After tossing and turning, Zhao Kun became sleepless, and even a little hungry.

After a lot of tossing, you always need to replenish a little energy. In this world, the most powerful master also has to follow the law of conservation of energy, whether it is the consumption of spiritual energy or material energy, in short, he needs to add something, to nourish his mind or to eat to replenish energy.

But the problem is that he can't sleep, and it is more than eleven o'clock in the middle of the night. If you are too lazy to cook for yourself, you can only find a fast-food restaurant that is open 24 hours a day.

Reaching out and touching the stomach that felt empty inside, Zhao Kun decided not to treat himself badly. Stretching out his hand to wipe his face, his face had changed to the appearance of Zhao Shuo. After thinking about it, Zhao Kun took out a wallet from the bedside table, which contained a credit card named 'Zhao Shuo' and ten green Franklins.

After dressing up, Zhao Kun gently closed the bedroom door, and then focused his thoughts on the silver key imprint in his mind.

The silver key flashed. Zhao Kun took a step forward and grabbed the doorknob.

The flickering key instantly turned into a three-dimensional image of the Earth, appearing in his mind.

The Chinese above is detailed and tiny, constantly changing with the choice of ideas.

On this map, there are exactly five locations that glow yellow - the ones he marked with the Silver Key's spatial teleportation ability.

As for now...... His mind quickly pointed to the location of North America, where there was a flickering yellow dot.

New York, the center of the post-war world, the heart of the United States and the whole of humanity -- whether people like it or not, this is the city with the most capital, the country with the most capital to make mistakes, whether people like it or not. And, there's Wall Street here.

The Silver Key's teleportation ability in this world requires twenty-four hours of charging, but can be accumulated up to seven times. Now Zhao Kun's key is full of teleportations, so it is completely acceptable to take out a good meal for himself in New York at lunchtime.

Having selected the target, the door in front of Zhao Kun's eyes flickered, and then stabilized.

He licked his lips, stepped out of his left foot, and walked out the door.

The bright colors that flashed in front of me once again have become a constant stream of people and cars, all kinds of billboards, and high-rise buildings everywhere.

Behind him was a rather dilapidated door.

In front of you, there is a crossroads and a road sign in English, which reads: Sixth Avenue.

Times Square, or Times Square in New York, is exactly the destination that Zhao Kun has marked a long time ago.

Of course, this legendary square has no shadow of the square at all, except for the billboards competing for size, the most spacious place is the intersection of the road.

However, Zhao Kun is accustomed to the scenery here. After all, he comes here every few days to take a spin. By comparison, it took him less time to get to New York from a random door than to any of Jiangning's business districts.

And a huge amount of credit cards, and ten American knives in his wallet that are ready as tips, are all his dependence.

After all, the rich are the masters.

In addition, Zhao Kun, who has been exercising for nearly ten years and has truly cultivated his internal strength, is also quite confident in his body. If you encounter a thug who doesn't hold a gun, you can kill him in an instant. When it comes to people with guns, his ninety-two can also teach them how to behave - provided that the opponent is not armed with automatic firepower such as Kalashnikov.

In fact, when he was just beaten by Yin Ji, he hoped to have a chance to play. Abusing vegetables after being hung and beaten has always been the only way to regulate your mood.

It's a pity that Zhao Kun followed the direction of the flow of people and walked all the way to the restaurant he frequented, and did not meet the gank he hoped for.

In New York at lunchtime, if he wants to eat something, but he doesn't know what to eat, Zhao Kun often comes to this restaurant. There's a mix of American and French flavors, and importantly, the menu changes daily. It just meets the needs of a man with a phobia of choice - it's like manually selecting a random hero when he doesn't know what hero to choose.

What's even more advantageous is that it doesn't require a reservation. Zhao Kun doesn't care about the price - in this world, he has a way to get money, and he pays more attention to the deliciousness and convenience of food. It also means he won't try his luck at restaurants that require reservations two months in advance. Because it is definitely beyond the scope of normal people's ability, even martial arts masters can't accomplish it, and to succeed, it has to be a European admiral.

In contrast, a regular New York store that does not require a reservation is definitely a better choice. Even though it's only open five days a week, six to eight hours a day, it's not always ready to host a limited number of customers, and reputation is more important than quantity.

It didn't take long for Zhao Kun to get the steak he wanted, as well as the delicious but not so healthy roast goose, hot chocolate cake, and caramel ice cream dessert. Although it is not suitable for gentlemen and ladies who want to stay in shape, it can provide a lot of calories, which is just right for him.

Satisfied with wiping his mouth, he began to drink water, and was not in a hurry to leave.

Anyway, it was still early in the morning in Jiangning at this time, and he couldn't sleep when he went back, so it was better to enjoy the sunshine on the other side of the world. Zhao Shuo's identity is complete with all kinds of information, he can take a stroll in New York City, consume Jiang Ning's evening time comfortably, and enjoy the endless sunshine, which is extremely comfortable.

Drinking water, Zhao Kun squinted his eyes, swept over the ladies and gentlemen in the restaurant, and looked at the street outside through the glass.

This feeling lasted for a minute and forty-three seconds.

Then Zhao Kun's eyes were nailed to a building.

There was a sign hanging on the building, although it was far away, but under Zhao Kun's left eye, he could still see it clearly.

SpecialContainmentProceduresFoundation。

At the entrance of the building, there is also a billboard that reads Secure, Contain, Protect.

Zhao Kun gasped. If these people are considered bosses in the eyes of the investigators, then the Foundation over there is almost an NPC and a friendly army that issues tasks.

He waved his hand, summoned a waiter, and asked in a low voice, "Why did the SCP Foundation move its branch to Sixth Avenue after not coming to New York for a few days?" ”

As he spoke, two $20 green bills were handed out.

The messenger quickly pocketed it and whispered, "Are you talking about the building across the corner?" It wasn't a branch of SCP, and it was said that they bought the entire building and moved their headquarters over. ”

Zhao Kun nodded, scolding secretly in his heart, but on the surface, he was silent, just beckoning the waiter to pay.

-- New York, I probably can't stay anymore.