Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

"What's your name?" Anthony looked at the player again and asked the person who sent it without raising his head.

"Vladimir Lonya," the man who delivered the box just woke up from the shock of the news that criminals in New York City had a nuclear bomb in their hands. He was stunned for a moment, and then immediately answered honestly.

"Vladimir, right? Tell me, how does your boss transport things into New York." After playing the file repeatedly, Anthony threw the player aside and looked at the delivery person in front of him. He said calmly.

"Mr. Anthony, I am the person responsible for delivering things to you. The boss didn't even mention the nuclear bomb to me," Vladimir replied with a wry smile.

In fact, he is still confused in his heart. After all, no matter how big-hearted a person is, there is no way to keep his heart from being disturbed when faced with a nuclear bomb that can level New York City.

"You can be entrusted by your boss Peter with such an important matter. According to common sense, you should be the person he trusts most. Now you tell me that you have no idea that your boss has done such a big thing. Do you think if you If it’s me, would you believe it?” Anthony smiled.

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Anthony put out the cigar in his hand, stood up and walked to him, patted his shoulder gently, and then said lightly while releasing malicious thoughts that could make ordinary people suffocate: "Yes." You know, this is a nuclear bomb that can blow New York and my home into rubble, so you'd better think carefully before answering, and then it's not too late to answer my question."

It has to be said that under fatal threats, people may indeed unleash their unlimited potential. Under the pressure of Anthony's suffocating momentum, Vladimir's brain worked rapidly, and many bits and pieces that he had ignored quickly emerged in his mind, and then were quickly organized. The context of how the boss transported the nuclear bomb into New York had already formed a vague picture in his mind.

"Mr. Anthony, I seem to have some impression. If I guessed correctly, it should be like this." Then Vladimir told Anthony everything he guessed. After Anthony sorted out the whole process, he couldn't help but admire him. Peter's audacity.

"I didn't expect Peter to have a talent in this area. It's a pity that I discovered it a little late. Otherwise, there should be more room for cooperation between us," Anthony smiled with regret and then sat down. Returned to his seat. Being able to transport a nuclear bomb to a metropolitan city like New York is really not easy for Peter.

Just as he finished ordering Gin to take Vladimir down for resettlement, and at the same time ordered people to receive the group of people entrusted to him by Peter, Dick's call came in, saying that it was Coulson from SHIELD who wanted to Talk to Anthony.

"Colson, it's interesting that he came to see me at this time. It seems that the situation in New York during this period has made our director of SHIELD a little restless," Anthony chuckled, and then glanced at the paper in his hand. The player pondered for a moment and then directly ordered Dick: "Ask him to wait for me in the reception room. It just so happens that I also have something I want to talk to them about."

In the reception room of Caesar's Palace, Colson calmly tasted the black tea in his cup. His unwavering expression showed that he had been waiting here for half an hour.

"Sir, do we have to wait any longer?" After looking at the time again, the cavalryman couldn't help but lean down and ask in Cole's ear.

In fact, if it were a normal situation, she would not say anything even if the cavalry was allowed to stay motionless in one place for three days and three nights. After all, she was also a professional agent and the best among agents. But now the situation outside is too tense. On the way here, the bureaucrats from the New York City Government bypassed the One-Eyed Director and gave Coulson an ultimatum, hoping that he would resolve the situation in New York within three days. Trouble, otherwise he wouldn't be welcome here in New York City.

This is why the cavalry are so restless. They don't have much time. If you have the time to spend time here with Anthony, the gang leader, and the arms business, you might as well go out and try your luck, maybe you will gain more.

"Of course we have to wait," Colson put down the black tea cup with a nonchalant expression, then looked up at a rather hidden surveillance probe in the upper corner and smiled: "Because the person we are waiting for cannot see what he wants to see. Nature will give up these boring tricks and meet us."

Just before he finished speaking, the door opened, and several people dressed as bodyguards walked in first, followed closely by Anthony and Gin.

"Mr. Anthony, we meet again," Colson stood up to greet him, smiled and extended his hand in greeting.

"Agent Coulson, no, I should call you the branch director now. I'm sorry. I had some things to deal with just now, so I kept you waiting." Anthony took a deep look at Cole, who was smiling sincerely. Sen, then stretched out his hand to shake it, and then invited Coulson to sit down with him.

