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Dane En quickly tapped on the keyboard with both hands, what nuclear fission reactor, collected electromagnetic panels, and so on. (Please search, or enter directly to see the latest chapter) followed by the name and function of each part, including the energy calculation formula.

Time was passing quietly, and it took about an hour or so for Dane to raise his head.

"It's real, and it's not just a weapon to destroy satellites. It is a nuclear bomb suspended in space, it has no nuclear radiation, but it is more powerful than a nuclear bomb. ”

"What's more powerful than a nuclear bomb?" The madman carried a gun, pushed open the door and walked in.

Dainen ignored him, looked at the computer screen and continued: "This thing has a nuclear fission reactor, which can collect solar particles, plus electromagnetism, in the event of a war, it can be guided by the ground and can attack any target on the ground." The stream of high-energy particles produced by the explosion is capable of destroying a planet 2,000 kilometers in size. What's even more terrifying is that no country has the ability to warn and intercept this thing. ”

"Smack" Yang Luo snapped his fingers, "Dai Enen put away the things, Nangong Feng hurry up and ask someone to bring the dinner, eat well and rest." ”

It didn't take long for the waiter to bring the dinner, and after eating, Yang Luo wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then stretched.

"Tonight was a wonderful night."

In Old Town San Francisco, an extended Rolls-Royce car pulled up at the mouth of that gloomy alley. Out of the car was a black man more than two meters tall, wearing a crisp black suit. After getting out of the car, he stood respectfully by the door.

Immediately after that, a short and stocky middle-aged man with a white top hat on his head, a white suit, snow-white silk gloves on his hands, a crutch in his hand, and a little disabled left foot, limped into the alley, and the tall black man followed closely behind him.

The middle-aged man's face instantly became gloomy when he saw the corpse lying on the ground, and 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 already told you about it on the phone just now, so there's no need to repeat it." After speaking, one of his subordinates next to him took a suitcase in his hand, "I have received the goods, this is 20 million, you can check it." ”

Spears stared at Kane with cold eyes, and didn't reach for it.

Kane's voice suddenly became cold: "Mr. Spears, since I called you instead of taking the goods away, this proves that it has nothing to do with us. And I've always believed in making money with harmony, and there's no need to make everyone unhappy for a mere 20 million. ”

Spears' face softened a little, and he slowly turned around and nodded at the black man.

The black man took the suitcase in Kane's hand, then opened it and looked, "Boss! No problem. ”

Spears said, "Let's go back." ”

Kane looked at Spears' back and sneered: "This old guy, if he can't find those Chinese, if he does, those Chinese will definitely send him to see Jos." ”

Spears got into the car, and in the driver's seat, it was a black man dressed like a black bodyguard. Seeing Spears get into the car, he started the car and walked away.

Spears sat in the car, his eyes closed and not knowing what he was thinking, his hand clenching the crutch was bruised, and it took a long time for him to open his eyes, and his eyes flashed with terrifying murderous intent.

"Find that prostitute named Sophia, she must be with those Chinese."

"Yes! Boss. The black man respectfully agreed.

In a three-story luxury villa in a wealthy neighborhood north of San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge, a naked young man is struggling on top of a woman whose moaning and gasping can make any normal man go crazy.

"Jingle ......"

A hurried phone rang, and the young man cursed fiercely: "Shit! However, instead of getting up, he moved faster, and with the constant ringing of the phone, the young man roared like a beast in his throat, and suddenly straightened his lower body. The woman's upper body rose violently, her legs tightly wrapped around the young man's waist, and her mouth screamed like pleasure and pain.

The young man exhaled and raised his head, only then did he see his face, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a large scar on his face that stretched from the corner of his right eye to his chin, and pale blue eyes that proved his pure European origin.

Stood up and walked to the phone, picking up the phone that was still ringing: "Hey! ”

I don't know what was said on the phone, but the young man snapped and threw the phone on the ground.

The woman came naked and wrapped her arms around the young man like a snake: "Honey, what's the matter?" ”

A red glint flashed in the young man's eyes, and he pushed the woman away roughly: "You'd better not ask about me." ”

The woman fell to the ground, anger flashed on her face, and then she changed her smiling face, slowly got up, and said with a smile: "Okay, good! I won't ask in the future, but you can't treat me so roughly. ”

The young man snorted coldly, quickly put on his clothes and walked outside.

The woman walked over to the floor and watched the young man get into a silver Ferrari and speed away.

The woman found her phone and dialed the number, "Wilson is out, as if something has happened, follow him." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

In the secret research room of the Freemasons, Wilson saw a terrifying murderous aura rising from Andrew's charred-burned corpse.

