Chapter five hundred and twentieth six gods descend to earth
The leader of the cannibal tribe was full of murderous intent and went straight to Yang Chen.
In primitive tribes, only the most powerful male can convince the crowd and become the leader respected by men, women, old and young. Apparently this is also the case for this tribe that took root and multiplied on Devil's Island at some unknown time.
The strong and swift native leader jumped up high, holding the middle part of the spear tightly in his right hand, and stabbed Yang Chen who was killing people like melons and vegetables.
At this moment, Yang Chen was flying out his saber to kill the natives who were trying to attack with poisonous arrows a few meters away. Almost purely based on intuition, he staggered to the side to avoid the thrusting spear, grabbed the spear body with one hand, and swung it out with a strong physique.
The leader of the natives was actually carried flying by the spear pole, and was knocked to the ground with his arms and legs spread out.
Yang Chen took control of the enemy's rear and changed places like a ghost. He appeared in front of the sneak attacker who was shot between the eyebrows with a saber and tried to blow a poisonous arrow. He drew his sword. The natives who were still staring at death were shaken and fell down. The leader of the natives who was slapping the ground had not yet climbed up.
rise.
Yang Chen's series of movements were so fast that they simply exceeded human limits. The man and four women tied to the tree trunk were stunned and forgot their previous fear.
The natives probably wanted to protect their leader, so they howled and rushed towards Yang Chen without fear of death. At the same time, the native leader got up with a grin on his face and a ferocious roar, like an angry lion, bullying Yang Chen again.
Yang Chen faced attacks from all directions, with a sinister curve at the corner of his mouth, and threw out two special sabers with both hands in a strange way. Without looking at the natives rushing towards him from three directions, he slowly walked towards the leader of the natives who was fighting him.
The aura is compelling.
The next scene was frightening and dazzling for everyone, including the Arctic Fox people. Two special sabers turned into boomerangs, spinning rapidly while crossing and drawing two shocking arcs, severely injuring dozens of natives who surrounded them.
Some throats were cut and some eyes were scratched.
When the two bloody sabers were exhausted, they happened to meet Yang Chen, who was just strolling in the courtyard. Yang Chen casually reached out to take the saber, showing the demeanor of a master.
The native leader who had already bullied Yang Chen stopped in a panic. His dark and ugly face showed unprecedented fear, and he moved back involuntarily.
Yang Chen held the bloody saber in his hand and walked forward step by step. The native leader retreated again and again. Finally, his legs became weak and he knelt down and kowtowed. The remaining natives gave up resistance and knelt down one after another, facing Yang.
Morning kowtow.
"Are they begging for mercy?"
"To put it more appropriately, they are praying for God's forgiveness."
Conali glanced at Jessica, who was still in shock, and was filled with emotion. The primitive tribe worshiped the strong, and the strongest person was the leader and was regarded as the son of God.
Can defeat the Son of God.
This person is naturally a god.
This is the reason why the cannibal tribe kneels down collectively.
More than half of the three hundred adult natives were killed or injured. This battle was a heavy loss, but no one showed any trace of hatred and crawled at Yang Chen's feet with great piety. On the contrary, Yang Chen was at a loss. They couldn't understand each other's language and couldn't communicate. So he simply went first
Instruct Long San to rescue the survivors of the expedition.
One man and four women lay limply on the ground. It took them a long time to recover. Then they looked at the bloody torsos tied to the trees. They felt so sad that they burst into tears.
This encounter may be their lifelong nightmare.
Yang Chen pulled the native leader up and made gestures for a long time. Only then did the native leader understand what he meant. He called out to the kneeling people to clean up the mess and clean up the battlefield.
"Is there gold under this island?" Yang Chen walked up to Conali and asked tepidly.
"I'm not sure, maybe there is, maybe not." Conali told the truth. He couldn't be too sure about the things he didn't know, for fear that in the end there would be no hair left on the island and angering the unpredictable Yang Chen.
It turns out that there is not a single horoscope.
Yang Chen was happy and felt like he had been deceived.
"We have found hundreds of islands where gold may be buried. This island can be said to be our last hope." Conali hurriedly explained.
"The last hope does not mean that there is definitely one." Yang Chen smiled disapprovingly. I was lucky to have gained it, but I lost my life. This guy is not grudges. The person has been saved, so he can't kill him again. He should act bravely when he sees justice.
Good thing.
Long San came over and handed the satellite phone to Yang Chen. It was the ringtone of this thing that alerted the natives before.
Yang Chen answered the phone. The person on the other end of the phone was Mei Ji. He chatted briefly and hung up. In order to save power, he tried to shorten the call time.
Mei Ji was worried that something might happen to Yang Chen, who had been away from the gunboat for a while, so she had nothing important to report.
Yang Chen handed the satellite phone to Long San, and was about to question Conali a few words, when the leader of the natives ran over, knelt in front of Yang Chen, raised his hands above his head, and presented something.
Something that shines golden.
Yang Chen narrowed his eyes suddenly. The thing offered by the native leader looked like a gold bar. He picked it up and weighed it. It weighed about one kilogram. There were marks on the bottom of the gold bar.
Nazi party symbol.
Is there really gold under the island?
Yang Chen pondered and looked at Conali. Conali couldn't wait to get closer, carefully looked at the gold bar, picked it up and bit it. The gold was of high purity, comparable to today's pure gold.
Hitler searched for gold from various European countries, refining it and making it into gold bars and bricks for easy transportation and storage. Most of these gold bars came from the tens of thousands of tons of gold that disappeared.
Conali was extremely excited. After persisting for twenty years, he finally saw hope and burst into tears. Jessica and the other three women also showed uncontrollable excitement.
Thousands of tons of gold.
The wealth is as rich as a country's.
From now on they are the richest people in the world.
"Don't be so happy. Even if the gold is really on this island, it doesn't have much to do with you." Yang Chen's slow words were like pouring cold water on the heads of the five of them.
"You want to take it all to yourself?" Jessica asked nervously.
"In this world, I am the only one who can protect such a huge treasure, but you can't. We have an old saying in China, "Everyone is not guilty, but he is guilty of the crime." It means... Ordinary people who are not guilty can get priceless treasures.
Become a sinner." Yang Chen looked around at the five survivors of the expedition with a faint smile.
The five people looked at each other.
They are not stupid and understand what Yang Chen means.
The emergence of a large amount of gold will inevitably attract the attention of various forces and covet it, which will inevitably lead to trouble.
"However, in order to thank you for helping me find the Nazi treasure, I will give you five people 100 million US dollars afterwards. How you divide it is your own business. However, you must keep this matter secret, otherwise don't blame me for being cruel." Yang Chen stared.
The five people who were silent had deep smiles.
One hundred million U.S. dollars compared to so much gold is just a drop in the ocean, insignificant, but Conali had no choice, and thought that Yang Chen was kind enough to give them money instead of killing them to silence them.
Kill and silence.
Yang Chen couldn't do it.
What if everyone in the world knows that he holds tens of thousands of tons of gold?
Of course... I don't know what's best. It would be less annoying. He turned around and gestured to the native leader for a long time. The other party gradually understood what he meant. He pointed to the tallest mountain in the center of the island and called out.
