After the Butler Laird left, Roy kept soothing Moriarty, who was excited: "Relax my knight, you are too excited now. Calm down and let us continue the topic just now."

Barrily controlling the flames burning on his body, Moriarty looked at Roy uneasy, afraid that the other party would take back the promised vows he had promised. This is freedom, a freedom that Moriarty longed for but unattainable! The headless knight who had been controlled by the Bosleon family for hundreds of years understood that if he missed this opportunity, then the next time he waited for this sentence, would he know when it would be!

As if he felt the uneasiness in Moriarty, Roy said directly without taking a turn: "Don't worry, my knight, what I said before will always work! As long as you bring that thing to me, I will immediately terminate the soul contract set by the family and you!"

Moriarty felt relieved, and he was impatient and could no longer wait. He quickly stood up and roared: "My master, I will take action now. Please wait for the good news!"

Seeing Moriarty ready to go out Roy quickly shouted: "Wait"! In the other party's puzzled gaze, Roy followed and asked: "Where are you going to start?"

Moriarty smiled hoarse and dull when he heard this: "My master, New York is not big. No matter which mouse takes your stuff, I will dig it out!"

After Moriarty left in a hurry, the housekeeper Laird returned to the room under the riot caused by the fire alarm. Looking at Roy alone, the housekeeper Laird sighed in his heart, suppressed the faint feeling of uneasiness that had been turning over from time to time, and came to Roy to lower his head to report: "Marquis, I have arranged for someone to solve this matter."

Roy nodded undeniably, looking out the window with his eyes dazzled and wondering what he was thinking. Seeing this, Housekeeper Laird hesitated for a long time in his heart, and finally he mustered up the courage to ask: "Marquis Marquis, we are so mobilizing in New York. Will this bring unnecessary trouble to the family?"

"Trouble?" Roy looked up at the serious butler of Laird and smiled slightly, then said with contempt: "No trouble can stop me! Laird, I understand your concerns, but I don't have time to worry about this now! No matter how expensive it is, even if I get into evil with the US government, I must find that thing!"

Looking at Roy who was gritting his teeth, Laird's feeling of anxiety became more and more serious. He couldn't figure out how his master, who had always been smart and rational, suddenly became like this for no reason. He couldn't help but think of Jenest, who was far away in Japan, and was preparing to find an opportunity in the next day and ask the other party carefully.

In the following days, Moriarty, who was excited, stayed up day and night, relying on his own special system, tirelessly traveled around the streets and alleys of New York. Whether it was a wealthy area with good security or a chaotic slum, Moriarty could be seen in these places.

It is precisely because of his tireless spirit that Roy has gained a lot in the past two days. For example, now, he looks at the square carved from crystal clear crystals in his hand, throwing it up and catching it, throwing it up and catching it again, and then catching it again, until he finally felt bored, and then throwing it on the coffee table.

"Sorry Moriarty, although this thing seems to contain some powerful force, it is not what I am looking for!"

Moriarty felt disappointed when she heard this, then cheered up and said quickly: "It's okay, I'll set out now and look for it."

"Wait," Roy, who saw Moriarty ready to leave, quickly shouted: "Wait for a moment, Moriarty, where did you get this thing?"

"A base under Manhattan, I paid a huge price to steal it," Moriarty shook his head and sighed, "It seems that it is a bit unworthy of the money now."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Headless Knight, I'm afraid you can't go anywhere now!"

The door of the room was roughly knocked open. A man in a dark black suit came straight to Roy and sat down despite the surprise of the two. Looking at the butler Laird who was angry behind him, Roy raised his eyebrows and asked curiously: "Who are you?"

"Phil Colson, CIA Special Investigation Section Staff!"

The visitor glanced at Moriarty beside him, then looked directly at Roy and said, "Marquis Roy Bosleon from Scotland, before we welcome you to the United States, I have a few small questions to consult you!"

Before Roy could speak, Colson continued, "First of all, what are you going to the United States for? Seeking revenge, or for something else?"

Roy stared at Colson with an expressionless face, looking at the other party's fearless eyes, Roy, who understood the other party's attitude, snorted coldly, and said with a hint of condescending attitude: "Why should I answer your question?"

"It seems that the Marquis is unwilling to answer?" Colson tilted his lips slightly, turned his head and looked at the members of the Dark Night Knights gathered at the sound. He said indifferently in their eyes: "It seems that I need to remind the Marquis from Scotland that this is the United States, not the Commonwealth, nor the European continent!

If you continue to not cooperate, Marquis, it is hard for me to guarantee that there will be no accidents!"

"Shut up! You dare to threaten the noble master of the Bosleon family!" The furious butler Laird shouted angrily to the left and right: "Take him out for me!"

"Slow down!"

Roy stopped the actions of members of the Dark Night Knights and looked straight at Agent Colson with a calm expression and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am just a small staff member of the CIA!" Colson shrugged with his hands spread out and said, "The noble Marquis Bosleon, of course, there is no need to take me, an insignificant guy, seriously. But you also know that as a little person, you can only help yourself at some point."

"So, are you looking for me on behalf of a big man behind you?"

Roy chuckled, and after Colson sat down again, he said, "I'm curious, what the big man behind you wants from me? Or, what can he do to me?"

"It depends on what you take next, Marquis!" Colson put away his hippie smile and said with a serious face: "If Marquis, you continue to let your subordinates do this, we will never be able to communicate calmly when we come again."

What is this? Warning? Roy couldn't help but smile. When he was restless, such a ignorant guy appeared and threatened arrogantly. Haha, this was as ridiculous as an ant provoking the elephant.

