King of Tomb Raiders

Chapter 306

Xiao Keleng became his loyal caretaker, strictly monitoring his every move to ensure he broke his internet addiction and withdrew from the hacker circle. However, he had another piece of good news: a large security software development company in Silicon Valley had sent him a job offer, inviting him to serve as the company's development director after Christmas 2007. With this job, Yan Xun finally felt relieved.

Now, she's back at the Pentagon. In a recent call, she briefly mentioned Gu Qingcheng: "Feng, Gu Qingcheng is just a fictional character, like the ancient city of Pompeii. You could say she existed, or you could say she was just a code name. She asked me to send her regards and a gift—a pocket watch with some strange function. Also, Reese's matter is settled. It was the tycoon who vouched for her and put immense pressure on the Pentagon, the Department of Commerce, and the Treasury Department to bring her safely." She left, and her identity was completely 'cleaned up,' escaping the spy network. You know what? Life is truly strange. Reese isn't American; she's actually the child of a tycoon and a Guatemalan witch, making her Guan Baoling's half-sister. With this connection, the witch can likely use any means necessary to remove the 'dark magic' from him, while Guan Baoling, with her soaring fame in the entertainment industry, can support her sister. The two will undoubtedly complement each other, becoming a pair of superstars in the Asian film, television, and music industries. It seems like a perfect ending, doesn't it?

I smiled and nodded on the other end of the phone. Guan Baoling is now just an ordinary name to me. Whenever I mention her, my heart will no longer be stirred.

Tonight, as usual, I placed two glasses of tequila and ice wine on the coffee table in front of the crystal, one for myself and the other for my older brother, because I believe he will break through the crystal one day.

After being examined by many authoritative industrial scientists, it was determined that this crystal was extremely hard, and modern cutting tools simply did not have the ability to break it down. Furthermore, using a high-energy laser to forcefully cut it could potentially injure the two people inside, so they refused to accept the job.

The image of the illusionary demon became household news in Egypt, quickly appearing on the covers of popular magazines and becoming a unique look at this summer's Egyptian fashion shows. This outcome left both Suren and me utterly astonished; we simply couldn't comprehend the aesthetic sensibilities of modern fashion designers. If they knew that the Martians' plan to "destroy Earth" had almost succeeded, perhaps they wouldn't have had this leisure to indulge in such whims.

The eldest brother inside the crystal is definitely alive. When I silently stare at him, I always think that the next second he will swing his palm and knock Martian No. 2 away, stride out, pick up the wine on the coffee table, and drink it all in one gulp.

Sometimes, I see more of the warmth between brothers in his eyes, growing increasingly solemn.

In the four corners of the living room, I installed fifteen high-speed cameras, hoping to capture whether the poses of my brother and the illusionary demon would change. No matter how many people insist that they are fixed in death, I only stick to my own opinion: "My brother is alive, and he will definitely return to the world."

At five in the morning, another dawn quietly arrived. I stretched lazily, ready to go upstairs to sleep.

The red indicator lights on the cameras suddenly lit up. At first, only one of them lit up, but then all fifteen cameras issued warning signals, indicating that the person inside the crystal was making a distance movement.

With a deafening roar, the crystal suddenly shattered, sending fragments flying in all directions. To my astonishment, my elder brother strode out, walked to the coffee table, picked up a bottle of tequila that had been sitting there all night, and downed it in one gulp. Behind him, Martian Number Two collapsed to the ground, his body shattered into seventeen or eighteen pieces.

“Wind—” he called to me, his messy beard trembling excitedly as he stretched out his hands to me.

I stepped forward, ignoring the shattered crystals scattered on the ground, and for the first time truly called out, "Brother—"

The Martian head rolled to my feet, and almost simultaneously, we both kicked it away, sending it flying into the fountain outside the hall with a "plop," shattering the dawn of Villa No. 13.

"Brother, I am so proud of everything you've done. All that I couldn't accomplish for so long has been completed by you, finally ending the Martians' dream of enslaving Earth. You are the true 'King of Tomb Raiders' on Earth. From this day forward, we brothers will join forces and never be apart again—"

My elder brother's laughter carried far into the courtyard, mingling with the rising sun, the morning breeze, the cooing of pigeons, and the spring sunshine, drifting to every corner of Cairo. I knew that tomorrow, the world's major newspapers would carry the same bombshell news—

"The King of Tomb Raiders has returned to the world!"

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