First of all, it is troublesome to explain how all this gold came from. Even if you don't figure it out, the eagle emblems on the gold bricks can easily kill you.

Secondly, he really couldn't guarantee what direction the situation would develop after learning that there might be more gold or even a gold mine hidden in the desert.

Saleh and his son, Culp and Anna, or Jima, or even Mr. Charlotte, who has always had a good attitude. Do they still have the heart to film a movie in the wind and sand? Will they capture Edward who has left?

Will they even send Edward to Gorman's basement to serve as a torture tool for a period of time and ask him all the secrets related to gold?

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wei Ran is too lazy to analyze the possibility of these completely avoidable worries, because as long as he can keep all the secrets about gold, he can easily

Just cut off those big or small possibilities from the source.

"Let me bear the temptation and pain from gold alone and silently, and the secrets in the desert will stay in the desert!"

The shameless Wei Ran pretended to sigh in his heart, but he rounded the ax in his hand again and struck hard on a greasy gold brick.

Compared with the hard ax blade, these high-purity gold bricks are much softer. Therefore, he didn't spend much effort at all to split them into two, and then split them into four.

Following the same pattern, he chopped all the other four gold bricks into gold nuggets of similar size. Wei Ran took out the food box, emptied the contents to make room, and put the heavy gold nuggets in one by one.

, stuffed almost perfectly into the bottom layer of the food box.

He threw the last extra gold nugget, which was about the size of a matchbox, on top of the food box to keep it company with the authenticator. When the heavy food box was successfully put into the metal book, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go back and take a shower and go to bed!"

Wei Ran, who was talking to himself, rubbed some diesel on his hands with sand, got into the cab happily, pulled away the little foxes who were chewing on the handbrake and grinding their teeth, stepped on the accelerator and drove in a circle.

After driving back to the shooting camp, only a hollowed-out iron bucket was left lying alone on the sand, guarding alone the outdated secret that "its belly once contained fifty kilograms of gold."

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Chapter completed!