-
Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading
Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Romance -> Special forces in the city Text Chapter 885 The Beautiful Bartender
Previous page Return to Catalog Next page
- Dane's hands were tapping quickly on the keyboard, some nuclear fission reactor, collecting electromagnetic panels and other data. Next is the name and function of each part, including energy calculation formulas.
Time passed quietly, and after about an hour, Dan Enen raised his head.
"This thing is real, and it is not simply a weapon to destroy satellites. It is a super nuclear bomb hanging in space. It has no nuclear radiation, but is more powerful than a nuclear bomb."
"What's more powerful than a nuclear bomb?" The madman opened the door and walked in, holding a gun.
Dan En ignored him and looked at the computer screen and continued: "This thing has a nuclear fission reactor that can collect solar particles. Coupled with electromagnetic effects, in the event of a war, it can attack any target on the ground through ground guidance. When it explodes The high-energy particle flow produced can easily destroy a planet two thousand kilometers wide. What¡¯s even more frightening is that no country has the ability to warn and intercept it.¡±
¡°Pa¡± Yang Luo snapped his fingers, ¡°Dian En¡¯en, put your things away, Nangong Feng hurry up and ask someone to bring dinner. Eat and have a good rest.¡±
After a while, the waiter brought the dinner. After eating, Yang Luo wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then stretched.
"Tonight is truly a wonderful night."
In the old town of San Francisco, a stretched Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of the dark alley. A black man who was over two meters tall and wearing a crisp black suit got out of the car. After getting out of the car, he stood respectfully by the car door.
Then a short, 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 cane in his hand. His left foot was somewhat disabled and limp. 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 expression instantly turned gloomy. 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 what happened on the phone. There is no need to repeat it again." After saying that, a subordinate next to him took a suitcase and said, "I have already collected the goods. , this is 20 million, please check it."
Spears stared at Kane with cold eyes and did not reach out to pick it up.
Kane's voice suddenly turned cold: "Mr. Spears, since I called you to inform you instead of taking the goods away directly, it proves that it has nothing to do with us. And I have always believed that peace makes money. There is no need to pay for a mere two thousand Wan made everyone unhappy.¡±
Spears¡¯ expression softened a little, he slowly turned around and nodded towards the black man.
The black man took the suitcase from Kane's hand, then opened it and looked at it, "Boss! No problem."
Spears said: "Let's go back."
Kane looked at Spears's back and sneered: "This old guy, it's all if he can't find the Chinese. If he does, the Chinese will definitely send him to see Joes."
Spears got into the car, and in the driver's seat was a black man dressed exactly like the black bodyguard. I saw Spears get into the car, start the car and drive away.
Spears was sitting in the car, her eyes closed and she didn¡¯t know what she was thinking. Veins popped out in her hand that was holding the cane tightly. It took a while before she opened her eyes, with terrifying murderous intent flashing in her eyes.
"Find the prostitute named Sophia, she must be with those Chinese people."
"Yes! Boss." The black man agreed respectfully.
Located in a wealthy area north of the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, in a three-story luxury villa, a naked young man was working hard on a woman. The woman's moans and gasps could drive any normal man crazy.
"Dingling bell"
A rapid ringing of the phone rang, and the young man cursed fiercely: "Shit!" However, he did not get up, but moved faster. Along with the ringing of the phone, the young man let out a beast-like roar from his throat. With a muffled roar, he suddenly straightened his lower body. The woman's upper body suddenly lifted up, her legs tightly wrapped around the young man's waist, and she let out a scream of joy and pain.
The young man breathed out and raised his head. Only then could he see his face clearly. He was about 27 or 28 years old. There was a big scar on his face, extending from the corner of his right eye to his chin. His light blue eyes proved that he was Pure European ancestry.
Standing up and walking to the phone, he picked up the phone that was still ringing: "Hello!"
I don¡¯t know what was said on the phone. The young man threw the phone to the ground with a bang.
Women nakedThe son came over and wrapped himself around the young man like a snake: "Dear, what happened?"
A red light flashed in the young man's eyes, and he pushed the woman away roughly: "You'd better not ask about my affairs."
The woman fell to the ground, anger flashed across her face, then she changed her face to a smile, slowly got up, and said with a charming smile: "Okay, okay! I won't ask anymore, but you can't treat her so roughly. me."
The young man snorted, quickly put on his clothes and walked outside.
The woman walked to the floor-length dress and watched the young man get into a silver Ferrari sports car and speed away.
The woman found her phone and dialed a number, "Wilson is out, something seems to have happened, follow him." After that, she hung up the phone.
In the secret Masonic research room, Wilson saw a terrifying murderous aura rising from Andrew's body that had been burned to black charcoal.
"When was it discovered?"
A black man wearing a black trench coat 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 was, but it was so powerful that even we couldn't resist it."
