The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel Chapter 258

Stark and Angelo followed the route indicated on the map provided by Jarvis, all the way to the museum that was about to close down.

Along the way, there were pedestrians with headscarves everywhere, allowing Angelo to truly experience the customs of Egypt.

Moreover, Angelo also saw the "feature" here, that is, the price of water is ridiculously expensive, and the price is several times more expensive than the price in New York! This is still in the city, not in the desert.

However, Angelo's space backpack always has a lot of drinking water, enough for their group to use for more than half a year! It is not necessary to be taken as a slaughter by others.

The urban area of Cairo is not very large, and it didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at this closing museum.

Although the museum is not well managed, it can be seen that the history and cultural heritage are very rich.

This can be seen from the marks after being blocked and eroded on the two statues placed in front of the museum.

This is definitely an antique!

If there is no historical and cultural heritage, who would put antiques at the gate so unprotected?

Angelo and Stark looked at it, compared it with the names on the map, and after confirming that they had come to the wrong place, the two walked in.

The space of the museum is a bit cramped, and various ancient Egyptian cultural relics are randomly stacked on both sides of the aisle, ranging from statues to murals, which makes people unconsciously feel a sense of history coming towards them.

"Hello~ Hello~ Is there anyone?" Angelo and Stark shouted into the depths of the museum.

It's just that after a long time, even after the echoes disappeared, the whole museum was still empty, not only did no one come out, there was not even a shadow of a ghost.

The two had no choice but to follow the vague signs on the wall to go to the depths of the museum. Along the way, the two of them could only proceed cautiously through the gaps in these antiques, for fear of breaking these fragile antiques if they moved too much.

From the vague signs and the dust on the ground, it can be seen that the economic situation of this museum is really embarrassing, and it can't even get the money for cleaning. It is estimated that it has barely supported it until now.

Finally, the two walked to the depths of the museum.

Angelo looked up at the "curator's office" on the offices, pushed the door and walked in.

The room was still filled with various antiques. Behind the desk in the center of the antiques, a bald old man sat fiddling with something.

The old man has a short gray beard and is wearing a suit. Although the suit does not look expensive, it is neat and tidy and somewhat out of tune with the painting style of the entire museum.

"Who are you?" The old man heard the sound of the door turning, raised his head and saw the two people who came in from outside the door, and said in surprise.

Angelo looked at the old man in front of him and confirmed that it was the target he was looking for, because according to the data, this old man was the curator of this desolate museum.

"Well, Mr. Curator, we just shouted a few times outside, you may not have heard..." Angelo always tried to be as friendly as possible to the elderly when they didn't dislike him.

"Hello, Curator Terence," Stark stepped forward with a smile, "I'm Tony Stark, this is my friend Angelo Lee, we're here to find you this time. , mainly want to ask you a favor."

"American? Are you the real rich man Tony Stark?" The old curator looked at Stark in disbelief, completely ignoring Angelo.

After Stark nodded to confirm his identity, the old curator seemed to still be in disbelief. He took out another pair of eyes from his suit pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose, looking at Stark carefully.

Stark shrugged, "Okay, I can confirm my identity now."

The old curator nodded, "Okay, Mr. Stark, welcome to my museum, I don't know what can help you, if you want to buy my museum, don't waste it Your tongue is out, although my museum is indeed short of funds, but I will not sell it..."

Stark couldn't help laughing and laughing as he looked at the rambling old curator. He had no choice but to interrupt him. Otherwise, he still didn't know when the old curator could say.

Moreover, in the past, others begged Stark to buy his own things, of course, except for the **** Angelo!

How did it come to this old man, but it was the exact opposite? interesting!

"Director Terence, don't worry, I won't buy your museum." Stark reluctantly interrupted the old curator, "I'm just asking you some questions, by the way, I'll ask you if there are any in Cairo. Better guide. Of course, I'll pay."

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){} "What's the problem?"

"Do you know the City of Death?"

The old curator stopped for a while and then looked at Stark with a foolish expression, "You mean Hamnat? Mr. Stark, how can you believe this nonsense? Isn't this a legend?"

Stark shrugged, "Well, I knew you couldn't believe it."

With that said, Stark took out a folded map from his pocket and handed it to the old curator.

The map was printed based on Jarvis's satellite and computer deductions before they set off. Everyone was given a copy of this map by Stark, even the two children, Little Gary and Nick!

Seeing Starco's map, the old curator's expression was a little cautious. He took the map and spread it on the table, picked up the magnifying glass and looked at it carefully.

With the sound of "bang", Angelo, who was beside him, was taken aback by surprise.

The old curator turned his back on his previous attitude and slapped the desk with a slap in the face, as if the old pedant was being insulted.

"Bullshit! Mr. Stark! I'm a museum curator and not a scholar! Not a treasure hunter! Hamna Tower is a myth used by the ancient Arabs to coax tourists from Greece! It doesn't even exist!" Chang picked up the map and waved it casually, "Shouldn't you Americans think this is a deceiving myth? What city can be hidden under satellite surveillance?"

The map held by the old curator accidentally touched the oil lamp on the side, and the map was immediately set on fire.

"Oh! God! It's on fire!" The old curator hurriedly threw the map to the ground, and stepped on it twice before putting out the fire.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm getting old, and I really can't do anything." The old curator picked up the map and gave it to Stark. At this time, the map has been burned and incomplete, and even the most critical position of Hamna Tower has been burned! "Sorry, I broke your map, but this map is wrong anyway, so you don't waste your energy."

Stark took the map and looked at it. He didn't care about it, clumped into a ball, stuffed it into his pocket, shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's okay, we still have spares."

