Indiana Jones is a legend in the archaeological world. Influenced by his father, Professor Jones Sr., Jones II had already established a very firm concept of cultural relic protection when he was young. He hoped to send the excavated cultural relics to museums instead of leaving them behind.
In the hands of unscrupulous traders, he learned a very painful lesson, which is how the scar on his chin came from.
But speaking of it, people like Dr. Jones and Laura Drake are quite similar. People die wherever they go, and the famous places and historic sites they pass cannot escape the bad luck. Perhaps this is the curse of the archaeological world?
"So, are you really just an archaeologist?"
Looking at the boat sinking little by little behind him, Chen Mo couldn't help but complain as he swam upstream with a groan.
"Nonsense, of course I am! If you hadn't killed all those guys, I wouldn't have bothered so much!"
Chen Mo originally thought that Jones would drive the boat directly to the dock, but he didn't expect that after confirming that the coastline was not far away, he opened the sea valve and let the boat sink. He took Chen Mo and swam back to the shore.
Although Jones' explanation was to prevent trouble from law enforcement agencies, Chen Mo felt it was more like this guy was afraid of being approached by his enemies, which is why he was so skilled at destroying corpses and eliminating traces.
Fortunately, after landing, the two of them did not run back to their residence wet.
"You can stay here during this period!"
After bringing Chen Mo home, Jones arranged for him to live in the guest room at home. Because the father and son were busy running around outside all year round, no one lived in the house when there was a lot of room.
After finding a place to live, Dr. Jones asked a friend to get Chen Mo a temporary ID. After all, during this period, various countries were not very friendly to people with yellow skin, even the Japanese.
When applying for the certificate, Chen Mo discovered a very interesting phenomenon. When he talked to the other party about the gunslinger, the other party would definitely say that they had heard of this character, but when asked about the specific details, they could not tell.
However, Chen Mo himself could not find relevant information in the library. In other words, the concept of gunslinger appeared in everyone's minds after his arrival, just like a conceptual revision of the multiverse.
Gunslinger (somewhat famous)
This is Chen Mo's current prestigious title. He thinks that everyone's vague concept of the gunslinger may be because of this small fame. Just like the fact that the second dog in the next village fell into the toilet, relatives from all over the country know it.
A guy named Ergou fell into the toilet, but everyone only knew that he was called Ergou. He fell into the toilet. But they didn’t know what Ergou’s last name was, what he looked like, whether he was a boy or a girl, and where he lived.
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"In other words, if my reputation increases a few levels, everyone will naturally recall my deeds when they see me appear?"
Chen Mo was a little excited when he thought of himself appearing on the stage, and then some passers-by would start talking about who this character was, and what villain he had killed. It was like those ancient legends that have been passed down to the world, such as
The British Grenadier March sang Hercules Alexander or something like that.
However, at present, the upgrading of reputation and skills are different. Skills can be practiced through practice, but reputation cannot. Chen Mo has not found any way to upgrade his reputation so far, so he can only let it happen!
Within two days of staying at Jones' house, Chen Mo was recruited by the other party and became Dr. Jones's temporary teaching assistant, responsible for helping him correct students' homework.
Fortunately, the work is paid on a piece-rate basis, and Chen Mo does a pretty good job, because his occasional novel ideas and opinions can allow students to experience his extraordinary qualities. Coupled with his handsome face and temperament, even if he
He is an Asian, and there are still many girls in the college who make secret glances at him.
Of course, Chen Mo also kept in mind Jones's instructions not to mess around in his house, but the other party didn't say not to mess around, so on a day when Jones was not at home, Chen Mo wanted to have a friendly exchange with foreign girls on behalf of the Chinese people.
But when the two sides just started to shyly bite each other, Chen Mo heard a click.
"What's the matter, Serent?"
The cute blonde girl wiped her mouth and prepared to kiss her again, but Chen Mo held her face down.
"Someone came in through the window, please don't make a sound yet!"
Silently turning on dark vision, Chen Mo saw three figures sneaking around Jones' house, and one guy had almost reached the door of his room.
"Catherine, do me a favor!"
Looking at the disheveled blond girl on the bed, Chen Mo raised his eyebrows and took it into consideration.
The agents of the Third Reich who infiltrated Jones's home must have kidnapped Jones's father and wanted him to help them find the Holy Grail. Unexpectedly, the old man was very shrewd and mailed an important notebook containing clues and maps to his son, so the agents
You can only search at Jones' home.
As soon as the agent opened the door of Chen Mo's room, he saw a beautiful girl sitting on the bed and said hello to him.
"Hi!"
Before the agent could react, Chen Mo appeared in front of him holding up a leg that had been removed from the table.
The table legs made of solid wood are not only heavy enough, but also of good quality. Even though I was hit with a stick by a German agent and suffered a severe concussion, I didn't even lose the patent leather.
"Go call the doctor's office!"
After Chen Mo whispered instructions to the other party, he walked out of the room bit by bit.
One thing to say is that the Germans' espionage work has never been very good. These German agents are ordinary people who have not received much formal training. They only care about their heads and don't care about their buttocks.
Will there be a sneak attacker holding a big stick high in the back?
Chen Mo, who has no martial ethics, performed two consecutive jump strikes. The remaining agents all rolled their eyes and fell to the ground. Then Chen Mo took out the Luger pistol that gun fans all over the world are enthusiastically seeking from their pockets, as well as a number of banknotes.
, gold pocket watch, silver ring and other items.
Now these things belong to Chen Mo!
Not long after tying up the agents one by one and gagging their mouths with their smelly socks, Dr. Jones received the news and hurried back home.
"I owe you, Chen Mo!"
After thanking Chen Mo seriously in Shanghainese, Jones was ready to interrogate these uninvited guests who broke into his home.
"Uh, Chen Mo, how long have you been knocking them out?"
"It's only three hours!"
"Why haven't they woke up yet?"
"It shouldn't be. I acted very carefully. It was just a simple acceleration and gravity attack! They can't die!" Chen Mo was very sure.
"Yeah, but these guys can already be sent to St. Elizabeth's Mental Hospital!"
