Behind the bronze doors stood Rafael and his crew—the same people who had vanished without a trace since the treasure hunt began as if they had disappeared off the face of the earth.

All dozen or so guns were foreign-made weapons, and at least half the faces belonged to foreigners with prominent noses, deep-set eyes, and night vision goggles.

"Don't you dare move, Andrew, or these men will shoot!" Mosby stepped forward with a sinister grin, eyeing the Desert Eagle in Andrew's hand.

Andrew casually tossed his Desert Eagle to the ground and chuckled. "Dr. Lake, Mr. Driscoll—what a coincidence running into you here."

Mosby laughed coldly. "Coincidence? You're overthinking this, Andrew! Mr. Driscoll and I have been waiting here with our men for quite some time. The tomb treasure lies just below, but unfortunately, you'll never get to see it."

Andrew shrugged nonchalantly. "There's plenty of treasure to go around; I'll just take a small share. I'm not greedy, so you can have the