Binglin Comics

Charles and Eric were chatting next to the guardrail, and Chen Hao, who had visited the school, ran over on his own initiative.

"Hey, Charles."

Charles looked back and said nothing. He seemed not very friendly to Chen Hao.

The scene of Raven putting her arm around his shoulders was seen by Charles.

"What's wrong, Hao" Eric responded.

"I know your plan and I know you want to defeat Sebastian, but"

Chen Hao paused deliberately: "According to the current strength, you can't beat me."

Charles raised his eyebrows, Chen Hao was telling the truth.

Even if they capture the White Queen and fight two against three, they don't have much chance of winning.

"What's your plan"

Eric has always been interested in killing Sebastian. Seeing Chen Hao say this, he must have an idea.

"I'm afraid Professor Charles has to pay someone."

"Who?" Charles and Eric asked in unison.

"Logan, Logan, the one who rejected you at the bar that day, as long as you can invite him, you have at least a 50% chance of winning."

Seeing Charles' eyes turning again and again, as if he was thinking, Chen Hao continued: "By the way, if you want to find Logan, just search all the bars in New York. After you find the person, you pay and I will be responsible for persuading him to join."

"Okay." When it comes to money, Charles has never been stingy.

"Even if we are invited, we don't have Sebastian's specific location."

"I have."

Hearing this, Eric and Charles were slightly surprised and looked at each other.

It was only then that Eric, who was quite nervous, began to pay attention to Chen Hao.

He turned to look at Charles, indicated with his eyes, and asked him if he had known that Chen Hao was not simple.

Charles nodded calmly, making Eric look a little embarrassed.

Chen Hao raised his hand and pointed to the landing satellite equipment in the distance: "Eric, if you can move that equipment, I will tell you Sebastian's location. If you can't, Charles will help you."

Charles didn't answer. He looked at Chen Hao with a gloomy expression.

For Chen Hao, Charles has no control over him and no access to memories.

More importantly, he seemed to know many secrets. He even knew everything about the Cuban Missile Crisis that was not revealed to them.

Fortunately, Charles also knows that this is an extraordinary moment and knows his priorities clearly.

No matter how dissatisfied and wary he is against Chen Hao, Sebastian's plan must be stopped first.

"Mola."

Charles made the call, glanced at Eric and Chen Hao, and walked away a few steps.

Having a cia girlfriend is convenient.

Logan often hangs out in major bars, and with his characteristic of making trouble and being made trouble, he quickly secured his position.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, CIA agents drove to Charles Manor and picked up Chen Hao.

The car drove all the way to Brooklyn, New York, and finally stopped in front of a bar.

"Thank you."

After getting out of the car, Chen Hao asked the agent to wait outside.

If they were allowed to participate and negotiate, according to their aggressive and coaxing temperament, they would definitely start a fight with Logan.

It's afternoon now, and there aren't many people in the bar.

The neon lights swayed randomly in the bar, creating a mottled light and shadow.

Chen Hao looked around and soon saw Logan at the edge of the bar.

"Whiskey, no ice, thank you."

After asking the bartender for a glass of wine, Chen Hao sat next to Logan.

Logan drank the Tennessee whiskey in his glass in one gulp and turned his head slightly to glance at Chen Hao, as if asking him why he was back.

"I need your help." Chen Hao got straight to the point.

"Not interested." Logan gestured to the bartender with his index finger, meaning he wanted another drink.

"You have experienced World War II, and you must know the cruelty of war. If you don't help, World War III will break out."

After Chen Hao mentioned the word World War II, Logan guessed that he had contact with the government and waved his hands, looking very impatient.

"Go away, don't bother me."

For people like Logan who have no fixed abode, drinking and smoking every day is enough.

National justice and national honor are worthless in his eyes.

When the war really breaks out, you can still make some money as a mercenary.

Seeing Luo Gen's lack of interest, Chen Hao didn't panic at all: "Do you really think this is an ordinary war?"

Taking the whiskey handed over by the bartender, Logan took a sip.

"It's a nuclear war."

Logan frowned slightly.

As early as World War II, the United States dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima.

Logan had been there and knew how powerful and lasting the radiation from a nuclear bomb was.

"Don't think that this is just a war between the Soviet Union and the United States. Other countries will also be involved. By then, places that have been contaminated by nuclear weapons will no longer be able to make wine."

Chen Hao's words can be described as heartbreaking.

For a heavy drinker like Logan, it's no big deal if he can't afford the drinks.

Not drinking is a fatal problem.

If the two countries drop nuclear bombs at each other, other countries will fight back if they are implicated.

It doesn't matter if the American wine is gone, but as long as one hits Europe, the centuries-old wines on both sides of Bordeaux will be destroyed.

Logan has an immortal physique and there is still a lot of time in the future.

But if the wine is destroyed, the irradiated area will no longer be able to grow brewing products for at least a hundred years, which will be very uncomfortable.

Long-term drinking has sharpened Logan's taste.

Those fruit wine and milk wine alone cannot satisfy him.

"Think again, time is running out."

Chen Hao put down a business card on the table, picked up the whiskey and drank it in one gulp.

Finally, he took out a few large bills and placed them on the bar: "I paid for this gentleman's drink."

After leaving the bar, Chen Hao stopped at the door and looked at the sky.

The dark clouds are getting thicker and it's a bit gloomy.

After getting into the car, the CIA agent in the front seat asked: "Go back."

"No, just wait."

boom.

The car door was opened, Logan sat up and closed the door.

Seeing this, Chen Hao nodded to the CIA agent through the angle of the rearview mirror.

"I'm not doing it for you." Logan scratched his nose and forced an explanation: "It's for the wine."

Turning his head to look at the arrogant Uncle Wolf, Chen Hao's smile became even wider.

"I see."

The car started the engine and drove towards Charles' estate.

It was almost six o'clock in the afternoon before the two returned to the manor.

Chen Hao looked at the landing satellite and saw no sign of being moved.

The two of them walked side by side towards the manor.

As soon as I reached the steps of the square, the floor-standing satellite equipment was forcibly moved by external forces, making a huge roar.

Logan looked at it twice and said nothing more.

This scene seems to be similar, it is the stage where Charles invades Eric's memory and helps him unleash his potential.

Sure enough, he continued to look towards the steps and saw two people leaning against the guardrail.

At this time, Eric seemed very happy because of the substantial improvement in strength.

He lay on the guardrail and saw Chen Hao coming with Logan, waving hello.

"Hey, Hao, I made it."

"I saw."

Chen Hao stepped forward and patted Eric on the shoulder: "Let's go and discuss the battle plan."