Chapter 1191 Sig Sauer P226 (second update)
This matter was confirmed by the SEALs who infiltrated Latvinia, the senators of Hydra obtained the relevant information, the assassins who changed their identities and returned to the United States obtained the samples, and finally the samples were compared at the Biogenetic Engineering Laboratory of the Immortal City. , and concluded that this was the U.S. military’s unknown number of super-soldier experiments. Researchers at the Genetic Engineering Laboratory found genetic fragments of Steve Rogers on the bodies of samples and Navy SEALs. The U.S. military is still trying to find the active ingredient for super soldiers, and the only sample in the world is Steve Rogers. Rogers' serum (those extracted by S.H.I.E.L.D.), and because the military contracting projects commissioned by the Department of Defense are all private enterprises, some drugs that imitate the active ingredients of the super soldier serum were submitted to the Pentagon, and then the Pentagon Tested on soldiers.
Of course, they thought that the medical staff injected themselves with necessary vitamins such as vitamin B12.
"What's worse is that I think they have Hulk's biological samples. Now they are hiding them in order to make money and pursue stability. I can guess what will happen in the future with my toes." Salomon sighed, "All plutocrats will be unable to restrain their desire to make money, so they will set up many investment departments. It is not the real estate developers who really feed the Irish gangs and provide them with protection. The real estate developers are just tools for that company to invest in real estate and make money."
"Where did you get this information?"
"Ownership structure table. Don't be so surprised. You still have a lot to learn, including those little tricks with money." Salomon handed the telescope to Lorna Dane, and then took it from her hand without any explanation. He stuffed the ice cream cone into his mouth. "I have marked the target with a telescope, and you can find it by pressing the nota button. After Frank Cassel's operation begins, the target will receive a call and leave the building...see the black car parked on the roadside. Is there a car? That's the FBI. When the target leaves with his bodyguards, the FBI will follow him all the way. We must find a chance to get rid of them."
"How to do it?"
"It's simple." Salomon waved to a homeless man. Although Midtown is one of the most prosperous places in Manhattan, homeless people are still indispensable here. They carry stuffed shopping bags and sit in front of bright windows, or build nests under any building that can protect them from wind and rain. There are mountains of orange needles under the rain grate. "A hallucinogenic substance was very popular in the hippie movement of the last century. Its scientific name is lysergic acid diethylamide. Almost all the homeless people you saw experienced that period. Although this substance is no longer popular, As a substance that activates synaptic receptors, once you use it, you can never quit it..." He said to the confused homeless man, "Dude, do you want something interesting? Don't be so nervous, I'm not a cop. I just want to make a deal with you that you’ll like.”
Few people can say no to a Benjamin Franklin ($100).
The homeless man took the money and brought the man to Salomon. The man took a Benjamin Franklin. In less than twenty minutes, Salomon and the homeless man in Midtown were involved in the drug trafficking network. After getting online, some people even wanted to sell syringes. Although these people=tramps are just low-level consumers, their source of goods is the target that Salomon pointed out to little Lorna not long ago. After several introductions, Salomon’s hand was still sitting on the bench. I got a syringe of yellow oily liquid lysergic acid diethylamide that had not yet been stained on the blotting paper.
Then he separated two drops from the small tube of liquid and put them in test tubes, and handed them to two homeless people waiting aside. Then he took out a few bills and pointed to the hot dog stand on the street. He promised that it would be done. The remaining medicines were then given to them, so the homeless man was more than happy to oblige. "Even FBI agents will make some omissions when performing surveillance tasks. For example, when buying food nearby, mobile food stalls such as hot dog trucks and hamburger trucks are the first choice. After all, they do not have time to eat in restaurants. Or waiting in line to buy food." Salomon said, "Another effect of this drug is to incapacitate them. After taking it, it is impossible for them to drive and follow."
“What is a safe dose of this substance?”
"There is no such thing as a safe dose, Lorna. Lysergic acid diethylamide will remain in the brain and is difficult to metabolize. It will continue to stimulate dopamine receptors. Even if you don't take it, you will suddenly fall into a state of excitement after taking the drug and produce hallucinations." Salomon used Glancing at little Lorna from the corner of his eye, he knew without guessing what this little guy was thinking, so he deliberately increased the threat in his tone to prevent this punk girl, whose style was becoming more and more rebellious, from causing any trouble. "Many of these homeless people you see have been fed the ideas of Timothy Leary, who have been on drugs for a long time, and when they lose their drugs they go into depression because the synaptic receptors in their brains have been completely burned out. It is basically impossible for such people to engage in any productive activities, let alone feel happiness, and can only spend their entire lives in depression.”
"Okay, I get it." Little Lorna shrugged. If an adult such as a teacher in school lectured her, she might frown and walk away impatiently, but when Salomon preached, she could still accept it. "I won't touch this thing, I promise," she said. "How long are we going to wait here?"
"We'll wait here. If you read the target profile I gave you carefully, you'll know that in ten minutes the FBI agents will be picking up food from the food truck over there, and it will be at least ten minutes before the drugs start to take effect. Then we just have to wait for the explosion to go off."
Salomon looked toward Hell's Kitchen, which was adjacent to Midtown, and waited quietly for the mortar shell to explode.
Hell's Kitchen, also known as the Clinton District, has always been a working-class or even poor-class Irish-American community. However, as the development pressure of Midtown began to spread to the surrounding areas, the housing prices in Midtown also began to rise. New York City on Eighth Avenue to the east Areas such as the Inn, the Manhattan Center complex, the New Zealand Airport Authority Passenger Terminal, and Club 54 are no longer different from high-end communities. The poor Irish workers who originally lived here had to move again, and the gap between the rich and the poor in the community widened again. Created a lot of gangsters.
When the explosion came, Salomon pulled up little Lorna who was still eating a burger from the food truck.
"The operation has begun." He put a SIG P226 tactical pistol into the girl's hand, and then led her towards the company building across the street. He asked Lorna to carefully hide the silenced pistol in her coat and never take it out unless necessary. The weapon he used was also the same pistol equipped with a silencer, which was hidden under his coat. It would have been impossible to detect that he was carrying a firearm without a close inspection. "Once we have interrogated this unfortunate guy, we will go to Hell's Kitchen." He lowered his head and said to the girl, "The battle there will be more exciting."
"Why don't you use magic to solve the problem? Didn't you use teleportation magic?"
"That's technology, not magic. Now it's a problem in the material universe that cannot be solved by magic." Salomon and little Lorna stood behind the FBI's black car, took out their pistols, opened the safety and loaded the gun. The target and the bodyguard had already walked out of the company gate, and were no more than ten meters away from the FBI vehicle.
"You steal the car, and I'll solve the problem." As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned out and fired a shot at the bodyguard. The body blocked the target from getting into the car. The opponent's counterattack was very fast, but Salomon strode forward and continued shooting as if he was not worried about bullets. The bullets fired by the opponent sliced feebly in front of him, and Salomon did not need cover. "Twenty seconds! We must escape from the scene as quickly as possible!"
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