Lawyers Don’t Work On Us!

Schubert's team handed over their findings and suspicions to the international government.

The relevant departments of the international government immediately attached great importance to it.

Now the eyes of the whole world were on it.

How many people would laugh at them if they knew that a tomb raider had preempted them?

How could this be possible?

When the relevant departments learned of the situation, they immediately contacted the publishing house of Egyptian Chronicles.

This publishing house was the one that was on the verge of bankruptcy back then.

Although they had already made a comeback, they were still unable to resist the power of the government and handed over Ian's identity information.

The Special Intelligence Department that received the information immediately took action!

...

Du, du, du!

Ian was in the room. He had turned off Airplane Mode on his cell phone and was immediately flooded with countless messages.

This was his habit.

Electronic devices would cause him to be disturbed. Therefore, he would often turn off the Internet and trap himself in a small dark room to write.

After just finishing this book, he naturally had a good sleep before turning on his cell phone.

He opened his email and first deleted a few spam messages. Then, he read the emails of a few 'old acquaintances', who had enthusiastically congratulated him.

JK Rowling: "Congratulations on your work becoming number one again. I really envy your talent and those 'Fantastic Ideas'."

Old Martin: "To tell you the truth, Brother, I'm not the type of person who pays much attention to grades, but your book is really too imaginative. I really don't know if the editor who rejected you back then didn't use his brain to think."

Stephen King: "Maybe the Shining and the Green Mile are holding me back, but reading your work has made me feel like I'm right back where I started."

Dan. Brown: "To be honest, are you a professor of archaeology? Your Egyptian Chronicles is way more detailed than my Da Vinci Code. I am curious about your identity. Are you a tomb raider?"

"..."

Many 'celebrities' from the same industry expressed their congratulations on the end of Egypt Chronicles.

Due to discovering the ruins of an ancient civilization in Egypt, there was a reading frenzy on the Internet.

On the first day of its release, it shot through the top of the best-seller list.

Many people had queued up overnight and had been informed that the book had been sold out.

Many people who had bought the book had posted their comments after reading it overnight.

"The author is really amazing. This book has just been published, and Egypt has already discovered the ruins of an ancient civilization. He's a god-level prophet!"

"Quickly, give me a copy. There's a prophet here!"

"To be honest, the knowledge in this book is really too broad. Is the author an expert in this area?"

"The author should hurry to the police station and turn himself in. You're the person who buried the ruins of an ancient civilization underground, right?"

"Pack up and run. The relevant departments will be coming to arrest you soon!"

"..."

Many netizens had posted ostentatiously to represent the experience of being the first to read it.

Many of them had also been discussing the ancient civilization ruins in Egypt.

All sorts of comments were mixed together, forming a rather heated discussion on the Internet.

However...

At that moment, Ian was a little dumbfounded when he saw these comments.

Then, he quickly searched for the past few days' news on the Internet. He wanted to know what had happened while he had been resting.

"Ancient civilization ruins have been discovered?

"Ancient Egypt is suspected to exist. The history of the world will be pushed forward by thousands of years.

"Archaeologists have successfully excavated cultural relics, as well as a special ruin, the 'Pyramid'.

"..."

Ian stared at the news, his mouth agape.

"What's going on!? The pyramid has been excavated? There are pharaohs in the history of this world? Where the hell am I?"

Although Ian had been in this world for ten years, from his understanding of the history of this world, there was not any evidence of ancient civilizations.

Naturally, he had never thought about whether these things existed or not.

When Ian searched further to get a deeper understanding, there was a knock on the door of the high-end apartment he rented in New York.

"??"

Usually, high-end apartments offered basic protection. How could there be a knock on the door without his consent!?

There was a problem! Ian thought subconsciously.

This stemmed from his intuition. He had served as a soldier on the battlefield and had been discharged from the Army due to PTSD.

Nonetheless, one could never forget those experiences on the battlefield. His muscle memory had engraved them deeply. 

Dong, dong, dong! 

"We are the property staff. We found that there is a safety issue with your apartment. Come and check it out."

The people outside the door did not hear anyone answer. They continued to knock on the door.

When Ian heard the voice of the 'property staff', he immediately frowned.

This voice indeed belonged to the property manager, but it was not normal—his tone did not sound as usual.

Just as he was about to go to the living room to get his weapon...

Bang!

A battering ram immediately broke open the thick and heavy door, and a few people in police uniforms suddenly rushed in.

They directly held down Ian, who was about to head to the living room.

"Special Intelligence Department!"

"Don't move!"

The policemen who suddenly rushed in immediately subdued Ian.

Ian was stunned.

It wasn't because of violence. 

It was because he had heard of this department before. It specialized in handling some extremely covert operations and important missions.

Why would such an extremely precious government resource be used on him?

He hadn't done anything outrageous!

"May I know what I've done?"

Ian could only speak calmly, hoping that the other party would give him an answer.

"You are suspected of stealing important cultural relics and selling top-secret information that endangers the country."

A middle-aged policeman approached Ian and looked at him coldly.

"Now, please come back with us and cooperate with our investigation."

"What?"

Stealing important cultural relics?

Selling top-secret intelligence that endangered the country?

Ian's mind immediately became clear—these were all crimes that could make him spend the rest of his life in prison!

Who was so vicious!?

"Sir, are you mistaken? I'm just a novel author. My daily activity radius is in my own room. I've never gone out at all. I've never even been in a car. How could I have done that!? I won't say anything until my lawyer arrives."

Ian thought that someone was framing him, so he was not prepared to follow the other party's lead. He did not want to be imprisoned for the rest of his life despite having so much wealth.

"If you have any objections, let us finish our investigation first. Also, our special operations team is not subject to legal supervision, so your lawyer's methods are useless against us."

The middle-aged police officer opened his mouth and smiled, waving his hand elegantly.

He had seen many people like Ian.

He did not want to waste any more of his time on Ian, so he ordered his men to take him away. He also put a seal on his room and sent people to guard it.

It was highly possible that Ian had stolen important cultural relics, so everything in his room had to be recorded.

Ian may have a partner who would learn about his predicament and move the important cultural relics in the apartment somewhere else...