Wilson knelt down and checked his body, "Have you notified the president?"
"Notified, he seems to be very angry."
Wilson stood up, "The only ones who can hurt us and kill us are the Skull and Bones. And Davis's rebellion is likely to be bribed by them."
The black man nodded: "The president asked us to put this matter down first. Davis must be found as soon as possible."
Wilson snorted coldly, turned around and walked out: "Andrew's revenge must be avenged."
Chinatown is located at the southern end of Grant Street in San Francisco. The gate is topped with green tiles and several vivid dragons hover above it. Grant Street is the main street in the community, densely packed with shops and restaurants, and its gorgeous facades attract tourists and citizens.
The Chinese Cultural Center holds various exhibitions of 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 documentary records also prove the contribution of the Chinese community to the history of San Francisco. The most fun neighborhood in Chinatown is Waverly Place. Many buildings here were built with donations from Chinese charitable organizations. Ross Lane is a typical example of a narrow alley hidden deep in a neighborhood. From time to time, the aroma of desserts wafts out from the alley.
And deep in Ross Lane, there is a very famous bar, the Chinese Dragon. Almost all tourists who come to San Francisco, including Americans and Chinese here, like to come here.
First, because the layout here has strong Chinese characteristics and has not been invaded by Western culture.
Second, the lead singers here are all country singers invited from mainland China. Their singing voices with strong Chinese local flavor have fascinated many foreigners who do not understand Chinese culture.
The third is the bartender here, who is also the owner of the Chinese Dragon Bar. She is a very beautiful Chinese woman. She came to San Francisco with her parents to work hard at the age of sixteen. She opened this bar here at the age of nineteen and has been there for two years. ten years.
The wine she makes is unforgettable, so countless people come here just for her wine.
¡°These people also include US Security Agency Director Alfred, who is a frequent visitor here, but no one knows his identity.
Wilson walked into the bar and immediately saw Alfred sitting on the high chair in front of the bar.
Wilson walked over, and Alfred smiled slightly when he saw him: "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 forty years old, but her face is still delicate and beautiful. She looks even more graceful wearing a traditional Chinese cheongsam.
Hearing Wilson¡¯s words, he smiled slightly and quickly mixed the wine and handed it to him.
Wilson took it and took a sip, and said with admiration: "The wine made by Miss Alice still tastes so mellow and rich."
Alfred shook the wine glass in his hand: "That's right! Alice is definitely the best bartender in the world."
The two stopped talking. After more than ten minutes, Alfred put down his wine glass: "It's time for me to leave. Come back tomorrow."
Wilson smiled, did not move, and ordered another cocktail. After he finished drinking, he stood up and looked at Zhang Qianyi's breasts unscrupulously.
¡°Miss Alice, I don¡¯t know if you have time tomorrow to have lunch together.¡±
Zhang Qianyi shook her head and politely refused: "I'm sorry Mr. Wilson, I want to stay with my husband and my child."
 Wilson shrugged: "It happens every time, can't you change the reason?"
Zhang Qianyi smiled slightly: "This is not a reason, they need my company."
"Okay! It's such an honor for your husband to marry you." After finishing speaking, Zhang Qianyi turned around and walked out, got in the car and went straight to Bush Street at the entrance of Chinatown.
Alfred was sitting in the car with a cigar in his mouth. He saw Wilson's car speeding over through the rearview mirror, followed by a harsh brake sound.
Wilson got out of the car and got into Alfred's car, "Andrew is dead."
Alfred¡¯s body was shaken and he took the cigar out of his mouth: ¡°How did you die?¡±
Wilson said in a cold tone: "It seems that he was shot and then burned into black coals by fire."
Alfred frowned: "Who can kill Andrew."
"Hmph! Who has this ability except the Skull and Bones Society."
"You're not looking for me just for this matter."
Wilson nodded: "Davis rebelled. He stole the research information on nuclear pulse bombs. He was probably bribed by the Skull and Bones Society to find him."
Alfred threw the cigarette out of the car: "Wait for my news."
Wilson got out of the car and waited until Alfred's car disappeared from sight before getting into his own car and leaving.
Yang Luo lay on the bed and took out his phone to call Feng Kun.
"Is there any news about the traitor?"
"No! That guy seems to have disappeared in San Francisco."
Yang Luo tapped his forehead and thought for a long time before saying, "Notify our people that I want to see him."
"Zhang Qianyi, the owner of the Chinese Dragon Bar, in Ross Lane, Chinatown."
Recommended article: "Super Student" by Gong Zinuo. Author of "The Personal Bodyguard of the Most Beautiful Beauty": Fei Ge leads the way. The author of "The Romance Official King": Ten Thousand Years Nine Eyes.
>, - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
- Previous pageCatalogNext page