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Chapter 885 The Beautiful Bartender

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    Danen quickly tapped on the keyboard with both hands, what kind of nuclear fission reactor, collecting some data such as electromagnetic panels.  Next is the name and function of each part, including the energy calculation formula.

    Time was flowing quietly, and it took about an hour before Danen raised his head.

    "This thing is real, and it's not just a weapon to destroy satellites. It's a super nuclear | bomb suspended in space. It doesn't have nuclear radiation, but it's more powerful than a nuclear | bomb."

    "What is more powerful than a nuclear bomb?" The lunatic held a gun, opened the door and walked in.

    Danen ignored him, looked at the computer screen and continued: "This thing has a nuclear fission reactor, which can collect solar particles, coupled with electromagnetic effects, once a war breaks out, it can attack any target on the ground through ground guidance. When it explodes  The resulting stream of high-energy particles can easily destroy a planet 2,000 kilometers in size. What's even more frightening is that no country has the ability to warn and intercept this thing."

    "Pa" Yang Luo snapped his fingers, "Dai Enen put away the things, Nangongfeng quickly asked someone to bring the dinner, and rest after eating."

    Not long after, the waiter brought the dinner, and after eating, Yang Luo wiped his mouth with a napkin, and stretched himself.

    "Tonight is really a wonderful night."

    In the old town of San Francisco, a stretched Rolls Royce parked at the entrance of that dark alley.  A black man with a height of more than two meters got out of the car, wearing a neat black suit.  After getting out of the car, he stood respectfully by the door.

    Immediately afterwards, a short and fat middle-aged man got out of the car, wearing a white top hat, a white suit, white silk gloves, and a walking stick in his hand.  With some disabled feet, he limped into the alley, and the tall black man followed closely behind him.

    When the middle-aged man saw the corpse lying on the ground, his complexion instantly became gloomy. He walked up to Kane and asked sullenly, "Kane! Can you tell me what's going on?"

    Kane smiled slightly: "Mr. Spears, I have already told you the matter on the phone just now, there is no need to repeat it." After speaking, a subordinate next to him took a suitcase in his hand, "I have already received the goods  , this is 20 million, you can check it."

    Spears stared at Kane with cold eyes, but didn't reach out to pick it up.

    Kane's voice suddenly became cold: "Mr. Spears, since I called you to inform you instead of taking the goods directly, it proves that it has nothing to do with us. And I have always believed in making money with harmony, there is no need for mere two thousand  Wan made everyone unhappy."

    Spears' face softened a little, he turned around slowly, and nodded to the black man.

    The black man took the suitcase in Kane's hand, then opened it and looked, "Boss! No problem."

    Spears said, "Let's go back."

    Kane looked at Spears's back and sneered: "This old guy, if he can't find those Chinese people, that's all. If he finds them, those Chinese people will definitely send him to see Joss."

    Spears got into the car, and in the driver's seat was a black man who was dressed exactly like the black bodyguard.  Seeing Spears get into the car, start the car and drive away.

    Spears was sitting in the car, his eyes closed and he didn't know what he was thinking, his hands tightly holding the walking stick were bruised, and it took him a long time to open his eyes, with a terrifying murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

    "Find that prostitute named Sophia, she must be with those Chinese."

    "Yes! Boss." The black man agreed respectfully.

    Located in the wealthy area north of the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, in a three-story luxury villa, a naked young man is working hard on a woman. The woman's moaning and panting sounds can make any normal man  crazy.

    "Dingling"

    The phone rang in a hurry, and the young man cursed: "Shit!" But he didn't get up, but moved more quickly. With the non-stop ringing of the phone, the young man let out a beast-like groan in his throat.  With a muffled roar, he suddenly straightened his lower body.  The woman's upper body was lifted up sharply, her legs were tightly wrapped around the young man's waist, and a scream that seemed to be joyful and pained came out of her mouth.

    The young man exhaled, raised his head, and only then could he see his face clearly. He was about twenty-seven or eight years old. There was a big scar on his face, extending from the corner of his right eye to his chin, with light blue eyes.  Proof of his pure European ancestry.

    Stand up and go to the phone, take theDo you have time today? Let's have lunch together.  "

    Zhang Qianyi shook her head and politely refused: "I'm sorry Mr. Wilson, I want to accompany my husband and children."

    Wilson shrugged: "It's like this every time, can't you change the reason?"

    Zhang Qianyi smiled slightly: "This is not a reason, they need my company."

    "Okay! It's an honor for your husband to marry you." Without waiting for Zhang Qianyi to speak, she turned and walked out, got in the car and went straight to Bush Street, the entrance of Chinatown.

    Alfred was sitting in the car with a cigar in his mouth. Through the rear view mirror, he saw Wilson's car approaching rapidly, followed by a screeching sound of brakes.

    Wilson got out of the car and got into Alfred's car again, "Andrew is dead."

    Alfred shook his body and took off the cigar from his mouth: "How did you die?"

    Wilson said in a cold tone: "It seems to be shot, and then burned into black coals."

    Alfred frowned: "Who can kill Andrew."

    "Huh! Who else has this ability except the Skeleton Society."

    "You didn't come to me just for this matter, did you?"

    Wilson nodded: "Davis rebelled. He stole the research materials of the nuclear pulse bomb. It is very likely that the Skull and Bones will buy him and find him."

    Alfred threw the cigarette out of the car: "Wait for my news."

    Wilson got out of the car, didn't get in his car until Alfred's car was out of sight, and left.

    Yang Luo lay on the bed, took out his phone and called Feng Kun.

    "Is there any news about the traitor?"

    "No! That guy seems to have disappeared in San Francisco."

    Yang Luo tapped his forehead, pondered for a long time before saying: "Notify our people, I want to see him."

    "Zhang Qianyi, the owner of the Chinese Dragon Bar, is in Ross Lane, Chinatown." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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