"Other Marquis," Colson turned his eyes and stared at the crystal block on the coffee table and continued: "Just like this Mr. Headless Knight, something is not suitable for being revealed to outsiders, and there are some of it. No matter what means you get it, we need a reasonable explanation!"

Roy, who looked at the coffee table along Colson's gaze, stuttered in the corner of his eyes and asked with a hint of sarcasm, "Just for this thing?"

"Although I don't want to admit it," Colson stared at Roy's eyes and said word by word: "But you did cause a big trouble!"

Picking up the crystal square on the coffee table, Roy looked back and forth in Colson's solemn gaze. But no matter how he looked, the thing in front of him was just an ordinary item except for a little magicality.

Finally, Roy, who had given up trying to find out, or simply did not want to make trouble, threw the crystal block in his hand to Colson, and then asked in a hurry: "What's the name of this thing?"

Colson's pupils shrank when he heard this, and he said with a thorn in Roy's curious gaze: "Cosmic Cube!"

Originally, he thought that Roy would repent when he heard this name, and Colson was ready for the battle, but Roy just glanced at the Cosmic Cube and then looked to the side without interest.

Before Colson could let go of his heart, Roy suddenly asked, "Mr. Colson, you have got the stuff now, so should I explain it?"

Explanation? What is the explanation? Colson looked at Roy with a confused face. Before he could ask, a member of the Dark Night Knights walked over with a grin, and then punched him hard on his lower abdomen. Unexpectedly, Colson was not careful for a moment, and he lay on the ground like a tumultuous sea in his belly.

After taking the cosmic cube handed over by his subordinates, looking at Colson who was lying on the ground and constantly retching, Roy said condescendingly: "I don't care who you are looking for me on behalf of, but your attitude makes me dislike you very much! Councillor Colson, this is just a small lesson."

Looking at Colson with anger, he continued with a sarcastic look on his face, "The person behind you wants this thing, Humph, let him come to me in person!"

Before Colson could speak, Roy signaled to the left and right: "Take him out!"

After a group of people left the room, the housekeeper Laird looked at Roy with a worried look on his face: "Mr. Marquis, will we commit evil against the CIA and cause dissatisfaction from the US government?"

"Don't worry, Laird," Roy said confidently: "I have thought about what you said. Colson is just an insignificant little person. He can't represent the entire CIA!"

"However," Roy continued, "Your concerns are correct. At this critical moment, we cannot cause too much dissatisfaction from the US government! Contact the head of the family's industry in the United States, and I want him to connect with the members of the congressman we once supported, including those families we have been intimate with, to protest to the CIA the arrogant and rude staff!"

"Yes, your will!"

Colson, the insignificant little man Roy said, was walking out of the hotel in a very embarrassing manner and cursing and returning to the car parked on the side of the road.

After locking the car door tightly, Colson took out the communicator and whispered to report after connecting: "Boss, the mission failed! The universe cube is indeed in the hands of Marquis Bosleon, but the other party is unwilling to hand it over to me!"

A low and hoarse male voice came from the communicator, and the other party asked in confusion: "Why did he send someone to seize the universe cube? How did he know that this thing is in our hands?"

"Boss, this is probably a misunderstanding!"

Colson, who kept wiping the blood in the corner of his mouth in the rearview mirror, frowned in the pain, and then continued to say to the communicator: "The other party doesn't care about the universe cube. From his words and deeds, it can be judged that the other party does not know the true use of the universe cube. Seizing it may be just an unintentional act. But this shitty European guy is so arrogant. He actually asked your boss to go in person and ask him for the universe cube!"

"That's it?" A questioning came from the communicator: "Coulson, you have to know that the universe cube was stolen from a strictly protected base. I am still cleaning up the mess until now! Now you tell me that all this is a misunderstanding, you have no problem with your brain, right?"

"Although I'm a little unbelievable, it's the truth! There is no so-called conspiracy here, and all of this seems to be a misunderstanding now! OH                                                                                                        �

"Okay, Colson, you have a rest first, and I'll think about it!"

Hanging the communicator, Colson looked outside the hotel with hatred, and sneering at the members of the Dark Night Knights who were at his location, and finally drove away from here unwillingly.

Three days later, a one-eyed black man wearing a black leather jacket appeared in front of Roy in a dignified manner. When he saw the other person, especially from the other person, he felt the uneven and powerful aura. Roy was sure that the real master was coming.

"Hello Marquis Bosleon, welcome to the United States. I am Nick Fury, the director of the CIA's Special Search Office!"

Nick Fury Roy subconsciously chewed on the name. For some reason, the other party's name made Roy feel a sense of familiarity, and it seemed that he had heard of it somewhere.

The butler Laird on the side also frowned. In Nick Fury's interesting gaze, the butler Laird, who was thinking hard, suddenly remembered something, and whispered to Roy in a big change in his face: "Marquis, it's that Nick Fury!"

Which one? Roy looked puzzled, looked at the anxious butler Laird, and silently said from the other party's silent mouth: "M?M!"

Finally remembered who the other party was Roy, looked at Nick Fury in shock, and then shouted in disbelief: "CIA's ruthless executioner Nick Fury? Hell, how could it be you guy!"

Nick rolled his eyes speechlessly, looked at the butler Lailder with a look of fear, and looked at Roy who was still a little disbelief. A scary smile appeared on his terrifying face, and he said softly: "I am CIA Nick Fury, say hello to Mr. M of MI5 on my behalf!"
Chapter completed!