The Most Powerful System

Africa, Egypt, a lively frontier market.

A woman with a black veil on her head, with only one pair of eyes showing, was walking furtively on the street. Every time she walked a distance, she looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to her.

In fact, she is not a native of Egypt, but from the distant United States of America, named Maura Mark Taggart, an outstanding female CIA agent.

According to the impression of the map data in his mind, Mora quickly came to the outside of a large stone house, and quickly slipped into the yard while no one was paying attention.

In this stone courtyard, there is a middle-aged uncle in sunglasses with a gun on his waist who is sorting out the carpet on the ground. In fact, under the carpet, there is a passage leading to the underground mausoleum. The carpet covers the entrance of the passage. Live, outsiders can't see.

"Do you sell rugs here?"

Mora asked the middle-aged uncle in sunglasses, who was approaching with a vigilant look, in her not particularly proficient Egyptian.

Of course, Mora knew that there was something wrong with the carpet, she was just pretending to be ignorant to relax the other party's vigilance.

"You can't just come in here!"

The middle-aged uncle in sunglasses waved his hands from side to side, indicating that this place is private territory, and told Mora to leave here quickly.

"That rug is beautiful, is it for sale?"

Mora continued to pretend to be stupid and stared at the carpet with her longing eyes, and asked reluctantly.

"As I said, you can't come in..."

The middle-aged uncle in sunglasses stretched out his hand, and gestured to push Mora out of the backyard door to drive her away.

However, he was only halfway through his words, and Moura's innocent eyes flashing with crystal tears suddenly changed, and there was a hint of sternness in his eyes. Raising his hand was a powerful side-hand attack, slashing at his. throat.

After being hit hard by this, the middle-aged uncle with sunglasses had difficulty breathing for a while, and subconsciously pinched his hand to his throat, unable to breathe, as if he was about to suffocate.

Seizing this opportunity, Mora quickly snatched the pistol stuck in the waist of the middle-aged uncle with sunglasses, knocked him hard on the head with a heavy metal butt, knocked him unconscious, and fell to the ground on the spot. .

After getting the guy in charge of the guard,

Mora took off the black scarf that covered 90% of his head, took off his long black coat, dressed in light denim, and walked to this weird floral carpet.

According to the information gathered by the CIA's resident office in Egypt, there is absolutely something tricky in this stone courtyard, and it is rumored that secrets about a powerful mutant are buried.

As a result, Mora, a beautiful female man, was given a heavy responsibility by the CIA and came here alone, ready to further investigate the truth. If she succeeds, then it can be proved that female CIA agents are not inferior to male agents, and there should be no prejudice against women's field capabilities!

Mora bent down and lifted the floral carpet, and as expected it was a covered entrance, with a dark and deep stone passage hidden beneath it.

Mora opened the small one-shoulder leather bag he was carrying, took out a fully-charged flashlight from the bag, turned on the flashlight, and climbed down carefully along the wooden ladder.

After entering the underground space, Mora discovered that the area of ​​this underground space is even larger than expected. The various passages are dazzling, and there are piles of stones everywhere. The stone structure of individual triangles looks like the tip of a pyramid.

From this, it is not difficult to infer that this place used to be an ancient pyramid many years ago. Later, the pyramid collapsed and was buried in the ground. With the development of history and the passage of time, the surface has become a border market where people gather today. .

Mora used a flashlight in one hand and a mobile phone in the other to take pictures, taking pictures of what she found valuable along the way, such as the tip of a collapsed pyramid, ancient unknown murals, and skeletons buried in stones. and many more.

After exploring for a while, Mora gradually heard the voices of a group of people in the depths of the ruins of the pyramid.

"It turns out that there are other people here. It seems that I have to be more careful."

Mora adjusted the light intensity of the flashlight to the weakest level, and the movements under his feet were more gentle. According to the feeling in his ears, he moved deeper along the trajectory of sound transmission.

Soon, she came to the vicinity of the source of the sound.

What came into view was a group of Egyptian indigenous people who were kneeling reverently with their hands folded around the tip of a special pyramid.

Mora quickly found a corner with a better view and at the same time was not easy to detect, and hid there silently, observing the strange things that the group of Egyptian indigenous people were doing.

"Almighty God!"

"Please give us strength, please give us power!"

"Great Almighty God!"

"We are your faithful believers, so please give us strength, please give us power, please give us light!"

"..."

More than a dozen indigenous people were kneeling and chanting a respectful call.

As I read it, the tip of the pyramid that was originally dull and dull, that is, the outer shell of the emperor's coffin where Tian Qi slept, suddenly gradually became brighter!

Almighty God, finally manifested!

This group of indigenous people showed excited smiles on their faces, their hearts were extremely excited, and their kneeling posture was even lower, expressing their absolute piety without hesitation.

With the passage of time, the light on the tip of the pyramid became brighter and brighter, even to the point of stinging the eyes.

Believers kneeling around, look at me, I look at you, but under the lead of the oldest old man, he quickly stood up with his hands on the ground, tilted his head and covered his eyes, only daring to use the corners of his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the extremely dazzling pyramid tip in front of him, and kept retreating.

Seeing this miraculous scene, Mora's heart also became hot. He didn't expect that he would get such a big harvest when he went out to work this time!

Mora quickly stretched out the hand holding the phone to the outside of the shelter and photographed the "miracle" scene at the scene.

The so-called “no pictures and no truth”, if Mora did not photograph convincing actual evidence, it is expected that few people would believe the miracle she witnessed here today, especially those old-fashioned CIA.

At the same time, Apocalypse, who was sleeping in the coffin at the tip of the pyramid, slowly raised his blue eyelids and opened his deep eyes under the call of the believers.

After five thousand years, the world's first mutant, Apocalypse finally woke up again!