Damon Starda's face was blue and red, and he looked very ugly.

He didn't expect that Shen Jiannan would dare to be so strong knowing that he was from the Phantom, let alone that someone had already arrived behind him, but he didn't notice it.

As a former Cobra special forces lieutenant, this is undoubtedly a great shame.

Under the threat of Tang Dunhou and his party, Dimon Studa untied the weapon he was carrying, but his eyes were directly at Shen Jiannan.

"Mr. Shen, I want you to know what you're doing? This is Wall Street, it's Manhattan, are you ready to pay for this?"

Price?

Shen Jiannan finally raised his head and looked at Dimon Starda with a disdainful smile.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sstada Security Advisor. But here, I have the final say. If you don't mind, now we can go. ”

Damon Stada's face was gloomy like water, and although Shen Jiannan was sorry in his words, his tone and attitude did not mean sorry at all.

Dimon Studa didn't like Shen Jiannan's assertiveness, and no one in Manhattan or even New York or even the whole of America dared to be so strong when he knew that he was a phantom.

Never.

But thinking of what Mr. Butler had explained, Damon Stada suppressed the urge to explode.

"Please!"

Shen Jiannan didn't care about Damon Starda's stiff and cold invitation attitude, got up and adjusted the suit on his body, and glanced at Tang Dunhou.

Tang Dunhou understood, handed the pistol with the bullet in his hand to Daemon Stada and his companions again, and followed Shen Jiannan out of the office door.

Humiliate.

Naked humiliation.

What is the difference between a pistol that has lost its bullets and scrap metal?

Damon Starda clenched the pistol in his hand fiercely, the green tendons on his wrists appeared, staring at the backs of Shen Jiannan and his party, gritting his teeth angrily.

He knew exactly what the mission of the trip was.

Phantom needs to be a partner with First International Capital, but as the host, the cooperation must be led by Phantom.

It is necessary to grasp all the initiative.

But this damn guy has now snatched the right to lead, and he is lagging behind, but he seems to be a follower.

"Aren't you going to lead the way, Mr. Stada?"

Bastard!

Dimon Starda scolded indignantly, very dissatisfied that Shen Jiannan actually called him like a follower.

But with his responsibilities, he had to walk out of the office and lead the way in front.

The entrance of the building.

A Cadillac stopped on the side of the road, and Dimon Starda motioned to Shen Jiannan and got into the car with his companion.

Someone from the Shadow Group had already driven Shen Jiannan's Rolls-Royce over, and the group got into the car and followed the Cadillac that was slowly leading the way in front of them, galloping on the flat asphalt road.

Along the way, through the city, through the suburbs, the surroundings gradually open up but also a little desolate.

Tang Dunhou glanced at the sky, his spirit was tense, and he was a little nervous in his heart.

A helicopter hovered high in the air, keeping a short distance and following, and from the moment he left Manhattan, he found that the helicopter seemed to be coming for his group.

Although this Rolls-Royce is anti-armor and custom-made, if it is targeted by a helicopter gunship, I am afraid it will not be too easy.

Pick up and send a helicopter gunship to patrol, this kind of handicraft ...... For the first time, Tang Dunhou felt what it meant to be a behemoth.

The car is getting farther and farther away, and the more remote it becomes, not long ago you could see some people sporadically, but now there are hillside woods and ravines on both sides of the road, and from time to time you can see wild animals coming and going, as if they were in the primeval forest.

What the hell is this place?

Tang Dunhou couldn't help but cheer up 12 percent of his spirit.

He has been in the United States for a while, and he knows that in the United States, only the middle class or the poor live in high-rise housing that looks like a prison in the sky, and the real rich live in the suburbs.

But this place doesn't look like a suburb at all, but like a wilderness.

Shen Jiannan could see Tang Dunhou's vigilance, but in fact, he was also very complicated in his heart.

I have long known that Morgan has a deep heritage, but when I really come into contact with it, I know how deep it is.

Not long ago, he had seen a sign in one place with a large line of letters on it - Private Territory.

In other words, in fact, they had actually entered the territory of Morgan Manor ten minutes ago, but the car was driving at a speed of sixty kilometers, and they had not seen the buildings of the manor until now.

Such a private territory area is probably unimaginable in China.

Not to mention anything else, an ordinary golf course will have to withstand a lot of criticism and pressure when it is built, and this kind of private territory of hundreds of hectares will not be able to be made by the gods if it is put in China.

It's still the happiness of capitalist countries!

Why don't you find a place to get a holiday estate to play with?

The manor in New York can't shoot birds, this place is open, with the sky as the bed and the earth as the bed, engaging in field warfare, it should be quite fun.

Finally, the endless jungle seemed to come to an end, and the car slowly slowed down, and the surroundings gradually opened up, probably to the destination.

