Chapter 647

The speeding cars merge into the busy streets, which is completely safe.

After a moment of eye contact with Sharon, Howard put his head from the back seat smilingly and said, "Slade, since you know, can you talk to us? What on earth is that plan for? "

"I tell you you can't solve it. You're at the same level in genetics and medicine as I am. It's useless to talk about it."

Su Ming likes to collect intelligence, but he doesn't like to tell others. Mysticism is very important.

Howard scratched his ears and turned his eyes. "I was almost killed. I'm a victim. I have to know who started it."

"Dr. Xavier did die of his murder, but it was not a group who wanted to kill you and killed him. Sharon and Charles gave it to me. It's none of your business here."

Su Ming, with his cigarette in his mouth, drives his car through the traffic at a high speed, leaving behind him a curse.

"Well, how can you tell it's not a group?" Howard pulled at his hair unhappily.

"The people who killed Dr. Xavier disguised the whole thing as an accident, and even the SSR kept it from the past, which represented covert operations and professional assassins. If you think about the shooter just now, within a minute, two people from the other side fired hundreds of bullets at us, and the gunfire can be heard in Manhattan. This represents the style of the military and the unbridled. "

Su Ming spits out a smoke ring and flicks ash out of the window. He replies calmly.

"Can't the same group have two styles?" Although Howard listened to the answer, he still had some doubts. He picked up the pillow of the front seat and raised one eyebrow.

"You think Nick Frey and the paratroopers can move together? Style determines that there are two kinds of people. "

After listening to this answer, Howard thought for a moment, trying to simulate the situation in his mind.

No matter what you think, it's Nick Frey who will throw the big soldiers under the enemy's firepower net and hide himself in the dark...

he will use them, but he won't act with them.

Howard scratched his beard and sighed: "well said, but Dr. Xavier was killed inside the base, which shows that there is no safety anywhere. How can I live without you?"

"So you told me the location of SSR headquarters, just to use me as a meat shield?" Su Ming make complaints about the way.

"Meat shield is too bad to listen to. Let's try to find a way." Howard rubbed his hands and twisted his way sheepishly.

"I hear you have a business card." Su Ming turned his mouth and motioned to Howard to take out the card holder.

Howard got up again and touched his hair. "I have a 400 square meter warehouse dedicated to storing all kinds of business cards I received. Which one do you mean?"

"The legendary one, the one in the ghost story of New York, the one under the bed when children hear his name." Su Ming said a lot of descriptions.

Howard understood, but also fell into a tangle: "you mean the name card of the death knell, there is, but... I feel numb when I see him. The smell of blood on his body is so strong that no one can reach him by phone before."

"I heard there are specific steps on the back of the business card. Didn't you follow them?"

"Are you so well informed? Yes, but the steps are too strange to follow

Howard shook his head and said no. he looked out of the window warily at the cars whose owners were paying attention to the broken glass luxury car.

"Try it and you'll find out? Or are you going home to write a suicide note? It's the place. "

Regardless of the tangled Howard, suming left him at the door of the stark group building and left with Charles and his son.

Howard stood by the side of the road, feeling the cold wind, his hair coming out of a bullet hole in his hat like grass in a crack in a stone.

He shivered and ran back to the company.

Before long, a car drove out from the underground of stark building, and a covered mysterious man sat in the driver's seat with sunglasses completely blocking his face.

The car slowly merged into the traffic and drove towards the park.

Central Park is the same as before. After the lake freezes in winter, many people skate here. But today is not a rest day, so there are not too many people.

The mysterious man stopped by the roadside. He pulled the collar of his windbreaker and went to the public telephone.

He put a few quarters into the phone and picked up the receiver. With the sound of the wind twisting, the dial was fixed on the numbers.

"Doodle, doodle... Hello, smiley face, fast food order line." On the other side of the receiver came a beautiful female voice, but she spoke very fast and seemed very impatient.

The man in the windbreaker shrank from the microphone, looked out through the transparency of the public phone booth, and whispered, "I want to kill.""Wrong number. Bye." Said the opposite very simply.

"I'm sick."

"Do you have any medicine?"

But it is very strange that the other party did not mean to hang up, as if waiting for something.

The windbreaker flipped the business card in his hand. What's next? Oh, it's this... Undress and dance and sing little stars.

