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Chapter 78 Aztec Tomb (Please subscribe, recommend monthly tickets, invest in collection)
"you are?"

Martin let go of Bruce, scratched his head and said, "Mr. Wayne dragged me out for a drink last night, and I can't figure it out. Can you remind me?"

Bruce wanted to run, but he was pulled to his side and used as a shield.

The man, who originally thought that Martin had broken his promise, was furious and wanted to blame him.

But after recognizing Bruce's identity, he immediately regained his composure.

"It turns out that Mr. Martin is not only an outstanding archaeologist, but also a friend of Mr. Wayne. That's great."

The man was so surprised that he clapped his hands and explained, "I am Alvis Lane, the deputy director of the Louvre Museum. Our museum is currently conducting a project to investigate Native American civilization in South America, but the situation in the jungle is complicated and even the locals cannot guarantee absolute safety.

Mr. Martin is a famous archaeologist who has experience in safely entering Aztec tombs, so we hired him.”

"Okay, I'll grab something and we'll be off."

Martin nodded repeatedly.

He had had enough of Gotham. It was time to go somewhere else and see new scenery.

Bruce didn't stop him. He had an expression that said "as expected".

Martin was very unhappy with his expression and punched him in the chest.

"hiss--"

Bruce took a deep breath and glared at him.

Martin searched the store and threw all the equipment he needed for off-roading into a large backpack. After he went out, he raised his hand to Bruce and made a request.

"Don't you have a private jet? Lend it to me. It's too late to catch a flight now."

"You're so rude."

Bruce said this, but considering Martin's contribution to Gotham, he wouldn't even blink an eye when giving him shares in the group, let alone a private jet.

"I'll arrange it now, you guys go straight to the airport!"

Martin blew his whistle, and the hoof shadow changed into a motorcycle, rushing out of the store.

"Come up, Mr. Deputy Director."

He patted the back seat of the Tiying car, signaling the deputy director to get in quickly.

"I'm too old to bear this kind of excitement. Let's take a taxi to the airport."

The deputy director took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead caused by nervousness.

Martin shook his head. "This is Gotham. If you don't want to be charged ten times the market price and then be stripped naked and thrown on the side of the road, you'd better come with me."

"Okay, okay, I'll go with Mr. Martin."

The deputy curator thought of Gotham's bad reputation, trembled with fear, and quickly jumped into the back seat of the Hoof Shadow.

Bruce watched Martin threatening the deputy director and shook his head with a smile.

The big hole in the city center has not been filled yet. The whole of Gotham is trembling with fear over what happened last night. No one dares to take such a risk.

Gotham's criminals may be bad, but they are definitely not stupid. The blind ones have died long ago.

Bruce waved goodbye to Martin and said, "The private jet has already started to be preheated. You can set off as soon as you arrive at the airport. The Wayne Group branch in South America will also provide you with all the support."

“It’s good to have money!”

Martin sighed casually.

Bruce immediately said: "As long as you are willing to stay, I will let you manage the company."

"Bye-Bye."

Martin stepped on the accelerator, took off, and left here quickly.

It only took him ten minutes to cross the entire Gotham and arrive at the airport in the suburbs. He boarded the prepared private plane with Hoofing and took off to South America.

On the plane, the deputy curator handed the information to Martin and then began to enjoy all the entertainment facilities on the luxurious private plane. Martin ignored him because the information stated that the deputy curator was only responsible for logistics and would not enter the jungle to risk his life.

And this project is also very simple.

Someone discovered an Aztec emperor's tomb that has never been discovered in the jungles of South America. Whoever can explore it first will become famous in the global archaeological community.

Logically speaking, South America is the backyard of the United States. Such a good thing should be enjoyed by the American academic community first, and then the archaeologists of other countries should share the leftovers.

But this tomb is very strange. Several joint archaeological teams sent by American universities disappeared silently in the jungle.

No one dared to go to the United States, so the permission was opened to other countries.

Martin held up an aerial photo of the forest and muttered, "It seems that this forest is also full of witchcraft. These archaeological teams are really sinning. People are dead, and they still disturb other people's resting places. They have no respect at all. They deserve to die."

Although they were all in the same industry, Martin had no sympathy for them.

Although they would also excavate these tombs for protective purposes, they had no respect for the local culture and would take the contents away after digging them up, and even secretly curse people in their papers.

As for witchcraft, Martin wasn't worried.

The Aztec Empire is also known as the Mayan civilization.

Martin knows an old wizard. He is not an ambitious person who uses people's hearts to serve the empire, but a truly capable old man.

He once told Martin about the characteristics of this system of witchcraft. When Quetzalcoatl ruled the secular gods, the witchcraft and curses created based on death and rebirth were the most widely used.

Every dead king places countless curses around his tomb, and over time, these curses grow stronger instead of weakening in power.

Those archaeologists who do not respect local customs and do not understand magic will surely die if they rashly barge in.

"This job is not easy!"

Martin closed the file.

He thought about the huge mausoleum and the surrounding forest, and began to wonder what kind of curse or witchcraft might be inside.

Fortunately, this archaeological team consists of only two women and two men with rich experience, unlike the cannon fodder in horror stories who are stupid enough to die.

I hope this trip won’t be too troublesome, then I’ll be satisfied.

……

"Private jets are so fast! It took our team several days to get here by plane. We are exhausted."

The deputy director got off the private plane reluctantly. He was still savoring the luxurious services and didn't want to leave the plane.

Martin shook his head. This old man is over sixty years old, and he still wants to live a life of debauchery without even considering whether his body can take it.

"Let's go. Just tell me where to go after we leave the city, and I'll have the local Wayne branch treat you well."

Martin rode on Tiying's back and greeted the deputy director.

Seeing the people from Wayne Group coming to greet him, the deputy curator quickly said, "I have prepared a guide, you just need to follow him."

Martin was speechless when he saw his impatient look.

"If you are so greedy for enjoyment, why don't you stay in Paris instead of running away to this poor and remote place in South America to suffer?"

The deputy director said helplessly: "If you want to enjoy, you must have the capital. If I don't fight for this and get promoted to the next level, in a few years, I will have to live in a rented house and be poor. What's more, I have children and I have to save something for them."

Although Martin did not agree with this lifestyle, he did not blame anything.

He spoke a few words to the people who greeted him at the Wayne Group branch and asked them to take care of the deputy director.

"Be careful, don't overdo it."

Martin reminded him and left the city directly with the guide.

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