It was not until the next morning that the pressure was constantly being put on various relationships and Roy, who was still making calls here, contacted Nick Fury. Especially when he heard the other party's voice coming from the microphone, he felt that his reason was trembling.

"Nick Fury, where is the thing?" Roy asked directly without any nonsense.

"Things? What?" Nick asked back, pretending to be stupid. No matter how much Roy's breath on the other end of the phone was aggravated, Nick was not going to admit it anyway.

"Tell me where the thing is!!!" Roy, whose anger continued to rise in his heart, jumped at the trajectory word by word.

"Well, my dear Marquis of Bosleon, maybe I should remind you that I am Nick Fury, the FBI's security director, and not a servant of your Bosleon family, Hum, be careful of your tone!"

"Nick Fury, what do you want?" Roy asked, squeezing his anger that was about to tear Nick apart.

"It's very simple," Nixon, who was sitting in the office, slacked his neck tie, looked at the alarm clock on the wall and said very easily: "The contract of Saint-Vanganza is too dangerous. For the comfort of the people of the world, Marquis Bosleon, I don't think this thing can be handed over to you, so it's better for our CIA to hide it secretly without seeing the light of day."

"Why did you do this, aren't you afraid of my next revenge?"

Hearing Roy's threat, Nick Fury's lips curled up slightly, and said casually with endless sarcasm: "Marquis Marquis actually misunderstood me, but it doesn't matter. If you insist on thinking this way, I can only express regret!"

Roy's heart sank. He heard that Nick was fearless and he was a little embarrassed now. No matter what, as the security director of the CIA, Roy could do nothing but put pressure on the chaebols who intersected with the family. Now Nick said he didn't care at all, and he couldn't help but make Roy feel tricky.

After taking a deep breath and realizing that he could not continue, Roy made a fuss in his heart and blurted out the threatening words he had already thought about: "Nick, Nick Fury! I warn you for the last time, give me the things! Otherwise, no one would have expected what would happen in the future!"

"Is this what you want to tell me by Marquis? Sorry, it's time for me to have lunch. We'll talk later!"

Throwing the phone aside, Nick curled his lips disdainfully, not knowing the so-called guy, really, how the Commonwealth government can stand him!

Roy on the other side was so angry that he was trembling. The anger in his heart kept burning his mind, and the arrogance of being an ancient god roared in his mind. Before he knew it, a trace of black air rose deep in the sea of ​​consciousness and gradually spread to the entire soul.

In the room, the Wu Xinmo, who had originally blessed with a hint of sarcasm, suddenly shivered. He looked at Roy, whose face was getting colder and colder. The intuition of thousands of battles and exercises was howling wildly, constantly warning him to escape from here.

Laird and Moriarty, who also noticed the abnormality, were full of surprise. They could not understand what was happening to Roy, especially Laird. He was a little overwhelmed with a vague memory. As a duty as a conscientious housekeeper, he wanted to dissuade Roy, but he didn't know where to start.

"Lyerder!"

Lyard, who was originally thinking about it, made a clever move and said respectfully with a more rigorous etiquette than usual: "Mr. Marquis!"

"Arrange it and let the rest of the family scatter out of the hotel, and we secretly go to the safe house while we are in the chaos!"

"Safe House?" Laird shouted in disgrace: "Mr. Marquis, are you..."

"Try me to do it!" Roy looked at Laird indifferently with panic expression, and then said to the other two: "Okay, there is nothing you have to do here, you can go out!"

Subconsciously glanced at Moriarty beside him, and the Wu Xinmo who realized that Roy had made some decision nodded unwillingly. The devil who took the opportunity to seize the contract of Saint Van Gonza after pretending to be successful in cooperation, vaguely felt a trace of danger. This indescribable feeling made him feel the urge to leave this place far away.

After everyone left the room, Roy took out a brand new satellite phone from the corner of the bedroom. He skillfully entered the phone number that was hidden deep in his mind. After waiting patiently for a few seconds, he said directly: "I am Roy Bosleon, Hussein, are you ready?"

"Of course, my friend, I've been waiting for your news!"

On the other end of the phone, a hoarse and low voice said, "Since you have made a decision, what about my conditions?"

"I promise you!" Scandaling the crowded streets below the hotel, Roy pulled the curtains up and continued, "The thing was recorded on a piece of paper with the burial of the launcher, and I secretly sent someone to lock it in the HSBC Bank safe on Royal Mile Avenue in Edinburgh!

I will send someone to hand over the storage voucher to you first. As for the safe password, Hussein, I will tell you after the matter is done!"

"Okay Marquis, I believe in your credibility!" The voice on the other end of the phone said with a cheerful voice: "Since that's the case, should we take action on that day?"

"The sooner the better, I want them to know the consequences of angering me!"

On August 26, 1999, two passenger planes flying from Boston to New York lost contact. Half an hour later, another passenger plane flying from Los Angeles to Washington also encountered the same situation.

An hour later, in full view of the people of New York, two sudden planes hovered and crashed into the World Trade Center in New York! Just five minutes after the disaster, the entire US government personnel had no time to respond effectively, and another plane roared into the White House in Washington.

At the secret base underground in New York, when he heard about the disaster, Nick wondered if Colson had a high fever and said nonsense, how could such an incredible thing happen?

Unfortunately, the ruthless reality slapped him hard. Colson confirmed the news in despair. Before the dizzy Nick could come back to his senses, the staff who ran over with panic told him another bad news, the White House was attacked by KONG, and the life and death of the president and all the cabinet members were unknown.

When Nick heard the news, his calf weakened and collapsed directly on the chair.