Angelo handed Stark his own map.

"Anyway, we are also here on vacation. It doesn't matter if there is a city of death. If we can find it, it will be even better. Would you like to go to the desert with us? We will leave early tomorrow morning, and I will pay for it. The fee for your guide can be used to subsidize your museum."

Stark had given up his plan to convince the old curator at this time. The old curator acted like an old stubborn, and Stark had not seen it in New York. To convince this old curator, he had to let them Seeing it for themselves makes them weird.

However, if this old curator is willing to go to the desert with himself and others, he will not only be able to act as a guide, but also an archaeological expert.

For Stark and Angelo's current worth, the treasure found in the treasure hunt is just icing on the cake for them. Instead, it allows the two children of Little Gary and Nick to have a perfect vacation experience, which is even more worthy of Stark. Grab your heart.

"No!" The old curator rejected Stark's proposal without thinking, "I refuse!"

"I can add money." Stark looked up and looked around the museum. "Don't you need such a large amount of money for your museum?"

Curator Terence shook his head, "It's not about money."

Next, no matter how much Stark and Angelo lobbied, Curator Terence never agreed to go with them as a tour guide in the desert.

In the end, the two had no choice but to leave. They decided to settle for the next best thing and find a local guide in Cairo to take them to the desert.

After the two pushed the door to leave, Curator Terence's cloudy eyes flashed a bright light behind the lens...

He thought he could stop Tony Stark and Angelo's plan, but now it seems that these two people should not be able to give up their plan to explore Hamna Tower so easily.

Angelo and Stark still carefully walked through the antique gap in the museum.

Although now if they "accidentally" damaged these antiques, the old man from Curator Tarens might not be able to catch up with them and ask for compensation, but Angelo felt really sorry for bullying an old man who was walking around.

The two of them left the museum and were planning to drive back to find a tour guide in the city.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps behind them.

The two turned their heads, and a girl in loose trousers and a shirt ran out of the museum, shouting to the two while running, "Wait, wait, two gentlemen, wait!"

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){} The girl is in her early twenties, with a beautiful appearance, a high nose bridge, big eyes, long dark brown hair with a slight curvature, wearing a local dress in Cairo Feature loose-fitting shirts and trousers.

Angelo: ? ? ?

Stark: ? ? ?

They didn't see this girl in the museum just now. The two of them thought that in addition to the antiques, curator Tren was the only one left in the museum.

If it wasn't for the lack of panic on the girl's face and the neatly dressed, Angelo would have thought that the curator Terence was playing "captivity" in the museum, and Angelo would have admired and said that he was old and strong.

Angelo and Stark looked at each other and exchanged glances, planning to wait for the girl to see what she had to say.

Until this time, the two of them still held the hope that Curator Terence sent this girl out to save them.

The girl ran to the luxury car out of breath.

"Ann, Angelo, Stark, sir..." The girl said breathlessly, standing beside the two of them. She panted for a while while holding onto her waist before breathing evenly.

"Mr. Angelo, Mr. Stark, hello, my name is Aveline!" The girl said after breathing well.

"Well... Hello, Evelyn." Stark also greeted Evelyn. "Is Curator Terence looking for us? Does he regret it?"

Evelyn quickly waved her hand, "No, no, I'm looking for you."

Stark and Angelo's eyes became a little disappointed again, Angelo said, "Miss Aveline, although you are beautiful, we still have things to do now, so..."

Angelo's implication is that they don't want to continue wasting time here. They have to deal with everything before the woman and the children come back, and give the two children a perfect vacation.

"That's it, I just heard your conversation in the corridor, I heard you go to find the legendary city of death Hamnata first." Ephron said embarrassedly, and quickly explained, "But I It wasn't on purpose, I overheard it when I was passing by... I think I can be your guide."

Angelo and Stark looked at each other and exchanged glances. The two agreed in an instant. Although they wanted to find a local tour guide who was familiar with the desert, this Evelyn didn't look like it. Like an experienced tour guide, but like a student who has just left school.

If you take this kind of guide into the desert, you are asking for trouble!

However, Stark has never said anything to reject beautiful women~www.mtlnovel.com~ He can only let Angelo be the "wicked person".

"Miss Evelyn, unfortunately, you do not meet our criteria for choosing a tour guide." Angelo said apologetically.

"No! No! No!" Evelyn explained eagerly, "I can read and write, ancient Evan, and I can also explain the hieroglyphs used by ancient Egyptian sacrifices and monks... Also, I am a thousand miles away. Inside, the only person who knows how to properly code a directory!"

In the last sentence, Evelyn's tone seemed a little guilty. In order to cover up her guilty conscience, she turned her head to point to the inscriptions on the two statues placed in front of the museum, and spit out two more obscure words to prove her words.

It is now popular to use a computer for input, and the computer will automatically organize the codes and catalogs. If it were not for this desolate museum, her ability would be useless.

Angelo and Stark looked at each other and exchanged glances. What caught their attention was that Evelyn actually knew ancient Egyptian and hieroglyphics. Ancient Egyptian was easy to say, and Jarvis could barely translate, but those hieroglyphs, Jarvis could do nothing.

If Evelyn really understands, other shortcomings are not unbearable...

"You said you understand ancient Egyptian, so do you know the legend of the city of the dead?" Angelo asked Aveline.

"I know! I'm researching this!" Evelyn replied immediately, "The City of Death, also known as Hamna Tower, is said to be the royal seal of Seti I, protected by mummies. It has been more than three thousand years, as for this Seti I..."

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