But Tang Dunhou's nerves suddenly stretched to the limit.

Not far away, seven or eight people in suits and leather shoes could be seen standing on the road with rifles, and even more exaggerated was that one guy was actually carrying a bazooka in his hand.

"The owner...... It looks like it's a military restricted area ahead?"

Suddenly, Tang Dunhou whispered solemnly.

Frankly.

Shen Jiannan really wanted to scold his mother.

The bodyguards are so blatant that they almost look like the army, and I'm afraid that only a family like Morgan can make such a big battle.

Although First International Capital is rich now, it is very different from this old family.

Rockefeller, I'm afraid it's just as tough!

"Don't worry, just wait a minute. ”

As the Cadillac in front of him stopped, Shen Jiannan signaled to park the car in front of the roadblock and said a word to Tang Dunhou.

Tang Dunhou nodded, what else can you do if this kind of place doesn't cooperate.

Soon, the car gradually stopped, and Damon Stada got out of the car and walked straight to Shen Jiannan and his party, although there was no smile on his face, his eyes seemed to be smug and laughing.

"I'm sorry, guys. Weapons are prohibited at Morgan Manor, and I need to check your entourage. ”

The same tone, the same words.

Tang Dunhou exchanged views with the two group members in his group, his face showing anger, and for the first time he felt what it means to be retribution.

Dog's day.

Under Shen Jiannan's explanation, several people were searched by Dimon Starda.

A short time later, three pistols, six grenades, and three military daggers were recovered from the three men.

Damon Studa raised his eyebrows, looked at Tang Dunhou defiantly, and said, "Now, these things must be kept by us. ”

"Fa Yan. ”

Humiliated by Damon Stada, Donton angrily cursed a word.

Damon Starda, however, laughed, anger only means powerlessness, like the kind of treatment he received not long ago, and now it feels great to be back on the field.

Shen Jiannan was also searched, but compared to the rude treatment received by Tang Dunhou and the others, it can be said to be a kind of enjoyment.

A well-built female bodyguard groped all over his body, eventually stopping at the weapon that every man would carry.

For the average person, it may be a fragrant enjoyment. But Shen Jiannan really couldn't accept this enjoyment, and quickly jumped to stop the female bodyguard from continuing to check.

"Stop, stop!"

Damon Studa stopped the female bodyguard and smiled smugly.

"Mr. Shen is a valued guest of Mr. Hunt Jr. and does not need to be examined. ”

You don't need to check, you said it earlier.

Shen Jiannan was also helpless, both depressed and admired for the methods of the Morgan family.

What no need to check, liar!

Engaging a good-looking woman to inspect makes people unable to express any dissatisfaction, and an easy move will make him lose all his gentlemanly demeanor, and the initiative he has grabbed will be lost in an instant.

It's not Morgan!

"Mr. Shen. Unfortunately, in order to protect the natural environment, cars are not allowed in the manor and we need to change to other means of transport. ”

Dimon Stada led the group through the checkpoint, and within a few minutes, the view gradually widened, and a white marble canopy appeared in front of everyone.

Tang Dunhou and his two companions looked at each other, and Shen Jiannan was also dumbfounded.

There was a row of scooters neatly arranged under the canopy, and Daemon Studa pulled the handrail of one of the scooters and stood on it, signaling that this was the means of transport to be transferred.

Electric scooters.

That's right, it's an electric scooter.

There is almost no difference from the electric scooters of later eras, which can be folded and look very lightweight.

Even if you know it, many things may have existed for many years before they were popularized, and you often enjoy this kind of technology that is beyond what normal people know.

But suddenly seeing this fashionable electric scooter that became popular twenty years later, Shen Jiannan still suddenly had a sense of time and space confusion.

Fortunately, he didn't know that this thing actually existed a hundred years ago.

"Please!"

Damon Studa politely made an inviting gesture to the group.

But with a smug smile on his face, there was a faint expectation of watching jokes.

This is a scooter customized by General Electric for Morgan Manor, which is not available on the market, and normal people often perform embarrassed because they can't master parallelism if they use it for the first time.

"Monkey, just wait for me here. ”

After explaining to Tang Dunhou and the others, Shen Jiannan skillfully adjusted the scooter folded together, turned on the switch, and took the lead in the direction of the manor that could already be seen.

Damon Starda was obviously stunned, a little lost in his heart, and ordered his subordinates to entertain Tang Dunhou and a few people, and had to hurry up. 、

Looking at the mountains and running dead horses, the sea is full of abysses.

Standing at the entrance of the villa, a white manor house obviously looked not far away.

But in fact, the distance is still far away.

Stepping on the electric scooter, the green lawn undulated and slowly retreated, and it took a full twenty minutes to reach the manor.

