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While Leon continued to dig out various secrets of the Hand and the Society from the mouths of the disciples, a meeting with a heavy atmosphere was going on in the headquarters of the Hand and the Society on the other side.

In the pure white square office, there is a huge pure white round table and five seats.

At this moment, there were only three people sitting on the five seats.

The remaining two seats were empty.

Suddenly, Mrs. Gao, dressed in a black Tang suit, broke the solemn air: "You haven't found the master yet?"

"Not yet, but according to the reports from his men, he should not have been killed by that man." "Uncle Black" Suowanda, who was sitting aside, answered in a deep voice.

This conversation seemed to awaken Alexandra, who was sitting in the middle of the round table, looking thoughtful.

She raised her head slightly, crossed her fingers on the table, and said with a heavy expression:

"Over the years, the five of us have been able to overcome dangers and overcome many difficulties every time, but we didn't expect that the enemy this time would be so powerful."

"I admit that it was my decision-making that made a major mistake that led to Murakami's death and Botu's disappearance."

Murakami's death has already cast a faint haze in the hearts of Madam Gao, Suowanda, and Alexandra.

Now, the Shohekai Academy has been closed down by the police, and the Bodhisattva's life and death are also in a state of uncertainty. This blow has hit everyone's hearts hard.

After a series of bad news, even for hundreds of years, no matter what difficulties and obstacles they faced together, the hands and fingers began to gradually show cracks.

Cut off one finger and the whole hand can still be used.

However, if two of them are cut off, the situation will be different.

"but"

"Now is not the time to hold people accountable, but it is a critical moment for us to come together and get through this difficult time,"

"As long as we kill Leon Coulson, everything can be restored."

Alexandra's words were filled with cold murderous intent.

Mrs. Gao, who was sitting aside, also reminded her loudly: "I understand what you mean."

"But, he has been to Kunlun and must know what our weaknesses are. In other words, like him, we only have one chance."

"Maybe we should take action together"

Glancing at the wrinkled Mrs. Gao and the solemn-looking Alexandra, Suowanda also nodded slightly, "Yes, success or failure"

With these slightly tragic words, the atmosphere in the whole room suddenly became more intense.

. . . . . .

After walking out of the NYPD headquarters, Leon got into the car and drove towards Queens without looking back.

However, not long after he drove out, he was stuck in the huge traffic flow in Manhattan.

Looking at the long queue, Leon controlled the steering wheel with one hand and took advantage of the waiting time to think.

As one of the top leaders of the Hand and Peace Society, all the information obtained from his disciples are the core secrets of the Hand and Peace Society.

For example, the location of the headquarters of Handhehui, Madam Gao’s drug factory, Suowanda’s address, etc.

This information, which only the top management knew, allowed Leon's plan to gradually take shape.

However, what was most lingering in his mind at the moment was not how to solve the problem of hand and meeting, but the bottle of potion in the mouth of the disciple that could get rid of the symptoms of withdrawal.

Leon knew the value of that bottle of potion.

Withdrawal reactions have always been a nightmare for drug addicts of all kinds.

As long as they are still taking the drug, they will have a terrifying and overwhelming nightmare that will accompany them throughout their lives.

If this bottle of potion is really as effective as the master said, then it will be a potion that can transcend the ages, and it will also be a money tree with unlimited "money".

Although, in the past few years, Lyon has made considerable profits by investing in the IT industry and has become a small rich man.

However, millions of dollars are nothing compared to those billionaires or huge wars.

Maybe if the space carrier is shot out with one shot, there will be more than this number.

Leon was also helpless.

He is not a rich second generation like Harry Osborn; nor is he a genius-like brain like Tony Stark.

He is just an ordinary young man who obtained the system by chance and came to this world.

Even if he can learn the knowledge of other technological geniuses, it will take a certain amount of time and opportunity to transform it into products, sell them and make profits.

If possible, who wouldn't want to have money-making abilities like Osborn and Stark?

And now, this bottle of potion provides Lyon with such an opportunity

As long as the formula of this bottle of semi-finished medicine is perfected and mass-produced, the green banknotes will continue to fly into his pocket as if they have wings.

You know, the pharmaceutical industry has always been about huge profits.

As for perfecting the potion, he already had the perfect candidate in mind.

You know, he is not fighting alone

. . .

The next day.

Located in a laboratory at Trident headquarters in Washington.

"You are joking"

Looking at the bottle of fluorescent potion in Leon's hand, Gemma Simmons couldn't help but swallowed, her voice full of excitement and excitement: "This bottle of potion can really help patients get rid of withdrawal reactions."

"The man who gave me this bottle of potion said this." Leon spread his hands and continued to explain: "But, I'm not sure whether what he said is true. That's why I came to you and wanted you to Conduct drug analysis to see if this bottle of potion is what he said."

“So magical”

Before he finished speaking, Simmons, who couldn't wait to verify it, "snatched" the potion from Leon's hand like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

"wait for me a while"

After saying these words, Simmons took the bottle of medicine that carried Lyon's dream of ability and walked towards the testing instrument.

Seeing that Simmons was already in a state of scientific research, Leon couldn't help but turn his head and said meaningfully to Fitz, who was standing aside: "I now understand why you and Simmons became good friends."

"Why?" Fitz asked curiously.

"Because, to a certain extent, you are very similar. You are both the kind of people who will do whatever it takes to pursue what you want in your heart."

Glancing at Simmons, who looked attentive, Fitz also nodded and agreed:

"Indeed. When Gemma and I are together, we always have endless things to say. Maybe that's because we are both the same kind of people."

"So, when are you going to ask her out for dinner?"

"Uh, what are you talking about?" Faced with the sudden question, Fitz was startled, scratched the back of his head, and wondered: "Why should I ask her out for dinner? We usually like to order takeout in the laboratory."

Looking at Fitz who was talking endlessly, Leon couldn't help but smile bitterly, shook his head, and muttered to himself:

"I'm afraid all of this child's IQ points are devoted to scientific research."