Chapter: 3144
He didn't drive fast, and he was still thinking about things while driving all the way, and he seemed a little absent-minded.
When they arrived at the cemetery, Regan stopped the car and opened the trunk. There were some tools in the back with dust on them. Obviously, these tools had been used before.
"You're here again."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
Regan didn't even look back, while sorting out his tools: "I have to come."
"If you do this kind of thing again and again, aren't you afraid of retribution?"
"We in the West don't have such a saying."
Regen carried the sack on his back and held a shovel in one hand. He turned his head and glanced at the tomb guard with disheveled hair, "We only have interests in our eyes."
"There are no gods and demons, only money and status."
After finishing speaking, he acted as if he hadn't seen the mausoleum guard at all, and he didn't take him seriously at all, and turned around and entered the cemetery.
The mausoleum guard behind him had burning eyes, but he didn't say anything, just sighed, shook his head and left.
Regan walked into the cemetery, murmuring something, not knowing what he was calculating.
This huge cemetery is like a chessboard, criss-crossing.
Regan walked a few steps, then stopped, and chose the direction, whether to continue forward, backward, or turn left and right.
As he walked, he calculated the direction and distance of the route. Obviously, this was the password of the cemetery in his mouth.
for a long time.
Regan stopped in front of a tombstone, he looked down, and he recognized the person on the tombstone.
"I didn't expect that, let you go."
Regan stared at the tombstone, took out a bottle of wine from the sack, and sprinkled it in front of the tombstone, which was considered polite.
"For the glory of the Zorro family and for the stability and peace of the third world, you have paid a lot. Even after you die, you are still contributing to this goal. On behalf of the nobles, thank you."
"Now, it's time for you to continue giving."
There was no awe on his face from the beginning to the end. After saying these words, he directly took the tools and walked around behind the tombstone.
The grave is not big, but it is solidified by pouring cement on all sides, so it is extremely hard.
Regan took out the electric drill, skillfully drilled holes in the corners of the four sides, and then inserted the dilator in. Pressing the button, the dilator directly expanded the four holes, bursting many cracks.
Looking at his actions, it is obviously not the first time he has done this kind of thing, and he is so skillful that it makes people a little surprised.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the cement was directly pried open.
Regan was wearing gloves, and pulled away the cement blocks with both hands. Looking at the exposed metallic luster, his eyes gradually lit up.
"Sure enough, it's here."
He did not make a mistake in his calculations. The code of the cemetery pointed to the last page of boxing score, which was in this tomb. JrNovels.com
When they arrived at the cemetery, Regan stopped the car and opened the trunk. There were some tools in the back with dust on them. Obviously, these tools had been used before.
"You're here again."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
Regan didn't even look back, while sorting out his tools: "I have to come."
"If you do this kind of thing again and again, aren't you afraid of retribution?"
"We in the West don't have such a saying."
Regen carried the sack on his back and held a shovel in one hand. He turned his head and glanced at the tomb guard with disheveled hair, "We only have interests in our eyes."
"There are no gods and demons, only money and status."
After finishing speaking, he acted as if he hadn't seen the mausoleum guard at all, and he didn't take him seriously at all, and turned around and entered the cemetery.
The mausoleum guard behind him had burning eyes, but he didn't say anything, just sighed, shook his head and left.
Regan walked into the cemetery, murmuring something, not knowing what he was calculating.
This huge cemetery is like a chessboard, criss-crossing.
Regan walked a few steps, then stopped, and chose the direction, whether to continue forward, backward, or turn left and right.
As he walked, he calculated the direction and distance of the route. Obviously, this was the password of the cemetery in his mouth.
for a long time.
Regan stopped in front of a tombstone, he looked down, and he recognized the person on the tombstone.
"I didn't expect that, let you go."
Regan stared at the tombstone, took out a bottle of wine from the sack, and sprinkled it in front of the tombstone, which was considered polite.
"For the glory of the Zorro family and for the stability and peace of the third world, you have paid a lot. Even after you die, you are still contributing to this goal. On behalf of the nobles, thank you."
"Now, it's time for you to continue giving."
There was no awe on his face from the beginning to the end. After saying these words, he directly took the tools and walked around behind the tombstone.
The grave is not big, but it is solidified by pouring cement on all sides, so it is extremely hard.
Regan took out the electric drill, skillfully drilled holes in the corners of the four sides, and then inserted the dilator in. Pressing the button, the dilator directly expanded the four holes, bursting many cracks.
Looking at his actions, it is obviously not the first time he has done this kind of thing, and he is so skillful that it makes people a little surprised.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the cement was directly pried open.
Regan was wearing gloves, and pulled away the cement blocks with both hands. Looking at the exposed metallic luster, his eyes gradually lit up.
"Sure enough, it's here."
He did not make a mistake in his calculations. The code of the cemetery pointed to the last page of boxing score, which was in this tomb. JrNovels.com
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