"James."

"Mark."

"So...... On the way to save the world. ”

"I'm thinking about going fishing in the sea in August, are you interested?"

Mark pulled open the passenger door and sat down and smiled, "Of course, remember to notify me at the right time." ”

James laughed as well and started the car.

The car engine roars.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into the brightest light in the darkness and burst towards the Grand Theater in Bergen, near the seaport......

Half an hour later.

James parked his vehicle off a street directly across from the Grand Theater.

At this time, the Grand Theater of Arts is brightly lit.

Gentlemen and ladies from all over the world have begun to walk the red carpet.

The spotlight is flickering.

It's like a big show is about to begin.

Click.

James pulled the handbrake of the car and looked at Ma who was sitting in the passenger seat with his eyes closed with a serious face.

Half ringing.

"James, you should know that I have little interest in the same sex."

“…… There are a lot of bad guys in the world, but why do you work with such bad guys? ”

"You have a language problem in this sentence, what do you call us? I'm from the FBI, and I'm working with Dominic Green with the CIA, don't integrate me with those melons, I'm ashamed. ”

"So Dominica really cooperates with the CIA?"

"We are friends, I never hide anything from friends, yes, the CIA does work with Dominic Green, but my target this time is not Dominica, you can rest assured, I will not rob you."

“…… Who are you targeting? ”

"A criminal on the run."

"It's not a name."

Mark laughed and stretched his waist, glanced at the gentlemen and ladies who entered the arena one after another, and said to James: "This is the FBI case, if you want to know, I would be happy to dig into the corner of Mrs. M." ”

As the most successful Ling Lingqi.

It's not been a day or two that Mark wants to dig up Bond, otherwise why would he always deliberately owe favors to James?

James was silent for a moment.

Then he put down the handbrake and started the car, and slowly drove towards the Grand Art Theater, which was only one street away.

Mark also unleashed his mental power and shrouded all sides of the Theater.

The next second.

The sound of words and music is in the ears.

Men, women, and children as seen with their own eyes.

Not much.

Relying on such cheating, Mark instantly located Dominic Green, who looked like a Nepalese monkey, in a private room in the opera house.

One person occupies such a large private room?

Do you show that you have a lot of money?

Mark has a deep grudge.

The car stopped at the red carpet entrance.

A smiling attendant opens the co-pilot's door.

Mark, who was wearing glasses, tightened the buttons on his body and walked straight towards the inside of the Grand Theater.

When I was in the theater hall.

Mark and James looked at each other, and then James calmly walked towards the staff passage.

As for Mark?

Mark never plays by the usual routine.

After reassuring Dominic Green's position, Mark walked straight to the second-floor passage, which was guarded by a dozen big men.

"Stop."

"No ...... on the second floor"

The two guards guarding the passage on the second floor looked at Mark's direct cold voice.

But......

With a flash of scarlet light in Mark's eyes.

The two security guards moved out of the way to the left and right.

The other security guards were suspicious at the moment when they were ready to call.

"Hey!"

Mark's voice caught the eyes of the other security.

The next second.

Mark ascended the steps of the second floor without hindrance in the eyes of the guards as if they were masters.

Not much.

Boom!

Dominic, who was waiting in the private room for a Quantum Group voting meeting, was startled when he heard the door open.

Before Dominic could make a move.

The two or three security guards in the room completely changed the lineup.

"A cup of Bourbon."

“…… Be. ”

After talking to a security guard who had reformed his ways, Mark sat down next to Dominic.

Donic looked at Mark in disbelief.

Mark softened for a moment, then stretched out his right hand to Donic Green and smiled, "Clark Kent." ”

Donimic glanced down at the right hand that Mark had handed over, and after thinking for a moment, he reached out and held it.

Donimicke looked at Mark and said, "Mr. Kent is a mutant?" ”

Mark smiled: "It's not surprising, if I wasn't a mutant, how could Dominic's security change the lineup in an instant." ”

Doni Mick smiled reluctantly, staring at the security he had brought with an ugly face, and respectfully handed a glass of Bourbon to Mark.

Mark took a sip of Bourbon before saying, "I have to say that Mr. Green is hard to find." ”

"Mr. Kent is looking for me?"

"Yes." Mark put Bourbon aside and looked at Donimik, the Nepalese monkey, and smiled, "Introduce me again, Clark Kent, a native of Texan, and a very competent criminal middleman." ”

Donimic did not speak.

Mark laughed and sat down again and said without mind: "You can check it first, after all, let the buyer buy at ease, and the seller can sell comfortably, which is the meaning of the existence of our middlemen." ”

Donimic said, "I don't have anything to sell." ”

Mark smiled and said: "Mr. Green, I am a professional middleman, believe me, since the buyer has placed an order, for my commission, I will facilitate every transaction, but at the moment Mr. Green is sure that he does not need to verify my identity?" ”

Donimic was silent for a moment.

Forthwith.

Donimic got up, and after seeing that Mark didn't do anything else, he walked straight to the corner and pulled out his phone.

There is a 369 rule in the dark world.

This means that as long as you are a person in the dark world, even if you have never met each other, you will know at least three or more mutual friends.

Not much.

After Doni Mick hung up the phone, he looked at Mark sitting on the sofa with a complicated expression.

This is a real fierce man.

Even if Donic is mixed up in South America, he is also the kind of Daimyo who is like thunder.

And what about this Clark Kent?

This is the first person in history to sell counterfeit goods to gold and still be alive and well......

Donimick coughed and sat down again, saying, "Hasn't Mr. Kent always been in the United States?" How did you ...... this time?"

Mark sighed: "No way, the industry has not been in a good mood recently, so you can't pick and choose from the list or anything, and you always need income to support your family." ”

"What is there on my side that Mr. Kent's buyers value?"

"Obadiah Stan."

“……”