Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

"This man's name is Wilson Hampton, a native of Texas, who came to Monaco ten years ago and opened a seaside restaurant.

After investigation, he has no criminal record, and has not had contact with any special person during this period. "

In other words, the person is clean.

But the more this happens, the more it proves that there is something wrong with this person.

After Hill finished speaking, he looked at Axel.

The Continental Hotel's intelligence system was unique, and she also wanted to know what special information the other party could come up with.

Axel stretched his clothes, trying not to embarrass the high table, he walked to the stage, took out a tablet and connected it to the projector, and released two pictures.

Continental Hotel’s exclusive “Memoirs”.

"Everyone, I won't talk about the basic information. Everyone found the same; the above two documents were obtained from our intelligence personnel.

This Wilson's life is very irregular. He opens and closes stores, purchases goods, and goes shopping, all depending on his mood.

But every Sunday night at 8 o'clock, he will definitely go to the red light district of the port to find...well, to vent, rain or shine. "

There were many ladies present, and Axel spoke in an elegant way of speaking the essence of the ancient profession.

Hill and the other ladies subconsciously turned their heads and looked at Tony who was sitting at the back playing with his mobile phone.

Qian Zhannu is here, who can compete with her?

Tony felt the gaze, raised his head proudly, and said sternly:

"I never give money."

Crowd: ...

The men present did not speak, but the envy in their eyes could not be hidden.

"Cough cough."

Axel quickly got back to the topic: "Due to time constraints, we can only find so much so far. The origin of the mysterious item in his hand is still unclear."

The High Table is willing to help. Apart from building a good relationship with Lak, it might not be the idea of ​​getting the mysterious item in Wilson's hand.

But in the current situation, even if he finds it, he may not be able to get it... Axel returned to his seat and glanced at the combat team opposite who had remained silent.

Hill nodded slightly. They really didn't find out the details of looking for the lady. Besides, the chief of the coffee cup has not responded yet.

She projected a topographic map of No. 15 Aisar Street on the wall, formed a circle along the periphery, and began to issue tasks:

"Because we don't know if Wilson still has a living mysterious object, so to be on the safe side, we have to attack quickly this time and try not to give him a chance to react.

"Assel, you pretend to be tourists and keep an eye on the street entrance to find out what's going on inside.

Natasha, after confirming that there is no problem, you lead the team to rush in as quickly as possible, trying to save lives. "

After Hill finished speaking, his sharp eyes swept over Axel, stayed on Axel for a moment, and asked sternly:

"Do you understand everything?"

"Understood!" XN

"set off!"

A group of people rumbled out of the command room, ready to set off.

In order to coordinate the dispatch, they need to switch to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s communication device.

Dozens of display screens on the wall were lit up one after another, and Hill and several intelligence officers began to work.

After everyone went out, Lak was still sitting in his seat, playing with his mobile phone carelessly.

Tony pushed him and asked, "Isn't it faster for the two of us to put on the armor to catch people, why do we call them, the movement is slow, and the efficiency is low."

Lark asked back, "Otherwise, what would I do raising them?"

"If you have to do everything yourself, then what kind of billionaire am I?"

It seems...that's the truth.

Tony nodded deeply. Except for the laboratory and women, he could command others to do other things, and he would never do it himself.

However, this is also the first time that his subordinates have dealt with a mysterious incident alone, and Lark can't really ignore it.

Rucker got up and left the command room, took out the suitcase from the room, and threw it over to Haytham, telling him to pay attention to safety.

Then he returned to the command room and sat in front of the big screen.

……

boom!

Haytham took the suitcase, the metal surface was obviously extremely cold, but at this moment his heart was warm.

He solemnly placed the box at his feet, stretched out his hand and patted the roof of the car:

"set off!"

The vehicle started immediately, and a dozen SUVs and two buses left the hotel one by one.

After going down the mountain, it was broken into pieces and headed in different directions towards the Damine district of Monaco.

There is an abandoned warehouse outside Aisar Street, which serves as a temporary assembly point.

The start of F1 is approaching, and there are many pedestrians and vehicles on the street. By the time everyone arrives at the target location, it is already two o'clock in the afternoon.

After stopping the car, everyone divided into two groups according to the plan; Axel took people to Essar Street to check out the situation; Natasha waited for news and was dispatched at any time.

This is a street built in the last century. The highest building is only six floors, with shops below and accommodation areas above.

Off-white marble with rough texture makes them look like a low-profile version of ancient Greece.

At a glance, almost all the balconies facing the street are planted with green plants, and the breeze makes a rustling sound.

Hailsen was in a suit and leather shoes, with a suitcase in his left hand and a card in his right hand. His eyes scanned the street numbers of the shops one by one, and he kept chanting, looking anxiously as if he was looking for something.

"No. 8, No. 9, No. 10... No. 20, No. 21 of Aisal Street, Shet, how could there be none?" Hailsen cursed angrily, as if he couldn't believe it.

He came all the way, and his strange behavior has long attracted the attention of shop owners. An old man with gray hair asked:

"Sir, may I ask what you are looking for? I know the surrounding area quite well. If you don't mind, I can help you take a look."

Haytham turned his head and shouted loudly: "Oh, God, you are really my savior."

Suddenly everyone around him turned to look at him. Taking this opportunity, a few more figures inadvertently appeared in the crowd.

Hailsen said as he walked, "The tourists are so crazy now, they have snatched up all the hotel rooms. I worked so hard and finally found a homestay on the Internet, but I can't find his location. If you can help me point Lu, thank you so much."

Thank you is a heavy word, the old man's already kind face was even brighter now, he accepted the note with a smile, and then looked at Haitham with pitiful eyes:

"Sir, you have been deceived. The address No. 20-2 on Essar Street does not exist."

Haitham was shocked: "How is it possible, I ordered it for a thousand dollars."

Fat... Really rich... The old man shook his head.

Haytham clutched the note tightly, cursed and left.

In the command room, Lak put his feet on the table, tilted his head, and said to the iceberg beauty beside him, "How about it, my subordinate's acting skills are not bad."

Hill's eyes narrowed, and she said coldly, "It's okay."

On the big screen, through the miniature cameras on everyone, the situation around the target building has been analyzed.

Building No. 15 was next to an alley, and the windows were right there. There were no anti-theft devices installed, and there were no suspicious people around.

Although strange, now is obviously not the time to be entangled.

Hill pressed the intercom: "Axel, your people are hiding among the tourists and adapting;

Natasha drove around to the back of Aisar Street and attacked from the alley, and Jarvis will help you solve the traffic lights. "

"receive."

"receive."