Chapter 745

As Harris's threat video was released on television, serious chaos appeared in New York and Gotham, two cities known as financial Gemini. But in the chaos, there are also great differences between the two cities.

New York is a big traffic jam because a large number of citizens rush to flee the city in terror. In addition to the traffic jam in Gotham, countless masked people poured into the streets, smashing, looting and looting, so that Gotham was shrouded in flames and smoke before it was attacked by missiles.

Kama Taj in the Himalayas, Bruce in monk clothes, watching the news on TV, murmured, "it looks like I should go back to Gotham."

Astoria Waldorf hotel is located in the center of Manhattan. Its establishment year is as long as its name. It has a history of 100 years. It is one of the top luxury hotels in New York City.

Although the citizens of the whole city are trying to escape the city, the top hotels like Waldorf are still open. Of course, on a day like this, you don't want to have customers

The hotel lobby manager was thinking like this when suddenly a group of people in black with sunglasses and suits came in. The leader lit up his certificate in front of the lobby manager and said coldly, "open a top-level presidential suite and charge it to the New York City Government."

As soon as the lobby manager's eyes lit up, he nodded quickly and helped the uninvited guests around in person. He, who is well-informed, can see at a glance that this is public work and must not be short of money.

Soon the presidential suite was opened. An old man with hair and beard like Tarzan the ape was sent into the suite under the surveillance of four tall and big agents. James, standing in the living room, stepped forward, looked at the old man carefully, nodded and said, "Mr. Mason, it seems that you are in good health."

Mason grinned and raised his towel covered hand. "Can you untie this thing?"

James sneered, "are you kidding, Mr. Mason?"

Mason shrugged his shoulders. "Many of you are watching. Besides, it's the 88th floor. Are you afraid I'll run away?"

"Afraid." James said simply, "you can escape Devil Island where birds can't fly out. Hotels like this can't stop you."

"Well, you cautious fellow." Mason glanced. "Then I'll take a bath, have a haircut, shave, and then have a big meal. Dear Mr. James, can an old man always untie his handcuffs after taking a bath? Of course, unless you're willing to give me a bath. "

James didn't speak. He looked at his men. The men who had just searched the whole room nodded slightly. James sighed, "OK, but only when taking a bath."

"Oh, by the way, I have to shit..."

In Mason's shouting, he was dragged away by the agents.

James held his eyebrows reluctantly. Although he had moved very fast, nearly ten hours had passed since Harris's threat. Outside, the sun had just set, the night shrouded the earth, and the lights were on. Looking at the night outside the window, he was also not relaxed.

Luckily Sharon didn't drop his chain.

After James flew from Washington to New York, Sharon also personally met him at the airport. The two exchanged views on the road. Sharon said that he was ready. As long as the above gave orders, he was 100% sure to eliminate all terrorists on Devil Island.

This made James feel a little confident and resentful towards president Benjamin.

It seems that the new president is biased against powers. He clearly has a safer, safer and more convenient method. He has to use a stupid method full of risks. What's more, Sharon is his nephew. Benjamin's suspicion of Sharon is actually doubting himself.

James is now full of doubt and vigilance about Benjamin's previous conversation with himself in his study.

Don't forget, Sharon saved him. As a result, he was still so suspicious. If so, will he be as relieved as he said about his non legitimate acting Minister?

One of his men came up and whispered, "minister, the barber is here, but he has some opinions on our arrangement."

"Does he have an opinion? What opinion? Did you check this guy's identity carefully? Come on, I'll have a look. "

James motioned his men to keep an eye on the bathroom and walked to the elevator.

At this time, in the luxury bathroom, Mason hummed a little song, put the shower water to the maximum, covered his voice, and then quietly picked up the landline in the bathroom: "front desk? I'm in room 8808. I'll order the most luxurious package for 48 people. Yes, I'll bring it now... Don't forget, there's good wine. "

In the elevator, a short man in a black vest was arguing with James: "what? Can't you use scissors? Damn it, you know who I am? I'm the most famous hairdresser in New York City. I don't know how many Hollywood stars have come to me, but you told me not to use scissors! "

James didn't have a good way: "yes, not just scissors, no cutting edge or sharp objects are allowed. Besides, it's just for you to have a haircut. Why is there so much nonsense? "

"I'm not a barber, I'm a hairdresser..."

"In short, it's the same with me. If it weren't for the tight time, most barber shops were closed, I wouldn't look for you."

"This is an insult to me. I quit. I..."

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun in front of him and a check with a series of numbers written on it, the self styled "hairdresser" changed his expression instantly: "in fact, a real hairdresser should be able to meet the needs of customers no matter what tools he uses, even if he only uses an electric barber knife."

When James came back with the barber, he found a lot of delicious food in the room, and his subordinates were wolfing around the delicious food.

"What's the matter with these food?"

James asked with a frown.

One of his subordinates shrugged and said, "we made it."

James thought about it. Anyway, they were reimbursed with public funds. Besides, the brothers were tired and should have a rest after working with themselves for such a day. They didn't say anything more. They just reminded him: "don't drink. Be vigilant."

Mason also finished washing, changed into a new suit and staggered out of the bathroom. At his request, James took him to the balcony and asked the barber to cut his hair and shave his beard here.

"Oh, sir, please don't blame me for being talkative. I just feel that your hairstyle and beard match your temperament very well. It's a pity to cut them off completely."

When the barber saw Mason, he fell ill again.

Mason shrugged. "If it weren't for special circumstances, I'd like to keep it."

"Understand, understand," the barber tied a white cloth around Mason's neck, "so what do you want from your new hairstyle?"

Mason looked at the mirror on the table and sighed, "solemn, after all, there are more serious occasions."