Laura's Beautiful Journey

"Ahem... Rourke, is there something wrong with your brain? The person in charge of this operation is Dr. Domiguez, not you who was blown off the cliff by the wind on Yamatai Island and hunted down Nai. The guy who was almost killed by the ghost."

Naturally, Anna would not give any face to the guy in front of her who was obviously looking for trouble. First, this was the character she had always shown in front of the Holy Trinity.

Second, Rourke mentioned her younger brother Constank. It was already good that she could bear not to tear off the head of this dancing guy in the minefield and use it as a ball.

"you!"

Rourke was furious after being exposed. He came from a training camp with Anna and his brother. When he was a child, although he was no match for Anna, he could still bully Constantine. He finally survived until this damn woman was terminally ill and was organized. He was marginalized and arranged to get married, but as a result, Constantine, who had changed as a person, was reused by the cult, but he was still suppressed.

No one knows how happy he was when he heard that Constantine was missing during Operation Siberia. Today he also came here to mock and stimulate Anna, but in the end he was so reviled that he couldn't get off the stage.

At this moment, the communicator hanging by his waist rang:

"Commander Rourke! Operation Silence is about to begin. Dr. Domiguez requires you to go to the scene to take command immediately!"

"Copy that, I'll be there right away!"

After finishing his reply, Rourke snorted and was about to turn around and walk down when he suddenly had another bad idea:

"Anna, as a special adviser, shouldn't it be time for you to play a role? Isn't it bad to sit here doing nothing all the time?"

His idea is, can’t you Anna? Isn’t it awesome? Then let you, this sick man, move around more and see who dies faster!

Little did they know that Anna was worrying about what kind of excuse she could use to keep up with the movements of the large army and collect some intelligence. As a result, Rourke's words like this were equivalent to giving her a pillow when she was about to doze off. What a good person!

Of course, she still had to put on a show, so she coughed a few times, stood up, and said coldly to Rourke, who looked triumphant:

"Hmph! Just go! Let's go!"

...............

Crespo is a graduate student in archeology at the National Autonomous University of Mexico.

There is a widely circulated and deeply rooted saying on the Internet about the country of Mexico: The tragedy of Mexico is that it is too far from paradise and too close to the United States. This sentence actually came from the mouth of former Mexican President Porfilio Díaz.

The main reason for Mexico's economic crisis that began in the 1970s was the corruption and major policy mistakes of the then government, which did not pay attention to domestic supporting industrial development and believed the lies of "global free trade" from the United States.

Various agricultural products in the United States that have already entered the stage of mechanized production are cheap and of good quality. Once they entered the Mexican market, they quickly defeated the agricultural products produced by domestic farmers who still use traditional manual operations with obvious price advantages.

After all, if you have products that are cheap, large in quantity and of good quality, who would buy expensive products with low production and uneven quality?

The consequence of the complete collapse of traditional agriculture is that the original farmers chose crops with higher economic value, that is, poppy.

After the change of the Mexican government, it once united with the US DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) to clean up drug traffickers. As a result, the anti-drug war was going on and it suddenly became apparent that this was actually a civil war between the US DEA and the CIA! It’s still the kind that never ends!

Therefore, the Mexican government has been completely unable to control these drug traffickers who have the CIA behind them, which has led to the situation in their country being unusually chaotic.

They say that gold in troubled times means antiques in peace. In Mexico, drugs are gold. So even if Crespo is a quasi-master in archeology from the prestigious National Autonomous University of Mexico, he is not as good as Tianli in the eyes of his family and even many friends. Those who grow marijuana and opium poppies.

The market situation was not good, but he, a graduate student who was about to graduate, could not even find a job as an intern in a museum because he had no personal connections in the government.

This is why when Dr. Domiguez went to school to recruit interns for his archaeological team, Crespo came without hesitation. He was paid sixty dollars a day and had three meals a day. He was simply happier than a prostitute. !

But as the work deepened, he discovered that these people were far from being as simple as they seemed.

When working at the excavation site every day, there were a large number of so-called security teams scattered around. Although archaeological operations in Mexico, where drug traffickers are rampant, do require the protection of armed forces, Crespo once saw a truck transporting material supplies while urinating. In addition to the common weapons and ammunition, the heavily armed soldiers unloaded the truck, and there were even things like Stinger missiles!

This unexpected experience made the young man think that he was working for a large drug trafficking group, also known as a cartel. These damn drug dealers were no longer satisfied with the drug business and began to reach out to the black market of antiques.

Crespo, who still had a spark of resistance in his heart, began to work more diligently in order to obtain enough evidence to report to the Mexican government or the outside world for help.

On November 1st, the Day of the Dead, he was taken to a statue on the coast for inspection and research without asking for a day off.

"This is...ancient Mayan writing?"

The first thing Crespo noticed was the ancient words on the stone statue that had been washed away by wind and rain for countless years, but he couldn't understand what these words meant for a while.

So, the young man began to focus on the statue itself, and this time he finally had some impression.

"I recognize this image! This is Chakchel, the crescent goddess from ancient Mayan mythology!"

Crespo was so excited that he had forgotten everything around him. He didn't care about the muddy and wet ground and squatted down and began to look through his somewhat worn travel bag.

The two Holy Trinity soldiers following him immediately exchanged glances after hearing his words. Then one of them walked aside, took out his communicator and started reporting to his superiors, while the other stood still. He stayed in place and quietly opened the safety of the pistol.

Crespo, who was unaware of all this, finally dug out an old notebook covered in cowhide from his somewhat messy mountaineering bag, then stood up and walked to the statue.

"The goddess of the new moon, Chakchel... is staring at the key. What key are you staring at? I have never heard of any key that requires Chakchel to keep?"

While muttering to himself, Crespo flipped through the notes quickly and scanned the contents of the notes at a glance, and finally his eyes stopped on a line of small words.

"Ixichel's silver box, Chakchel's key, awaken the giant snake and reshape the world?!"