I, mythical giant

Chapter 107 Neuropathy

The white widow came out of the bathroom and changed into a purple cheongsam; she stood in front of the window of the study, looking motionless at the deep night outside, with a touch of indifference and indifference all over her body.

Next to him, Zera, the white man who was summoned, couldn't help but said: "What should we do now?"

The White Widow seemed to be awakened, and glanced sideways at Zella, confused: "What?"

Zela said, "I mean the Apostles and the Milks over there"

The White Widow chuckled: "So?"

"Are you taking someone to hunt him down now? Or call the Paris intelligence service and tell them someone is robbing the prison?"

The beauty smiled like a flower, and then shouted out of the window: "Is it? My dear! You will kill them all, and Paris will be disturbed by you, right?"

A figure suddenly appeared from the window, with both hands lightly climbing the edge of the window, and met the White Widow's eyes.

"I said you are a little clever ghost, and you really are a little clever ghost. It has been more than half an hour, and you are still guarding against me."

It's Jiang Shan.

The White Widow stretched out her hands, put her arms around Jiang Shan's neck, put her forehead against her forehead, and said, "So I guessed right."

Jiang Shan was speechless.

He was just taking a step back.

The White Widow's people sent him near the secret prison of the Paris intelligence agency, and Jiang Shan turned around and touched him back; as always, when a person experiences something beyond his control, he can't help but reveal some secrets.

But the White Widow was actually prepared.

"I have one last question." Jiang Shan held the window with one hand and pressed the other hand on Widow Bai's waist. He looked into her eyes and said, "What is your relationship with Chen Man?"

The White Widow blinked: "Who is Chen Man?"

Jiang Shan nodded: "I won't force you."

Saying that, she let go of the White Widow, and she fell down to the third floor, and her shadow disappeared into the darkness.

The White Widow just looked at it for a while and said, "Do you still want to chase him now?"

Zella next to her was already speechless.

As the founder of the Syndicate and a former senior member of the British intelligence agency, Solomon Lane received the most senior treatment.

He was imprisoned in a secret prison of the Paris intelligence service.

It can be said that the walls here are iron-clad and watertight.

Solomon curled up on a single bed in a narrow, sturdy little room, with heavy shackles on his hands, feet, and neck.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a little bit of metal colliding, and Solomon couldn't help but look up.

The door of the room was opened, and a tall figure Shi Shiran walked in, and closed the door gently with his backhand.

"Solomon Lane?"

"What tricks do you want to play again?" Solomon sat up with difficulty, a thick beard on his face.

He rolled his not-so-big eyes, looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly raised his brows: "Paris intelligence agencies are not employees without oriental faces, but they are all civilians. A felon like me cannot be contacted by people with an oriental face. You who is it?"

Jiang Shan laughed: "Let me give you a choice."

"Oh?" Solomon also laughed.

Jiang Shan said: "I see that the apostolic organization is okay, I will rescue you, and you will do things for me."

When Solomon heard it, he laughed: "Interesting."

"Someone actually wants to control us!" He said, "Don't you know that we are all traitors? The United States, Britain, France...we betrayed them, who else will we be loyal to?!"

Jiang Shan laughed dumbly: "I didn't say I wanted your allegiance."

Said: "I asked you to do things, you helped me do it, and I gave you money. Transaction relationship."

Solomon and his organization, as a collection of defected agents from Western countries, are useful to Jiang Shan.

As for how many bad things Solomon did before, how damned, that has nothing to do with Jiang Shan; Solomon didn't go to the east to make troubles, nor did he have trouble with Jiang Shan.

"I don't care how many things you have done in the past, but I advise you to put out the idea of ​​using atomic bombs to blow up the Kashmir glacier. How about living well? Hand over those two plutonium cores and establish a trading relationship with me. Trust me. , the apostolic organization will develop very well in the future."

In the story of Mission: Impossible, at the end, the main planner who intends to detonate the nuclear bomb and blow up the Kashmir glacier is actually the prisoner in front of him.

Walker, or John Rucker, was merely a facilitator.

"Hehehehe" Solomon smiled strangely: "The deeper the suffering, the more precious peace is. When one-third of the world's population is threatened by nuclear pollution, they will know that peace is not easy. This is my ideal!"

Jiang Shan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Give me those two plutonium cores, and I'll give you money; you take the money and bomb New York and Washington, and I will support it with both hands."

"I think that can also reflect your concept of 'the deeper the suffering, the more precious peace'."

This guy wants European and American countries to experience pain, but he detonates nuclear bombs in Asia. What's the point?Do you have the special ability to bomb New York and Washington? !
"Ha, this is your face!" Solomon said with contempt: "I will make you feel the pain, and it won't be long."

Solomon looked at Jiang Shan with a half-smile and said: "I understand you, I understand you better than you yourself. The old order of this world needs to be shattered, and a new order needs to be born. No one can control anyone, no one can control us!"

Jiang Shan frowned.

In the original plot, this guy was very talkative, like an extreme religious believer.Talking about the old order, talking about the new order, talking about suffering and peace, is simply a bad thing.

I didn't expect to play with Jiang Shan here.

Jiang Shan slapped his backhand and knocked Solomon to the ground: "Let me ask again, hand over the plutonium core, I will pay, and you will do things. No one controls anyone. Do you want to do it?"

Solomon smiled nervously, and he barely turned over: "No one can control us!"

Jiang Shan raised his foot and crushed the back of his head: "Then you go to die!"

Walking out of the narrow prison, Jiang Shan exhaled: "Made, crazy!"

This time about the plutonium nuclear matter, Jiang Shan understands a truth—in terms of order, the order of the Eastern world is far superior to that of the Western world.

It is absolutely impossible for things like plutonium cores to flow out of the Eastern world. This kind of thing can only happen in the Western world.

If there are such good things like this in the future, they will definitely happen in the Western world. At that time, Jiang Shan will go there again in person?
If he could borrow the power of the apostle organization, Jiang Shan could get it just by sitting at home.

That's why he was talking nonsense to Solomon.

Because the apostolic organization, how should I put it, in Jiang Shan's opinion, is relatively pure.If it works, it works well.

If this guy can change his mind and hand over the plutonium core to Jiang Shan, Jiang Shan is willing to use their power and give them money in the future.

Create a transaction relationship.

It's a pity that this guy, Chunchun is really mentally ill.

Jiang Shan regretted it a little.

It's not that he regrets stepping on Solomon to death, such a thing is not a pity to die; it's that he regrets the wonderful plan before - like eating a fly.

"I know this guy is a psycho, but I still think so much. I'm so stupid!"

After thinking about it, Jiang Shan turned around and went in again, put Solomon's body into the Qiankun bag, wiped out all the blood, brains, etc., then came out, and then Shi Shiran left the secret prison.

(End of this chapter)