Smack!
"Speak! Where exactly is the Golden Eye of the Pharaoh?!"
The roar of the scar-faced man came from the cargo compartment of a truck not far away.
Before the Pyramid of Khufu.
A trace of irritation flashed across Mubarak's face.
He turned back and said, "Keep this filthy business away from me. Don't disturb the Pharaoh's eternal rest."
Inside the truck.
The scar-faced brute poked his head out, looking terrified. "Yes."
Then.
The truck started up and drove several hundred meters away into the sand.
Time passed second by second.
Mubarak checked his watch. Three minutes remained on the countdown.
His expression turned solemn. He straightened his suit, then suddenly faced the pyramid, lowered his head, and dropped to one knee.
Seeing this, his other subordinates stopped what they were doing.
They gathered behind Mubarak and knelt on one knee as well.
For a moment, the scene became something like a grand ceremony of worshipping a god.
The scar-faced brute also ran out of the truck.
He knelt beside Mubarak, drenched in sweat and too afraid to speak.
Mubarak said softly, "Have you found the diamond?"
The scar-faced brute shook his head, sweat pouring down his face.
Mubarak sighed softly. "For the sake of our years as comrades, you have two minutes left. Go make your final arrangements."
The scar-faced brute trembled like a leaf. "No, sir, I... I'll explain everything to the Pharaoh King. I'll definitely find the diamond. I'll beg him to give me another chance!"
Just then.
A beam of bright sunlight slowly shone upon the entrance to the Pyramid of Khufu's tunnel.
As the sun moved, the light slowly traveled deeper into the tunnel.
The depths of the tunnel, which had been dark for half a year, gradually brightened.
Mubarak's expression tightened. "The sunlight has