Raiders of the Lost Ark: The Sunken Warship

Huang Kaiwen and Ramos moved quickly.

Though the conditions and their transportation left much to be desired, it was still better than walking.

Neither of them was particularly delicate, and they were actually having a great time.

Along the way, they ran into Dasha, who was still waiting where she had been.

Before they had even steadied themselves, the girl rushed over and threw herself into Huang Kaiwen's arms.

"Are you hurt, Kaiwen?"

Dasha asked anxiously.

"I'm fine. Those Americans aren't very bright."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, "Sergio and I got away easily."

Ramos thought about it. If tearing steel apart with his bare hands counted as easy, then sure, everything was fine.

The first thing the two did after getting into the car was grab bottled water and gulp it down.

At noon, the temperature in the desert was probably close to fifty degrees Celsius. After all that trouble, it was already impressive that they had not become dehydrated.

Ramos sprawled across the back seat and said, "Fuck. If I ever get the chance, I'm definitely getting back at those Americans. Those bastards don't listen to reason at all. I was stupid to think I could reason with them."

"That's just how Americans are. They do so many bad things that they're always trying to silence people."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Forget a Polytechnic University of Milan PhD like him—even Yale University professors would get no special treatment from them.

Ramos nodded in agreement.

After watching so many Hollywood blockbusters, he had always felt the United States could not possibly be that dark.

But after actually encountering it, he realized Americans were the biggest hooligans in the world.

Looking at the bedraggled pair, Dasha said, "You two look like laborers from Siberia."

"Laborers in Siberia