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Chapter 700 The Army Marches Directly on Iraq

Motorola complained profusely at the tanks and fighter jets.

The equipment was now less useful to him than two guns.

However, as he continued to read, he saw that the mission reward included other items.

High-explosive grenades * 20, desert camouflage uniforms * 10.

Huawei.

It left no trace even when scratched with a diamond. What kind of thing was this?

Take this and try to scratch it, the way this Emperor just did!

He handed the diamond to his soldiers. Perhaps his own strength was insufficient; with them, the result might be different.

The soldiers trembled as they accepted the glittering diamond ring under the torchlight. This was a treasure! The Emperor's treasure!

The squeaking sound was incessant. When one failed, they switched to another. Motorola waited at the side with a smile.

Diamonds, the hardest substance on Earth. This Emperor refused to believe he couldn't conquer this damned sphere.

As he was daydreaming, a "snap" sound came from the soldier's hand.

The soldier holding the ring looked at it, his face instantly turned pale. He turned around and knelt before Motorola with a plop.

Emperor, it... it broke!

Motorola was also stunned. This was the only item he had brought with him when he transmigrated.

It was a gift from his wealthy girlfriend in his previous life, his only connection to the 21st century. Now, it had broken?

Fuck!

Seeing the shattered diamond, Motorola was furious. Get out of the way, all of you!

The soldiers quickly retreated.

Motorola took out a high-explosive grenade, pulled the pin, placed it under the spherical object, and immediately ran away.

Seeing this, the soldiers also quickly followed him in retreat.

Three seconds.

Boom!

The blast wave reverberated in the underground space.

Motorola looked back. The spherical object was completely undamaged, only blackened by flames where it had been hit.

The ground, so hard it could withstand explosions, had a fifty-centimeter pit blasted into it, yet the sphere was unharmed.

Motorola couldn't believe his eyes. He returned to the sphere, rubbed the blackened area with his sleeve, and the soot was wiped away, restoring the sphere to its transparent, glassy appearance.

My god!

Motorola's anger dissipated, and he suddenly became happy. This thing must be a treasure!

Dig it out for this Emperor! Dig this thing out!

Yes, Emperor!

The soldiers began digging for the sphere. Motorola walked to the center of the underground space and put the coffin lid and coffin back into the system space.

The giant scorpion that had been under the coffin had been blown to pieces and was long dead.

A day later, the sphere was dug out and also stored in the space by Motorola for later study.

The Egyptian mission was now complete. After exiting the pyramid, Motorola waved towards the distance. Several female slaves ran over joyfully and surrounded him.

Motorola waved his hand, and the solar-powered electric vehicle was released.

This desolate place lacked everything, but it had no shortage of sun!

With an Emperor and his many consorts in the vehicle, and the soldiers surrounding them, Motorola pointed in the northeast direction.

Gou, gou, gou!

There lay the location of the second mission item.

Ancient Babylon, which in later times would be Iraq!