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Chapter 21 The Great Use of Fame
Indiana Jones is considered a legend in the archaeological world. Influenced by his father, Professor Jones Sr., Jones II had already established a very firm concept of cultural relics protection when he was young. He hoped to send the excavated cultural relics to museums instead of leaving them in the In the hands of unscrupulous traders, he left a very painful lesson for this, and this is how the scar on his chin came about.

But speaking of it, guys like Dr. Jones and Laura Drake are quite alike. Wherever they go, people will die, and the places of interest and historic sites they walk through will not escape bad luck. Perhaps, this is the curse of the archaeological world?

"So, you're really just an archaeologist?"

Looking at the sinking boat behind him, Chen Mo couldn't help complaining while swimming towards the shore.

"Nonsense, of course I am! If you hadn't killed those guys, I wouldn't have worked so hard!"

Chen Mo thought that Jones would drive the boat directly to the pier, but he didn't expect that after confirming that the coastline was not far away, he opened the sea valve to let the boat sink, and he swam back to the shore with Chen Mo.

Although Jones' explanation was to prevent being troubled by law enforcement agencies, Chen Mo felt more like this guy was afraid of being approached by his enemies, so he was so proficient in destroying corpses and eradicating traces.

Fortunately, after going ashore, the two of them would not run back to their residence wet.

"You should stay here for the time being!"

After bringing Chen Mo home, Jones arranged for him to live in the guest room at home, because the father and son were busy running around all the year round, so no one lived in the house when there were many hours.

After finding a place to live, Dr. Jones asked a friend to get a temporary ID for Chen Mo. After all, during this period, all countries were not very friendly to yellow-skinned people, even Japanese.

While applying for the certificate, Chen Mo discovered a very interesting phenomenon. When he talked about Gunslinger with the other party, the other party would definitely say that he had heard of this character, but he couldn't tell the specific details.

However, Chen Mo himself could not find any relevant information in the library. That is to say, the concept of gunslinger appeared in everyone's minds after his arrival, as if it was a concept revision of the multiverse.

Gunslinger (of minor fame)
This is Chen Mo's current prestige title. He thinks that everyone's vague concept of Gunslinger may be due to his little fame, just like the fact that Ergou fell into the dry toilet in the next village, and his relatives in ten miles and eight villages know A guy named Ergou fell into the toilet, but everyone only knew that he was called Ergou. He fell into the toilet. They didn’t know what Ergou’s name was, what he looked like, whether he was male or female, and where he lived. .

"That is to say, if my reputation is raised a few more levels, everyone will naturally recall my deeds when they see my appearance?"

As soon as he thought of himself appearing on the stage, and then there would be a few passers-by who started to babble about what character this is and what villain he killed, Chen Mo became a little excited, as if those ancient legends were passed on to the world, such as Sing Hercules Alexander or something in the British Grenadier March.

But looking at it now, the upgrade of fame is different from skills. Skills can be practiced diligently, but fame can’t. Chen Mo hasn’t found any way to upgrade his reputation so far, so he can only follow the fate!

Within two days of staying at Jones' house, Chen Mo was recruited by the other party and became Dr. Jones' temporary teaching assistant, responsible for helping him correct students' homework.

Fortunately, the work is paid on a piece-rate basis, and Chen Mo did a good job, because his foundation is solid, and his occasional novel ideas and opinions can let students experience his extraordinary, coupled with his handsome face and temperament, even if he He is of Asian descent, and there are still quite a few girls in the college who give him a glance.

Of course, Chen Mo also kept in mind Jones' instructions not to mess around in his house, but the other party didn't say that he couldn't mess around, so on a certain day when Jones was not at home, Chen Mo wanted to have a friendly exchange with foreign girls on behalf of the Chinese. But just when the two sides began to bite each other shyly, Chen Mo heard a click.

"What's the matter, Serente?"

The cute blonde girl wiped her mouth and was about to kiss again, but Chen Mo held her face down.

"Someone came in through the window, please don't make a sound!"

Silently turning on dark vision, Chen Mo saw three figures sneaking around Jones' house, and one of them had almost reached the door of his room.

"Catherine, do me a favor!"

Looking at the disheveled blond girl on the bed, Chen Mo frowned, thinking about it.

It should be the agents of the Third Reich who sneaked into Jones' home. They kidnapped Jones' father and wanted him to help them find the Holy Grail. You can only come to Jones's house to search.

As soon as the agent opened the door of Chen Mo's room, he saw a beautiful girl sitting on the bed and greeted him.

"hi!"

Before the agent could react, Chen Mo appeared in front of him holding a leg that had been removed from the table.

The legs of the table made of solid wood are not only heavy enough, but also of good quality. While giving a German agent a severe concussion, he didn't even lose the quick paint leather.

"Go and call the doctor's office!"

After Chen Mo whispered instructions to the other party, he walked out of the room little by little.

There is one thing to say, the spy work of the Germans has never been very good. These German spies are ordinary people who have not received much formal training. Will there be a sneak attacker holding a big stick high up from behind?

Chen Mo, who doesn't talk about martial arts, jumped twice in a row, and the rest of the agents rolled their eyes and fell to the ground. Then Chen Mo took out the Luger pistol and some banknotes that gun fans all over the world will be crazy about. , gold pocket watches, silver rings and other items.

Now these things belong to Chen Mo!

Not long after the agents were tied up one by one and their mouths were gagged with their stinky socks, Dr. Jones, who received the news, hurried back home.

"I owe you, Chen Mo!"

After thanking Chen Mo earnestly in Shanghai dialect, Jones was ready to interrogate these uninvited guests who broke into his home.

"Uh, Chen Mo, how long have you knocked them out?"

"It's only three hours!"

"Why aren't they awake yet?"

"It shouldn't be. I'm very measured in my strikes. It's just a simple acceleration and gravity! They can't die!" Chen Mo was very sure.

"Yeah, but these guys can already be sent to St. Elizabeth's Mental Hospital!"

(End of this chapter)