The corners of his mouth twitched, but he did as the card said, unbuttoning his tie and holding the microphone in his empty hand.

"Twinkle, twinkle, stars all over the sky..."

the cold wind from the gap in the phone booth made him have goose bumps all over his body, but he still resolutely stripped off all his clothes, leaving only a pair of sunglasses, and the low temperature made his nose stick to his moustache, but he still danced like a hula dance.

The telephone booth is not a completely enclosed space. In addition, the designated telephone booth is located on the side of the road with people coming and going, which soon attracted many people to watch.

"Tut, a pervert, who will call the police?"

"He occupied the phone booth and couldn't call the police."

"He looks familiar, hasn't he seen it somewhere?"

"The butt is quite round."

Some people started pointing out and discussing the size of some part of the naked man, while others with children left in a hurry, covering their children's eyes.

Under the sunglasses shed a line of tears, he lost something important, in this cold winter, in this near Christmas day, he is like a match girl, feeling the world.

But this is the end of the story, and there's no way to go back.

He finished the last line and grabbed the receiver: "I want chocolate mayonnaise."

"It's 153 tonight, Queens street, one person on time."

The other party's voice cooled down, quickly said a string of words, this is the transaction address, and then the phone was hung up.

The naked man hung up the phone and began to dress himself as hard as he could. Then he opened the door of the phone booth, covered his face and ran quickly to the car.

The police have not come yet, but reporters have arrived, especially the bugle daily, whose paparazzi run faster than real dogs.

"Sir! Can you tell me what you think about strippers in the phone booth? "

"Sir, are you appealing to society for gender equality?"

"Wait, sir, are you speaking for people of color? Or are you dissatisfied with the president and have a spontaneous demonstration? "

The reporters pursued him closely. He didn't dare to turn back. He covered his face and jumped into the car. What's the relationship between taking off clothes and calling people of color?

The flash lights behind him were all in one. He had decided to sink the car to the bottom of the sea. He couldn't ask for it.

Start the car, he ran toward the suburbs, soon disappeared in the public view.

The reporters looked at each other, nodded slightly, and the task of separating the client from the onlookers was completed, and they could leave.

...

"Mrs. Sharon, you and Charles are living in the college these days. I'll ask someone to ask for leave from SSR."

Su Ming opens a door and smiles to welcome the mother and son into an empty dormitory building.

Now the college is almost full, but Su Ming still left a building for a rainy day. This is the building on the edge of the school, next to the swamp.

It's just that Charles has no chance to see crocodiles this winter.

The decoration box of this dormitory building is no different from other dormitories. On the first floor, there is a public rest room with sofa and TV. All kinds of bagged food are put on the tea table. The cabinet slows down the drinks of Wilson enterprise.

There are beautiful carpets on the ground, and the windows are very bright. You can see the snow piled on the window lattice, pressing out some dark lines.

Sharon sat on the sofa, covered her face, and ran her fingers through her hair like a comb. She didn't know what was going on today. Since her husband's accident, everything seemed to be in chaos.

Charles is a little curious to visit a few rooms, tea room, kitchenette and other places, he went in and around.

Su Ming touched his head: "how about it? Are you satisfied? "

"The environment is good. When will the captain of the United States come?" Charles sniffs. He seems to have a cold.

"He is not in the United States, I can't say when he will come back, but you can rest assured. The security force here is absolutely reliable."

Su Ming put him on the sofa, made two cups of instant coffee, and turned on the TV to show them.

He should not be allowed to get in touch with some people in the college, where some people know a lot of secrets.

Charles's attention was quickly drawn away by the cartoons on TV. Although he looked like a mature man, he was actually only a child.TV programs will not be read the voice of the heart, and will not guess the follow-up development, very interesting.

Sharon touched his head and looked at Su Ming gratefully. "Thank you, Mr. Wilson. I don't know how to thank you for your kindness."

"You're welcome. Howard's friends are my friends. You can use everything in this building, but it's better not to leave here."

Su Ming responds with a smile, then closes the door and leaves.

If it wasn't for Charles and the loopholes in repairing time, Su Ming would not have done anything about "making friends.".

But let this silly woman continue to be silly. Her husband died because she got involved in the dark. The more ignorant she is, the better. At least she will live until Charles grows up a little.

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