Dingling, the out-of-time phone rang out suddenly. Looking at Nick who was lost and unwilling to pay attention to it, Colson held back the panic and picked up the phone: "CIA, I am Colson!"

"Let Nick Fury beside you answer the phone!"

The sound on the phone was so rude that Colson subconsciously felt disgusted: "Who are you?"

"Tell Nick Fury that if you want to know the truth about what just happened, let him answer the phone obediently! Otherwise, I don't guarantee whether there will be other disasters!"

Seeing Colson's face change drastically, Nick cheered up a little and asked with a serious face: "Who is it?"

Colson's hands were tense, and blue veins on his forehead were rising. His expression was like a crazy bull, full of anger and madness. Colson wanted to swallow the man on the other end of the phone alive, but unfortunately he couldn't do it. In the end, he handed it to Nick with unwillingness, and then whispered: "Murderer!"

The anger in Nick's eyes, who guessed Colson's meaning, could almost be eaten by others. After taking a deep breath, he controlled his emotions and asked, "I am Nick Fury, who are you?"

"Haha, Mr. Nick is really a noble man who forgot about things. I have forgotten everything in just a few days without seeing me!"

Nick was disbelief when he heard the sound, then gritted his teeth and said, "Roy Bosleon!"

"Yes, it's me!" Roy's voice was very frivolous: "How about Mr. Nick, are you surprised by the gift I gave you? Are you surprised by it? Are you happy or not? Hum?"

"Roy Bosleon, are you crazy? Why do you do this!"

"No, no, Mr. Nick, I have not lost my mind. As for why it has become like this now, it is thanks to you, Mr. Nick!"

On the other end of the phone, Roy's voice slowly became cold: "Okay, Nick Fury, I don't have time to play the right and wrong game with you here, give me the San Van Gonza contract!"

"You're delusional!"

Nick, who subconsciously used all his strength to smash the entire desk into pieces, roared: "Your purpose will never be achieved. You crazy guy, be prepared to clean your neck and wait for death! Even if you escape to the ends of the world, I will kill you!"

"Very Nick Fury, I'll wait for you!"

Roy, who sat on the sofa and watched the TV keep playing the news of New York attacks, then said again: "But before that, let's talk about another thing first! For example, what was the mess when the Soviet Union collapsed?"

Nick was stunned when he heard this. He couldn't understand why Roy talked about this question and was full of doubts. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Roy Bosleon, what do you want to say?"

"What did you say? It seems I need to remind you!"

Throwing the remote control in his hand aside, Roy stood up and walked to the map, looking at the entire US map and said: "In 1992, the CIA intelligence personnel learned from a defected KGB that two nuclear bombs were missing when the Soviet Union split! In 1993, the CIA and other NATO countries secretly cracked an arms smuggling case. The most eye-catching thing was the two nuclear warheads that had been lost when the Soviet Union collapsed! Mr. Nick, I don't need to say anything more about the rest, right?"

Nick's whole body was cold when he heard this. He subconsciously opened his mouth and looked around blankly. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. Then he was dizzy and his whole body seemed to have no strength, and he directly sat on the wreckage of the desk.

Regardless of Colson, who was worried, Nick grabbed the collar of his shirt and asked in a deep voice after taking a deep breath: "Do you have a nuclear warhead in your hand? This is impossible! The two nuclear warheads had been dismantled into pieces and destroyed. You can't have such things in your hand!"

"Yes, that's right," Roy said very readily: "The two nuclear bombs had been destroyed by you at the beginning, so of course I couldn't have them! But who told you that the Soviet Union only lost two nuclear bombs at that time?"

The phone was silent like a dead end. Roy, who was extremely comfortable in his heart, drew a circle on the map and said again: "I have always answered questions and answered questions. I will definitely explain clearly what others don't understand! For example, the nuclear bomb in my hand!

Hum, it was you Americans who split the Soviet Union, and you plundered all the wealth of the Soviet Union! There is no way, the Soviet Union is poor, and their citizens can't afford a meal a day. In order to survive, the hungry Soviet people can only think of other ways!"

I am the most kind-hearted person, and happened to have some money, so everyone hit it off. I, Roy Bosleon, saved countless people like living Buddhas. The friendly people who received various help from me were grateful. In order to repay me, they sent me all the nuclear bombs, nuclear submarines and other things. I can't help!

In this way, the nuclear warheads that fell into my hands unknowingly increased. Let me think about how many of the one million equivalents are there? Three or five? Sorry, it’s too long to remember it!”

Nick has never been as decadent as this moment. He wanted to refute Roy and scold the other party for being just bluffing, but his intuition told him that all this might be the fact, which made Nick feel mixed in his heart and couldn't help but hate the people who originally designed the disintegration of the Soviet Union.

Nick even cursed in his heart: "What a fool, Europadong Slavs, no wonder the KGB defected until today, no wonder their economic path has not recovered now, no wonder they were fooled and dismantled the country. Such a foolish government has not collapsed yet. God, he is really blind!

On the other end of the phone, Roy, who had not received a response for a long time, spoke again: "Mr. Nick, what are you thinking about now? My time is limited. If I don't see the San Van Gonza contract in two hours, hum, let's play a game!

There are fifty-one states in the United States, and there are more than a dozen nuclear bombs in my hand. Let’s bet to see if that state is lucky and the state is bad. Anyway, they will be buried with me in the end!"

Crazy, this guy is crazy! Nick had only such an idea in his mind at this moment. He could not understand that Roy was so extreme. For the sake of the San Van Gonza contract that he didn't know how useful he was, he even used nuclear bombs to destroy the entire United States! This guy is a madman!

"Of course, you can also bet on the authenticity of what I said. Anyway, you are idle. Are you right? My dear CIA security director Nick Fury!"
Chapter completed!