Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Chapter 60 Tony: I Never Give Money
"This man's name is Wilson Hampton, a native of Texas, who came to Monaco ten years ago and opened a seaside restaurant.
After investigation, he has no criminal record, and has not had contact with any special person during this period. "

In other words, the person is clean.

But the more this happens, the more it proves that there is something wrong with this person.

Hill finished speaking and looked at Axel.

The Continental Hotel's intelligence system is unique, and she also wants to know what special information the other party can come up with.

Axel stretched his clothes, trying not to embarrass the high table, he walked to the stage, took out a tablet and connected it to the projector, and released two pictures.

"Memoirs" exclusive to Hotel Continental.

"Everyone, I won't talk about the basic information. Everyone found the same; the above two documents were obtained from our intelligence personnel.

This Wilson's life is very irregular. Opening stores, closing stores, buying goods, shopping, all depends on his mood.

But every Sunday night at 8 o'clock, he will definitely go to the red light district of the port to find...well, to vent, rain or shine. "

There were many ladies present, and Axel spoke in an elegant way of speaking the essence of the ancient profession.

Hill and the other ladies subconsciously turned their heads and looked at Tony who was sitting at the back playing with his mobile phone.

Qian Zhannu is here, who can compete with her.

Tony felt the gaze, raised his head proudly, and said sternly:

"I never give money."

Crowd: ...

The man present did not speak, but he couldn't hide the envy in his eyes.

"Cough cough."

Axel quickly returned to the topic: "Due to time constraints, we can only find so much. Regarding the mysterious item in his hand, we still don't know the origin."

The High Table is willing to help. Apart from building a good relationship with Lak, it might not be the idea of ​​getting the mysterious item in Wilson's hand.

It's just that in the current situation, even if you find it, you may not be able to get it... Axel returned to his seat and glanced at the silent combat team across the way.

Hill nodded slightly. They really didn't find out the details of looking for the lady. Besides, the chief of the coffee cup has not responded yet.

She projected a topographic map of No. 15 Aisar Street on the wall, formed a circle along the periphery, and began to issue tasks:
"Because it's not clear whether Wilson still has a living mysterious item, so to be on the safe side, we have to attack quickly this time, trying not to give him a chance to react,
"Axel, you pretend to be tourists and stare at the street entrance to find out what's going on inside.

Natasha, after confirming that there is no problem, you lead the team to rush in as quickly as possible, trying to save lives. "

After finishing speaking, Hill glanced over sharply, paused on Axel for a moment, and asked sharply:
"Do you understand everything?"

"Understood!" XN
"set off!"

A group of people rumbled out of the command room, ready to go.

In order to unify the dispatch, they need to replace the communication device of SHIELD.

Dozens of display screens on the wall were lit up one by one, and Hill and several intelligence personnel began to work.

After everyone went out, Lak was still sitting in his seat, playing with his mobile phone carelessly.

Tony pushed him and asked, "Isn't it faster for the two of us to put on the armor to catch people, why do we call them, the movement is slow, and the efficiency is low."

Lark asked back, "Otherwise, what would I do raising them?"

"If you have to do everything yourself, then what kind of billionaire am I?"

It seems... that's the truth.

Tony nodded deeply. Except for the laboratory and women, he could command others to do other things, and he would never do it himself.

However, this is also the first time that his subordinates have dealt with mysterious incidents alone, and Lark can't really ignore it.

Rucker got up and left the command room, took out the suitcase from the room, and threw it over to Haytham, telling him to pay attention to safety.

Then he returned to the command room and sat in front of the big screen.

……

boom!
Haytham took the suitcase, the metal surface was obviously extremely cold, but at this moment his heart was warm.

He solemnly put the box by his feet, stretched out his hand and patted the roof of the car:
"set off!"

The vehicle started immediately, and a dozen SUVs and two buses left the hotel one by one.

After going down the mountain, it was broken into pieces and headed in different directions towards the Damine district of Monaco.

There is an abandoned warehouse outside Aisar Street, which serves as a temporary assembly point.

The start of F1 is approaching, and there are many pedestrians and vehicles on the street. By the time everyone arrives at the target location, it is already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Stop the car, and everyone divides into two groups according to the plan; Axel takes people to Aisal Street to find out the situation; Natasha waits for news and will be dispatched at any time.

This is a street built in the last century. The highest building is only six floors, with shops on the bottom and accommodation on the upper floor.

Off-white marble with rough texture makes them look like a low-profile version of ancient Greece.

At a glance, almost all the balconies facing the street are planted with green plants, and the breeze blows and makes a rustling sound.

Hailsen was in a suit and leather shoes, with a suitcase in his left hand and a card in his right hand. His eyes scanned the street numbers of the shops one by one, and he kept chanting, looking anxiously as if he was looking for something.

"No. 8, No. 9, No. 10... No. 20, No. 21 of Aisal Street, Shet, how could there be none?" Hailsen cursed angrily, as if he couldn't believe it.

He came all the way, and his strange behavior has long attracted the attention of shop owners. An old man with gray hair asked:
"Sir, may I ask what you are looking for, I know the surroundings quite well, if you don't mind, I can help you take a look."

Haytham turned his head "swish" and shouted loudly: "Oh, God, you are my savior."

All of a sudden, everyone around turned their heads to look at him. Taking this opportunity, a few more figures inadvertently appeared in the crowd.

Hailsen said as he walked, "The tourists are so crazy now, they have snatched up all the hotel rooms. I worked so hard and finally found a homestay on the Internet, but I can't find his location. If you can help me point Lu, thank you so much."

Thank you is a heavy word, the old man's already kind face was even brighter now, he accepted the note with a smile, and then looked at Haitham with pitiful eyes:
"Sir, you have been deceived. The address No. 20-2 does not exist on Aisar Street."

Haitham was shocked: "How is it possible, I ordered it for a thousand dollars."

Fat... Really rich... The old man shook his head.

Haytham clutched the note tightly, cursed and left.

In the command room, Lak put his feet on the table, tilted his head, and said to the iceberg beauty beside him, "How about it, my subordinate's acting skills are not bad."

Hill's eyes narrowed, and she said coldly, "It's okay."

On the big screen, through the miniature cameras on everyone, the situation around the target building has been analyzed.

Building No. 15 was next to an alley, and the windows were right there. There were no anti-theft devices installed, and there were no suspicious people around.

Although strange, now is obviously not the time to be entangled.

Hill pressed the intercom: "Axel, your people are hiding among the tourists and adapting;
Natasha drove around to the back of Aisar Street and attacked from the alley, and Jarvis will help you solve the traffic lights. "

"receive."

"receive."

(End of this chapter)