"When did it appear?"

A black man in a black trench coat and sunglasses said, "Half an hour ago. After speaking, he pointed to the corpse's chest, "I don't know what kind of weapon it is, it has so much power, even we can't resist it." ”

Wilson crouched down and examined it, "Did you inform the president?" ”

"Noticed, his old man seems to be very angry."

Wilson stood up, "The only one who can hurt us and kill us is the Skull and Bones Society. And Davis defected, and it is likely that he will be bribed by them. ”

The black man nodded: "The president told us to put this matter down first, and we must find Davis as much as possible." ”

Wilson snorted coldly, turned around and walked out: "Andrew's revenge must be avenged." ”

Chinatown, located at the southern end of Grant Street in San Francisco, has a green tiled gate with several vivid dragons hovering over it. Grant Street is the main street in the community, densely packed with shops, restaurants, and colorful facades that attract tourists and citizens alike.

The Chinese Cultural Center hosts a variety of exhibitions of Chinese Americans, as well as a Chinatown History Tour and a Chinatown Food Tour. The Chinese Historical Club tells the story of Chinatown and the difficult years of Chinese people in the United States, and various documents testify to the Chinese community's contribution to San Francisco's history. The most interesting neighborhood in Chinatown is Waverly Place. Many of the buildings here were donated by Chinese charities. Ross Lane is a typical example of the narrow alleys hidden deep in the block, and the smell of desserts wafts from the alley from time to time.

And in the depths of Ross Lane, there is a very famous bar, the Chinese Dragon. Almost all visitors to San Francisco, including Americans and Chinese, love 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 Chinese mainland, singing with a strong local flavor of China, which makes many gringos who do not understand Chinese culture intoxicated.

The third is that the bartender here, the owner of the Chinese Dragon Bar, is a very beautiful Chinese woman who came to San Francisco with her parents at the age of 16 to work hard, and has been opening this bar here at the age of 19 for 20 years.

The wine she mixes is unforgettable, so countless people come for her wine.

Among them was the head of the U.S. Security Agency, Alferred, who was a regular visitor to the area, but no one knew his identity.

Wilson walked into the bar and saw Alferred sitting on a high chair at the front of the bar.

Wilson walked over, and Alfered smiled 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, her face is still beautiful and beautiful, wearing a traditional Chinese cheongsam, which is even more graceful.

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: "Miss Alice's wine is still so mellow and fragrant. ”

Alfered shook the wine glass in his hand: "Not bad! Alice is definitely the best bartender in this world. ”

The two stopped talking, and after more than ten minutes, Alfered put down his glass: "I should go, I'll come back tomorrow." ”

Wilson smiled, didn't move, asked for another cocktail, and waited for him to finish drinking before standing up, looking at Zhang Qianyi's chest unscrupulously.

"Miss Alice, I don't know if we will have time tomorrow to have lunch together."

Zhang Qianyi shook her head and politely refused: "I'm sorry Mr. Wilson, I want to accompany my husband and children." ”

Wilson shrugged: "Every time it's like this, can't you change the reason?" ”

Zhang Qianyi smiled slightly: "This is not a reason, they need my company." ”

"Alright! It's an honor for your husband to marry you. After speaking, without waiting for Zhang Qianyi to speak, she turned around and walked out, got into the car and went straight to Bush Avenue at the entrance of Chinatown.

Alfred sat in the car, cigar in his mouth, and saw Wilson's car rushing towards him in the rearview mirror, followed by a screeching sound of brakes.

Wilson got out of the car and got into Alfred's car, "Andrew is dead. ”

Alfred shook his body and took the cigar off his mouth: "How did you die?" ”

Wilson said in a gloomy tone: "It seems to be a shot, and then it was burned into black charcoal." ”

Alfred frowned, "Who can kill Andrew." ”

"Humph! Except for the skeletons who have this ability. ”

"You're not looking for me just for this."

Wilson nodded: "Davis defected, he stole the research materials of the nuclear pulse bomb, and it is likely that the Skeleton Society bought him to find him." ”

Alfred threw the cigarette out of the car: "Wait for my news." ”

Wilson got out of the car and didn't get into his car until Alfred's car disappeared from sight.

Yang Luo lay on the bed and took out the phone to call Feng Kun.

"Is there any news of that traitor?"

"Nope! It was as if the guy had disappeared in San Francisco. ”

Yang Luo knocked his forehead and pondered for a long time before saying, "The person who informed us that I want to see him." ”

"Zhang Qianyi, the owner of the Chinese Dragon Bar, is in Ross Lane, Chinatown."

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