Chapter 645: 1 call

The speeding car merged into the bustling street, and it was completely safe now.

After communicating with Sharon for a while, Howard poked his head from the back seat with a smiley face: "Slade, since you know, can you talk to us? What exactly is the plan for?"

"Tell you that you can't solve it. Your level in genetics and medicine is about the same as mine. If you say it, you can't say it."

Su Ming likes to collect information, but he doesn't like to tell others about it. Mysticism is very important.

Howard scratched his head in a hurry, his eyes rolled: "I was almost killed just now. I am a victim. I must know who did it, right?"

"Dr. Xavier did die by homicide, but the one who wanted to kill you and the one who killed him is not the same. Sharon and Charles leave it to me. There is nothing wrong with you here."

Su Ming was smoking a cigarette as he drove the vehicle through the traffic at high speed. When he saw stitches, there was a sound of abuse behind him.

"Uh, how can you tell it's not a group of people?" Howard pulled his hair unhappily.

"The person who killed Dr. Xavier disguised the whole thing as an accident, and even ssr concealed it. This behavior represents a covert action and a professional assassin. You think about the gunman just now. Within a minute Hundreds of bullets were fired at us, and gunshots could be heard in Manhattan. This represents the military style and unscrupulousness."

Su Ming spit out a smoke ring, flicked the soot out of the window, and answered calmly.

"Can't it be the same group of people with two styles?" Although Howard heard the answer, he was still a little puzzled. He grabbed the pillow of the front seat and raised an eyebrow.

"Do you think Nick Fury and the paratroopers can act together? The style is determined by two kinds of people."

After hearing this answer, Howard thought about it, trying to simulate this situation in his mind.

No matter what you think, it is Nick Fury who will throw those big soldiers under the enemy's firepower net, and then escape into the darkness and leave...

He will use them, but he will not act with them.

Howard scratched his beard and sighed: "Well said, but Dr. Xavier was killed inside the base, indicating that nowhere is safe. How can I live without you?"

"So you told me about the location of the ssr headquarters, you are planning to use me as a meat shield?" Su Ming said.

"The meat shield is too ugly, let's think of a way together, think of a way." Howard rubbed his hands, looking embarrassed.

"I heard that you have a business card." Su Ming pouted and motioned Howard to take out the business card holder.

Howard shivered again, and he touched his hair: "I have a 400-square-meter warehouse dedicated to storing all kinds of business cards I received. Which one do you mean?"

"The one in the legend, the one in the New York ghost story, the one under the bed when children hear his name." Su Ming said a series of descriptions.

Howard understood, but he was also caught up in entanglement: "You mean the death knell's business card, it does have it, but... I feel numb all over my body when I see him. No one can reach him over the phone."

"I heard that there are specific steps behind the business card, did you fail to follow it?"

"You are too well informed, right? Yes, but the steps are too weird to follow."

Howard shook his head and refused. He watched the cars outside the window warily, and the owners of those cars were paying attention to the high-end car with all broken glass.

"Don't you know if you try it? Or do you plan to go home and write a suicide note? You are here."

Regardless of Howard who was in entanglement, Su Ming threw him at the door of the Stark Group building, and then left with Charles and his son.

Howard stood on the side of the road, feeling the cold wind blowing, his hair burrowing out of the bullet holes in his hat, like grass in a rock.

He shuddered and hurried back to the company.

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Not long after, a car drove out of the basement of the Stark Building, and a mysterious person sat in the driver's seat, with sunglasses completely covering his face.

The car slowly merged into the traffic and drove towards the vicinity of the park.

Central Park is still the same. After the lake freezes in winter, many people skate here, but today is not a day off, so there are not too many people.

The mysterious man stopped by the road. He pulled the collar of the windbreaker and walked to the public phone on the roadside.

He put a few 25-cent coins into the phone and picked up the receiver. With the sound of the clockwork twisting, the dial was fixed on each number.

"Deep toot...Hello, smiley face fast food ordering phone." The nice female voice from the other side of the receiver, but the speed of speaking was very fast, and she seemed very impatient.

The man in the trench coat shrank with the microphone, looked out through the transparency of the public phone booth, and whispered, "I want to kill."

"Wrong number, goodbye." The opposite said very simply.

"I'm sick."

"Do you have medicine?"

But it is very strange that the other party did not mean to hang up, as if waiting for something.

