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He has passed the age of the second year of middle school. Thinking back then, Zhang Ming performed the transformation of Kamen Rider in front of his classmates in the middle, and now he thinks about it all the black history that made him roll on the ground.

But will this "Silver Messenger Club" have cute fans...

Glancing at Roy.

Well... the real fan girl, not the big dio.

"Haha." There was a laugh in the consciousness space.

Zhang Ming entered the consciousness space and stared at the small TV.

"Does the host have anything I can help you with?" said the little TV pretending to be cute.

"Install, then install."

A question mark appeared on the top of the small TV, indicating that he did not understand Zhang Ming's words. Zhang Ming rubbed the small TV's face hard, vented his dissatisfaction with being ridiculed, and returned to reality.

"Back to our previous question, have you recently made a deal with anyone, transported or delivered something, don't try to lie to me, I can see through your lies, once I find out that you are lying..."

Zhang Ming held the wire, emitting a weak current.

"Ah~"

Roy made a reverie sound.

His face was flushed, his eyes were like silk, a few strands of blond hair fell from his forehead, and he gasped slightly, making Zhang Ming and Franklin tremble all over.

"I won't lie to you, I'm your fan."

Zhang Mingqiang resisted the urge to throw down the metal wire and run away.

"Then say it."

"I'm a teacher, and the most money transaction usually is to collect tuition fees." Roy recalled and continued, "But some time ago, about three or four days ago, a person called. The other party called himself Mr. T and wanted to talk to me. A collaboration."

Zhang Ming was interested, "What kind of cooperation?"

"This cooperation... I think it should be different from what you imagined." Roy twisted his body and leaned on the chair in a more comfortable position.

"Mr. T asked me to train a group of dancers, who have never worked in nightclubs and are relatively 'clean'. He asked for both steel pipes and jazz to be able to order. The number of people was ten, and they all wanted girls. The price he gave me was [-]. US dollars, the actor's salary is calculated separately. It's a very cost-effective business, I agreed, and he paid [-] in advance on the same day."

"That's it? There's no D-product transaction order or something?" Franklin asked.

Roy said: "No, I hate that thing. If it is related to D-product, I will not cooperate with him for any amount of money."

Franklin was dumbfounded, and was targeted by the FBI because of this?

How can he continue to investigate this trivial matter, even if the investigation is clear, can he use this kind of thing to apply for a waiver agreement?

Perhaps there is no psychological pressure, Zhang Ming is much calmer than Franklin, he asked: "That Mr. T said that when these dancers are in place, will they perform on any occasion?"

Roy thought for a while and said, "No, he only said that it was a very important occasion, and there were certain requirements for the appearance and shape of the dancers, and he asked me to do a good job of checking... By the way, he also said that he had motion sickness and seasickness. people don't care."

Seasickness, seasickness.

Zhang Ming scratched his face, a few thoughts flashed through his mind.

"The last question, when will he come to pick up the dancers you have trained?"

"Five o'clock in the afternoon in three days."

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation." Zhang Ming pressed the button, the hook lock instantly loosened, and then retracted into the ejection device on his arm.

"Cool~" Roy's eyes lit up and he reached out to touch it, but Zhang Ming stepped back and avoided his hand.

Roy said, "Silver light messenger, what should I do next, refuse to cooperate with Mr. T?"

"Please don't call me that again. The sense of shame is too strong. As for Mr. T... everything will be business as usual."

Walking to the door, Zhang Ming finally said: "I hope you won't reveal the conversation tonight to others. Of course, it doesn't matter if you reveal it, but next time I come back, it may not be so friendly."

Zhang Ming's eyes passed Roy and landed on Jessica in the corner, "The same goes for you, don't forget that you also charged money. That money is enough for a hush money."

After leaving the nightclub, Franklin drove the car on the way back, and Zhang Ming sat in the co-pilot.

"I turned around all night, but I didn't expect that I was still wasting time."

When Franklin crumpled up the information given by the FBI and was about to throw it into the trash, Zhang Ming stopped him.

"It's not a waste of time, didn't Roy say everything he had to say?"

Zhang Ming said: "After I go back, I will investigate the large cruise ship that is about to arrive in New York. The arrival time is three days later. I believe we will be able to narrow down the target soon."

"But what's the point of checking it out?" Franklin felt that they were just doing useless work. Even if they found out, what would happen? A cruise ship would find a few dancing girls to add to the fun. It was a normal thing.

"Whether it makes any sense, we'll find out after the investigation." Zhang Ming shrugged, "Anyway, you have nothing to do, I'm very free, and I always think it will be very interesting."

Franklin shook his head, sighed, started the car, and headed to Michael's secret base.

Chapter 51 Hydra's Routine Meeting

"Leaders and comrades, good evening everyone."

"This year, for the seventh regular meeting of Hydra, the number of people expected to be [-], and the number of people who actually arrived was dozens. If the number of people meets the requirements, the meeting can be held."

"Since the beginning of the year, the annual meeting of Hydra, our leader, Alexander Pierce, stood at the height of the overall development of the world, and delivered a series of important speeches. In order to learn the spirit of the leader's speech and implement it deeply..."

"stop!"