While Leon continued to dig out the secrets of the hands and meetings from the bloggers, at the same time, in the headquarters of the hands and meetings on the other side, a heavy meeting was being held…
Inside the white square office, there is a huge white round table and five chairs.
At this moment, there are only three people sitting on the five seats.
The other two seats are empty…
Suddenly, Mrs. Gao in a black Tang suit broke the solemn air with a loud voice: "Have you not found a blogger yet?"
"Not yet…but, according to the reports from his subordinates, he shouldn't have been killed by that man…" "Uncle Black" , who was sitting on the side, replied in a deep voice.
This conversation seemed to awaken Alexandra, who was sitting in the middle of the round table, who looked contemplative.
She raised her head slightly, crossed her hands and fingers, and placed it on the table with a heavy face:
"In the past few years, the five of us have been able to overcome the dangers and overcome many difficulties every time, but we did not expect that the enemy this time was so powerful."
"I admit that it was my decision that made a major mistake that led to Murakami's death and the disappearance of the blogger…"
The death of Murakami has long cast a faint haze on the hearts of Mrs. Gao, So Wanda, and Alexandra.
Now that Academy has been seized by the police, the blogger has also fallen into a state of unclear life and death, and it has hit everyone's hearts with a heavy blow.
The bad news in succession, even for hundreds of years, no matter what difficulties and obstacles were faced, the hands and the five fingers that had been spent together began to gradually crack.
Cut off one finger and the whole hand can still be used.
However, if you cut off the two, the situation is different…
"but!"
"Now is not the time to be held accountable, but the crucial moment when we need to be united and overcome difficulties together,"
"As long as we kill this Leon Coulson, then everything can be saved!"
Alexandra's words were filled with cold murderous aura.
Mrs. Gao, who was sitting aside, also reminded aloud: "I understand what you mean."
"But, he has been to Kunlun, he must know what our weakness is. In other words, we have only one chance like him!"
"Maybe, we should shoot together…"
Glancing at the wrinkled Mrs. Gao and the solemn Alexandra, So Wanda nodded slightly, "Yes, if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!"
Accompanied by this slightly tragic sentence, the atmosphere in the entire room suddenly became more intense…
. . . . . .
Walking out of the headquarters of the New York Police Department, Leon got in the car without looking back and drove towards Queens…
However, shortly after driving out, he was blocked by the huge traffic of Manhattan.
Looking at the long queue, Leon controlled the steering wheel with one hand, thinking through the waiting time.
As one of the senior officials of The Hand, all the information obtained from Botu is the core secret of The Hand.
For example, the headquarters of The Hand, Mrs. Gao's drug factory, the address of Wanda, etc…
This information, which only the top knows, gradually formed the plan in Leon's mind.
However, at the moment, what he missed most in his mind was not how to solve the problem of hand and meeting, but the bottle of medicine in the mouth of the blogger that can get rid of the symptoms of withdrawal symptoms!
Leon knew the value of the potion.
The withdrawal reaction has always been a nightmare for all kinds of drug addicts.
As long as they are still taking medicine, they will be accompanied by a terrible and irresistible nightmare throughout their lives…
If this bottle of potion is really as effective as the blogger said, then this will be a potion that can cross the age, and it will also be a cash cow with unlimited "money"!
Although, in the past few years, Leon has made considerable profits through investing in the IT industry and has become a rich man.
However, millions of dollars, in front of those billionaires or huge amounts of war, are simply not worth mentioning!
Maybe the Sky Mothership was shot out in one shot, more than that…
Leon was also helpless.
He is not a rich second-generation like Harry Osborn; nor does he have a genius brain like Tony Stark.
He is just an ordinary young man who obtained the system by chance and came to this world…
Even if he can learn the knowledge of other scientific and technological geniuses, it takes a certain amount of time and opportunity to transform it into a product, and then sell it for profit.
If so, who wouldn't want to have banknote abilities like Osborn and Stark?
And now, this bottle of medicine provides Leon with such an opportunity!
As long as this bottle of semi-finished medicine is formulated, and then mass-produced, the green banknotes, just like wings, are constantly flying into his pocket!
You know, the pharmaceutical industry has always been profiteering…
As for the perfect work of pharmacy, he already had a perfect candidate in his mind.
You know, he is not fighting alone…
. . .
The next day.
Located in a laboratory in the Trident headquarters in Washington.
"You are joking?!"
Looking at the bottle of fluorescent medicine in Leon's hand, Gemma Simmons couldn't help but swallowed, her voice filled with excitement and excitement: "This bottle of medicine can really make the patient get rid of the withdrawal reaction?"
"That's what the person who gave me this bottle of potion said…" Leon spread his hands and continued to explain: "But I'm not sure if what he said is true. That's why I came to you, wanting You perform a drug analysis to see if this bottle of medicament is exactly what he said…"
"So amazing!"
Before the words were over, Simmons, who was eager to verify, like a tiger pounced on food, "snatched" the potion from Leon's hand.
"wait for me a while!"
After leaving such a sentence, Simmons took the bottle of the medicine containing the Leon banknote Ability dream and walked to the testing instrument.
Seeing that Simmons had entered the state of scientific research, Leon couldn't help turning his head, and pointedly said to Fitz, who was standing by: "I only now understand why you became good friends with Simmons…"
"Why?" Fitz asked curiously.
"Because, to some extent, you are very similar. You are the kind of people who don't hesitate to pursue the longing in your heart."
Glancing at Simmons, who was focused on his face, Fitz also nodded, agreeing:
"Indeed. When I was with Gemma, there was always something we couldn't say… Maybe, that's because we are all the same kind of people."
"So, when are you going to ask her out for dinner?"
"Eh? What are you talking about?" Faced with the sudden question, Fitz was startled, scratching his head, and wondering: "Why do I ask her to go out for dinner? We generally like to be in the laboratory and order takeaways. …"
Seeing Fitz talked endlessly, Leon couldn't help but smile wryly, shook his head, and muttered to himself:
"This child's IQ points, I am afraid that all the points are used for scientific research…"