The two sides casually chatted for a few words that even they themselves did not believe. Then Coulson looked at the time and went directly to the topic and began to discuss with Anthony the real purpose of coming to him today.

"That is to say, Mr. Colson hopes that I can provide you with information about the whereabouts of Mrs. Gao and the others." Anthony glanced at Colson in front of him playfully and chuckled.

"Not bad," Coulson nodded.

Anthony heard this and leaned forward slightly, bringing himself closer to Colson and chuckled: "But you have to know why I did this. In a sense, Mrs. Gao and I should be considered our own people." .”

"Are you really one of our own, Mr. Anthony?" Colson pointed out with a smile: "Then Jin Ping died unjustly."

"Jin is not the same," Anthony said calmly: "He hurt my family. No one can hurt my family."

Colson looked at Anthony's extremely serious face. He was silent for a moment, then missed the topic and said bluntly: "Mr. Anthony, let's do this. I don't have much time, so I won't tell you any nonsense." Things. Let’s talk about the actual benefits that can be seen and obtained.”

"I'm somewhat interested in this, let's talk about it," Anthony lit a cigar again and puffed out the smoke.

"As long as Mr. Anthony can provide us with accurate information on the whereabouts of Mrs. Gao and the others, and we bring them to justice, I can make the decision. Mr. Anthony can choose their properties on the surface, and as for their secret territories , then it depends on your methods, Mr. Anthony," Colson said seriously.

"How many can I choose?" Anthony asked with a smile.

"Twenty percent, this is our bottom line. After all, all we need is the information provided by Mr. Anthony. It is us who really take action," Colson replied.

"This ratio is not enough." Although Anthony didn't care about Mrs. Gao's apparent assets, he still decided to disguise it to make himself look greedy, so he opened his mouth and said: "Sixty percent, this is me The bottom line is, after all, you can’t do anything without my information.”

"Impossible, Mr. Anthony," Colson said coldly: "Many departments and people contributed to their arrest, and it is impossible for them to allow such a division of interests. Twenty-five percent, this is ours the ultimate bottom line.”

"That's it." Anthony couldn't help but narrowed his eyes after hearing this, pretending to think for a moment and then said directly: "Well, I can make a concession in terms of interests, 25% is 25%, but I want compensation. If you agree, you should be able to arrest most of them tonight."

"What compensation?" Colson asked in a deep voice.

"I want to go into your sandbox base and pick something," Anthony made the condition.

"This is impossible." Colson lost his composure and stood up: "Mr. Anthony, I don't know how you knew the existence of the sandbox base, but I must solemnly tell you that this base is our bureau's special purpose for isolating biochemical dangerous items. A secret base, everything in it will cause huge disasters if not handled properly.

So don’t say that I don’t have the right to decide the sandbox base. Even if I have the relevant rights, I will never agree to your conditions.”

"Then there's nothing to talk about," Anthony leaned back slightly, took a deep breath of his cigar and smiled: "Then walk slowly without seeing him off, and remember to close the door."

Colson looked at Anthony deeply when he heard this, then he was silent for a moment and said to Anthony seriously: "Mr. Anthony, I still hope that you can carefully consider my proposal. After all, this is a decision that benefits both of us. Favorable conditions. I will come back later, and I hope I can hear a different answer by then."

"I don't object to you coming back," Anthony said calmly to Colson who was about to walk out: "But I hope you can ask your director for instructions before coming. I think he will do something different from you. choose."

"Even if I ask the director for instructions," Coulson said without looking back: "The things in the sandbox base are far more dangerous than Madam Gao and the Joker."

"Really?" Anthony said with a chuckle: "It seems that the confrontation between you and the clown in the past few days has been quite satisfactory to you, and it actually gave you the illusion that he was nothing more than this."

"What do you mean, Mr. Anthony?" Colson frowned slightly when he heard this, and couldn't help but stop and look back at Anthony, wondering.

"The clown is not that simple. The reason why you have been able to compete with him these days is because Mrs. Gao and the others are holding him back," Anthony stood up with a chuckle, came to Colson's side and said: "But they can't tie this lunatic down forever. Only then will you see his true face."

"What exactly does Mr. Anthony want to say?" Colson looked at Anthony who was close at hand, and for some reason suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Pay attention to the Ukrainian side. It seems that a nuclear bomb was dropped there." After Anthony said this, he patted the somewhat dull Colson and walked out of the room.

"nuclear bomb"