The windbreaker turned over the business card in his hand, what's next? Oh, it's this... Take off your clothes and sing Little Star while dancing.

The corners of his mouth twitched, but he did what was written on the business card, untied his tie, and held the microphone with his free hand.

"Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder where you are......"

The cold wind from the gap in the phone booth made him get goose bumps all over his body, but he still took off all his clothes resolutely, only a pair of sunglasses were left. The low temperature made his nose stick to his mustache, but he still jumped. Dancing like a hula.

The phone booth is not a completely enclosed space, and the designated phone booth is located on the side of the road with people coming and going, and it quickly attracted a lot of people to watch.

"Tsk tusk, a pervert, who will call the police?"

"He occupied the phone booth and couldn't call the police."

"He looks familiar, has he seen it somewhere?"

"The **** is quite round."

Some people started pointing outside, and they also discussed the size of a certain part of the naked man, while some people with children hurriedly covered their eyes and left.

A line of tears flowed under the sunglasses. He lost something important. In this cold winter, in the days approaching Christmas, he felt like a little match girl, feeling the heat of the world.

But this is the end of the matter, and there is no way to look back.

He finished singing the last line of lyrics, and clung to the microphone: "I want chocolate mayonnaise."

"Delivery address, 153 Queen Street, Queens, on time at 8 o'clock tonight, alone."

The other party's voice became cold and quickly said a bunch of words, this is the address of the transaction, and then the phone was hung up.

The naked man hung up the phone and began to put on clothes desperately, then he opened the door of the phone booth and ran to the car with his face covered.

The police have not come yet, but the reporters have arrived, especially the Clarion Daily, whose paparazzi runs faster than real dogs.

"Sir! Can you talk about your reasons for striptease in the phone booth?"

"Sir, are you calling for equality between the sexes?"

"Wait, sir, are you speaking out for people of color? Or are you dissatisfied with the president and held a spontaneous demonstration?"

The reporters chased him so hard that he didn't dare to turn his head at all. He covered his face and jumped into the car. What does it have to do with people of color when taking off his clothes and calling?

The flashing lights behind him became one piece, and he had decided to sink the car to the bottom of the sea and he couldn't ask for it.

Starting the car, he rushed towards the suburbs, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

The reporters glanced at each other and nodded insignificantly. The task of separating the client from the crowd of onlookers was completed and it was time to evacuate.

...............

"Mrs. Sharon, you and Charles have been living in the college this time, and I will find someone to help you ask for leave from SSR."

Su Ming opened a door and welcomed the mother and son into a vacant dormitory with a smile.

Now the college is almost full, but Su Ming still left a building that he thought was needed, this is the building on the edge of the school next to the marshland.

Only in this winter, Charles has no chance to see the crocodile.

The decoration boxes in this dormitory building are no different from other dormitories. On the first floor is a common room with sofas and a TV. Various bags of food are placed on the coffee table. The cupboard slows down Wilson's drinks.

There are beautiful carpets on the ground, and the windows are very bright. You can see the snow piled on the window mullions, pressing some dark lines.

Sharon sat on the sofa, covering her face, and slowly ran through her hair with her fingers like a comb. She didn't know what happened today, and everything seemed to be in chaos since her husband's accident.

Charles visited a few rooms, pantry, kitchenette and other places curiously. He went in and walked around.

Su Ming touched his head: "How is it? Are you still satisfied?"

"The environment is very good. When will Captain America come?" Charles sniffed. He seemed to have some cold.

"He is not in the U.S. I can't say exactly when he will come back, but you can rest assured. The security force here is absolutely reliable."

Su Ming put him on the sofa, made two cups of instant coffee, and turned on the TV to show them.

Don't let him get in touch with some people in the academy~www.NovelMTL.com~Some people here know many secrets.

Charles' attention was quickly drawn away by the cartoons on the TV. Although he looked like a mature man, he was actually just a child.

The programs on TV will not be read, nor will the follow-up development be guessed, which is very interesting.

Sharon touched his head and looked at Su Ming gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Wilson, I don't know how to thank you for your kindness."

"You're welcome, Howard's friends are my friends. You can use everything in this building, but it's better not to leave here."

Su Ming responded with a smile, then closed the door and left.

If it weren't for Charles, and there were loopholes in repairing time, Su Ming wouldn't do anything to "make friends".

But let this stupid woman continue to be stupid. Her husband died because of being involved in the darkness. The more ignorant she is, the better, at least until Charles grows up to die.

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