Damon Studa didn't mean to make things difficult, and along the way, you could see a lot of people dressed as bodyguards, riding the same scooters, patrolling back and forth.

And throughout the manor, there are no cars or other means of transportation in sight.

Soon, a French Renaissance castle-style building became clear, the exterior of Indiana limestone blocks looked heavy, and the black wrought iron gates and the atmosphere of age showed a majestic momentum.

The garden lawn in front of the lodge has a beautiful view, and you can faintly hear the sound of the waves.

The lawn is delicate, the neatly trimmed flowers and trees, and the mountains and rivers are close to the water, which reminds people of a poem: facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming.

It's hard to imagine that this French palazzo-like building is in the United States, but it makes you feel like you're in Versailles.

Someone took the electric scooter that the two had ridden, and Daemon Studa made an inviting gesture and stepped into the iron gate of the estate.

A grand tall dome looms over the garden.

The three-storey building is luxurious, with marble and rare wood imported from Italy, and the roof is inlaid with gold, and there will be exquisite oil paintings on it. The stone pillars of the porch, the red carpet staircase, and the ornate carvings are everywhere. Chandeliers, tapestries, frescoes and statues all have extraordinary origins and great value, and all of them look magnificent.

There are also many flowers and plants in the hall, and you can feel spring all year round.

Shen Jiannan had to admit that compared with a nearly two-hundred-year-old family like Morgan, he seemed to be a bit like a bun.

I really don't know if Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden when she first felt the same as herself.

There are many servants to be seen on the road, and the Morgan family is probably Yan Kong, and most of the servants here are young women, and most of them are beautiful and temperamental.

Maybe it was Shen Jiannan, an oriental face, who appeared here very abruptly, and many people would glance at him curiously, full of inquiry, and his eyes were like looking at an alien.

Still, no one asked.

Only after the past will someone put their heads together, as if chatting about why there is an Oriental here.

It doesn't feel good to be looked at all the time.

Fortunately, Shen Jiannan has become accustomed to this feeling, and following the steps of Damon Starda, he maintains his demeanor and shows a good temperament and cultivation.

Led by Damon Stada, the two arrived at what appeared to be a meeting room.

An old man in a tuxedo, with gray hair, who looked like a housekeeper, walked in and gave Shen Jiannan a simple greeting salute.

"Greetings, distinguished guest. I'm Alan Radcliffe, the housekeeper here. ”

After a pause, Radcliffe added with an apologetic expression, "Mr. Hunter will rest at this time of the day, and I'll go and wake him up." ”

"Oh. That's a hassle Mr. Butler. ”

Soon, Damon Starda and Radcliffe were gone.

A servant brought tea, and Shen Jiannan thanked him and looked at the surrounding environment.

The whole reception room is simple and atmospheric, with several enlarged photo frames hanging on the wall, and the top one is a black and white photo with a beard, which is the founder of the Morgan family, JP Morgan.

As a guest, Shen Jiannan is of course not rude to walk around.

Sipping tea from a teacup, he wondered what Morgan's plan was for meeting him.

Ten minutes passed.

Thirty minutes passed.

The tea had long since run out, but Hunter Spencer Morgan Jr. did not show up.

Do you want to get off the horse?

Shen Jiannan raised his eyebrows, and he couldn't see the main owner for half an hour, it was obvious that he was putting psychological pressure on him.

However, Shen Jiannan was not in a hurry at all.

Now that the Republican Party has been in power for 12 consecutive years, Morgan and his allies are not in a good situation, and they will never really offend themselves before the election results come out.

It's nothing more than wanting to grasp the absolute initiative.

Gradually, the sun sets.

It was getting dark.

The lit glass lamp makes the entire Morgan Manor full of the breath of time.

A sound of footsteps came from outside, and Shen Jiannan turned his head to look at the door, and intuitively felt that the person who should have come had arrived.

"Mr. Shen. I admire your courage to come here alone. ”

Chinese?

Shen Jiannan was obviously stunned.

In the United States in the nineties, no more than later, it can be said that more than half of the people have never heard the word "Huaxia" at all.

And among the rest of the ordinary people, even if they have heard of Huaxia, they only hear about it by hearsay.

For example, Chinese people know martial arts.

There is a giant in Huaxia called Mao.

Aside from diplomats, professional translators, and immigrants, there are very few native Americans who can understand Chinese.

Looking at the old man who stepped into the gate, Shen Jiannan's heart felt a little turbulent.

Information is the secret to wealth, and Morgan has been able to stand tall in the United States for nearly 200 years, which is not easy.

But that's not why he was stunned.

Behind Hunter Spencer Morgan Jr. was a small-looking woman.

A beautiful, pretty, woman with short blonde hair, but with eyes on fire and looking angry.

Avril.

Was this a coincidence or an accident?