Big Monster

"You know where Wakanda is, and Wakanda has a lot of vibranium."

"Now you need vibranium, and I need vibranium."

There was hesitation in Crowe's eyes. He was thinking about a question, whether it was Nagini who wanted Zhenjin, or Raymond who wanted Zhenjin, and if it was Raymond?

With the power of the opponent, it may not be impossible to try it.

Then he saw Raymond shaking his head, he took a sip of whiskey, and then leaned back on the chair, like a lazy fat viper basking in the morning sun:

"Don't look at me, I have no idea about Zhenjin."

And after confirming that Raymond has no idea about Zhenjin?

A look of disappointment flashed in Crowe's eyes, and then he rejected Nagini without the slightest hesitation: "Although I need Zhenjin, I need to live even more."

Looking at the firmness in the other party's eyes, Nagini asked with a bit of expression:

"Are you really not thinking about it anymore?"

Crowe's reaction was genuine, he wouldn't mind trying it if there was Raymond, but only one Nagini?

He didn't want to go to Wakanda to die, so Crowe said decisively: "I'm sure, if there's nothing else, can I leave?"

Facing Crowe's inquiry, Raymond shrugged, and he pointed to the door of the tavern not far away:

"You can do whatever you want, the gate is right there."

But just as he got up and was about to leave, Nagini called out to him: "Wait,"

Frowning, a look of displeasure flashed in Crowe's eyes: "What's the matter?"

He was afraid of Raymond, but that didn't mean he was afraid of Nagini.

It's just that Nagini doesn't understand why so many people only remember that he is a director and a superstar, but they don't remember that he is actually the second shareholder of the Stark Group and one of the top superpowers on the planet?

Sighing, Nagini put down the milk glass, and he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over: "This is my business card, if you change your mind, you can call me."

Crowe looked at Nagini, he smiled, his smile was full of disdain and contempt.

So instead of taking Nagini's business card, he made a cool appearance, and then left gracefully.

And watching the back of Crowe leaving?

The Fat Viper's smile became a little weirder: "He's gone,"

Looking at the business card in his hand, Nagini drank the milk in the glass: "I know."

Raymond on the side watched Nagini press down the business card with an empty cup, and a smirk crossed the corner of his mouth: "What should I do next?"

Nagini shrugged, with a look of helplessness on his face: "New York doesn't seem to be peaceful recently? But Mr. Crowe just now was lucky. He can always escape smoothly during disasters."

Raymond was taken aback, and the smile on his face became more and more kind: "You are such a cold-blooded guy."

"Did I say something?"

"You said give me a Panama hat when you come back."

"Panama is in Central America, and the place I'm going to is Africa."

"What are the native products of Africa?"

"How about elephant dung?"

"Fuck off!"

Chapter 257 Lucky Crowe

"call!"

Leaving this tavern in New York, Crowe heaved a long sigh of relief, and while he was angry and disdainful, he spat against the corner of the wall contemptuously.

Nagini?

Why should he cooperate with himself?

Although Crowe doesn't know where Nagini got the news that Wakanda has Zhenjin, he can be sure that Nagini never knows the horror of Wakanda!

If he hadn't been afraid of Raymond, Crowe would have turned his face the moment he knew Nagini's intentions.

WTF?

Make your movie well, won't you be your superstar?

What a waste of my two days!

Driving a rented Mercedes-Benz SUV, Crowe drove to the hotel he booked. His headquarters is in Africa, to be precise, it is a maritime trade route in Africa.

And Raymond, who sells information, is in the United States, so Crowe has to fly to New York, and he also has to fly back to Africa, and this transatlantic route only happens once a day!

Fortunately, New York has a good nightlife.

In a German restaurant, Crowe got a taste of logging fatigue.

By the way, he went to the bar to drink two more glasses of wine, and then rejected several young ladies who wanted to seek excitement. Crowe knew exactly what he should do and what he shouldn't do.

For him, a dinner full of the taste of home is already a rare indulgence.

Then he went back to the hotel he booked, but after returning to the hotel?

His face was a bit ugly, and he had diarrhea, extremely severe diarrhea, which made Crowe start to think whether he hadn't eaten raw meat bread for a long time, so his stomach couldn't accept it for a while?

After squatting in the bathroom for about an hour, his legs were weak, and Crowe, who was slightly dehydrated, lay weakly on the bed, but when he turned over, a foreign object on the bed made him alert!

But later, when he found out that it was just a bottle, the tension on Crowe's face couldn't help dissipating.

He subconsciously thought that it was left behind by the cleaning of the room, which made him wonder how could a three-star hotel provide this kind of service?

Just seeing the word "laxative" written on the bottle?

In an instant, Crowe's face became a little more embarrassed.

He felt a sense of crisis, an extremely strong sense of crisis. Since the other party could make him take laxatives, he could also make him eat other things.

With no time to think about it, Klaue packed his luggage and prepared to leave the hotel, enduring his weakness and exhaustion.

After all, in Crowe's view, since the other party can put the laxative bottle in the hotel, it means that the hotel is no longer safe!

Fifteen minutes later, under the puzzled eyes of the hotel receptionist, Crowe checked out and drove away in a black Mercedes-Benz SUV.