Rogue Aventure

Danen quickly tapped on the keyboard with both hands, what kind of nuclear fission reactor, collecting some data such as electromagnetic panels. [ ^ ] Immediately after that are the names and functions 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, pushed open 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 flow of high-energy particles can easily destroy a planet with a size of [-] kilometers. 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, Nangong Peak hurry up and ask someone to bring the dinner, and rest well after eating."

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

"Tonight is really a wonderful night."

In Old San Francisco, a stretched Rolls-Royce parked at the mouth 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 on his hands, and a walking stick in his hand. His left foot was somewhat disabled and limped. Turning into the alley, the tall black man followed closely behind him.

When the middle-aged man saw the corpse lying on the ground, his face became gloomy instantly. He walked up to Kane and asked with a gloomy face, "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 2000 million, you can check it."

Spears stared at Kane coldly, 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 away, it proves that it has nothing to do with us. And I have always believed in peace and prosperity, there is no need for mere 2000 million It made everyone unhappy."

Spears' face softened a little, 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."

"Let's go back," Spears said.

Kane looked at Spears' 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 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, not knowing what he was thinking, his hand tightly gripping the crutch was throbbing with veins, and it took him a long time to open his eyes, with a terrifying murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

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

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

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, and the moaning and panting of that woman can drive any normal man crazy.

"jingle……"

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 raised his chest.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 or painful came out of her mouth.

The young man exhaled, raised his head, and only then could he see his face clearly. He was about 27 or [-] years old. There was a big scar on his face, extending from the corner of his right eye to his chin. The light blue eyes proved his pure European ancestry.

Stand up and go to the phone, pick up the phone that is still ringing: "Hello!"

Not knowing what was said on the phone, the young man dropped the phone to the ground with a snap.

The woman came over naked and entangled the young man like a snake: "Honey, what happened?"

A red light flashed in the young man's eyes, and he roughly pushed the woman away: "You'd better not ask about my affairs."

The woman fell to the ground, anger flashed across her face, then she changed into a smiling face, got up slowly, and said with a charming smile: "Okay! I won't ask any more questions, but you can't treat me so roughly. me."

The young man snorted coldly, quickly put on his clothes and walked outside.

The woman walked to the floor and watched the young man get on a silver Ferrari and speed away.

The woman found her phone and dialed a number, "Wilson is out, something seems to have happened, follow him." After speaking, she hung up the phone.

In the secret research room of the Masonic Society, Wilson saw a terrifying murderous aura emanating from Andrew's body that had been burned to black charcoal.

"When did you find out?"

A black man in a black windbreaker and sunglasses said, "Half an hour ago." After speaking, he pointed to the chest of the corpse, "I don't know what kind of weapon it is, but it is so powerful that even we can't resist it."

Wilson squatted down and checked his body, "Have you informed the president yet?"

"Notified, the old man seems very angry."

Wilson stood up, "The only one who can hurt us and kill us is the Skull and Bones. Davis' rebellion is likely to be bought by them."

The black man nodded: "The president asked us to put this matter down first, we must find Davis as soon as possible."

Wilson snorted coldly, turned and walked out: "Andrew's revenge must be avenged."

Chinatown, located at the southern end of Grant Street in San Francisco, has a gate covered with green tiles and several vivid dragons hovering over it.Grant Street is the main street in the community, densely covered with shops and restaurants, and its gorgeous facades attract tourists and citizens.

The China Cultural Center holds various exhibitions on Chinese Americans, and also arranges Chinatown history tours and Chinatown food tours.The Chinese Historical Society tells the history of Chinatown and the difficult years of the Chinese in the United States. Various documents also prove the contribution of the Chinese community to the history of San Francisco.The most interesting neighborhood in Chinatown is Waverly Place.Many of the buildings here were donated by Chinese charitable organizations.Ross Lane is a typical narrow alley hidden deep in the block, and the scent of desserts wafts from the alley from time to time.

And in the depths of Ross Lane, there is a very famous bar, China Dragon.Almost all tourists who come to San Francisco, including Americans and Chinese here, like to come here.

One is because the layout here has strong Chinese characteristics and has not been invaded by Western culture.

The second is that the lead singers here are all country singers invited from the mainland of China. Their singing voices with a strong Chinese flavor have fascinated many foreigners who don't understand Chinese culture.

The third is the bartender here, that is, the owner of China Dragon Bar. She is a very beautiful Chinese woman. She came to San Francisco with her parents at the age of 16 to work hard. At the age of 19, she opened this bar here for 20 years.

The wine she mixed was unforgettable, so countless people came for her wine.

These people also include Alfred, the director of the US Security Agency, who is a frequent visitor here, but no one knows his identity.

Wilson walked into the bar and saw Alfred sitting on the high chair in front of the bar at a glance.

Wilson walked over, and Alfred saw him smile slightly: "Wilson, long time no see."

Wilson snapped his fingers: "Alice, bring me a cocktail."

Alice is the owner of this bar. Her Chinese name is Zhang Qianyi. She is nearly 40 years old, and her face is still delicate and beautiful. Wearing a traditional Chinese cheongsam, she looks even more graceful.

Hearing Wilson's words, he smiled slightly, and quickly mixed the wine and handed it to him.

Wilson took a sip and said with admiration, "The wine made by Miss Alice is still so mellow and rich."

Alfred shook the wine glass in his hand: "Not bad! Alice is definitely the best bartender in the world."

The two stopped talking, and after more than ten minutes, Alfred put down his glass: "I should go, come back tomorrow."

Wilson smiled, didn't move, ordered another cocktail, stood up after he finished drinking, and looked at Zhang Qianyi's chest unscrupulously.

"Miss Alice, I don't know if I have time tomorrow to have lunch together."

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

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 Avenue, the entrance of Chinatown.

Alfred was sitting in the car with a cigar in his mouth, and saw Wilson's car speeding up through the side mirror, 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."

"Hmph! Who else has this ability except Skeleton?"

"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 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 and didn't get into his car until Alfred's car was out of sight.

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 China Dragon Bar, in Ross Lane, Chinatown."