New York, Queens, John Fitzgerald Kennedy International Airport, Terminal 7.

This terminal was built more than 30 years ago, but after renovations in recent years, it is still luxurious and atmospheric. The terminal is spacious and has complete ancillary facilities. It has become the official residence and command center of Fernando Resno, one of the five leaders of the Skeleton and Bones Society.

In the VIP room of the terminal, Fernando Resno is listening to Richard's action report. Unlike several other skull and Bones leaders who came from the grass, this Brazilian comes from a wealthy family and has always considered himself elegant in style. He is a soldier and fights only to prove that he is different.

"You mean, there is a guy named Victor Hugo interfering in your actions, causing your failure, right?" Fernando sat on the leather sofa, shaking the wine in his hand, and sneered in his mouth. Seeing Richard wanting to open his mouth, he shook his head slightly and said, "No, no, don't explain. I don't want to hear any explanation, I just want that old man Alan Derek.

I need him to remove the Aurora security system, activate the central intelligence on the ship, and tell me how to get the two nuclear reactors on the ship to work properly. Of course, the two nuclear reactors are indeed working normally now, but without Alan Derek, I am always not relieved."

Fernando Resno was very satisfied with the Aurora, very satisfied, and extremely satisfied. But even though he was satisfied, he could not gain control of the ship because the highly intelligent control center was closed.

The only authority to restart the control center is the captain and the first mate. Now that the captain has disappeared, the first mate Alan Derek becomes the key. Without Alan Derek, the value of the "Aurora" will be greatly reduced.

"Richard, I trust you very much. I also know that you are working very hard for me, so I will not treat you badly. And I have nothing else in my hands, there are all kinds of daily necessities, go have a good meal and continue to work." Fernando Resno waved his hand and signaled that Richard could leave, "I hope to hear good news from you next time I see you."

The entire work report was basically Fernando Resno's performance alone, and Richard couldn't get in with a word, and he felt extremely depressed. He ran to the terminal restaurant alone, and the chef prepared something for him that he could have a good meal.

"Uh..., what is this?" Richard looked at the pink meat piece in his plate and felt..., he couldn't say what he felt. He was obviously hungry, but he was repulsive of the food in front of him.

The chef said coldly, "Spam."

“Spam lunch meat?”

"That's right."

"It's so damn, I hate lunch meat." Richard picked up the fork and ate a small piece. It tasted very irritating. If it were before the catastrophe, I was afraid that the poorest and most destitute vagabonds would not eat this. But now his senior agent from the Skeleton Society Intelligence Department actually ate this.

"Mr. Richard, are you not eating the rest?" A subordinate from the Operations Department came over and looked very envious of Richard's remaining meat.

"You eat." Richard felt full.

Within half a minute, his subordinates ate the rest of Spam, as if he was not satisfied. Richard couldn't help asking, "Do you think it's delicious?"

"I haven't eaten meat for a week and it feels very delicious." My subordinate wiped the oil from his mouth and laughed happily: "It is said that someone has recently transported a large amount of canned Spam lunch meat from the sea to the black market. Mr. Resno bought all of these cans and sent them to his soldiers as military supplies."

"A large amount? If it is large, no one will rob it?"

"Because it was not shipped in one go, and the canned food was very careful. They also recruited some children from the black market to transport and trade for him, and they couldn't grab much. Moreover, because this batch of canned food solved a large part of the military supplies problem, Mr. Resno had ordered that the transaction continue."

Lunch meat is also a normal consumption food, and some people like it. Some people don’t like it. This news is a chat about eating after meals. I should have forgotten it after hearing it. However, when Richard was about to leave, a sloppy man walked up to him and sat down with a clang.

"Cook, give me lunch." The lame man greeted, and he looked at Richard with a smile, and reached out and said, "Hey... Richard, my name is Guzman, and we will be partners from now on."

Richard looked stunned, "What partner did you mean?"

"Mr. Resno said you were in some trouble. There was a boy named Victor Hugo who gave you a headache, so he sent me to help." Guzman laughed, "I'm happy to help you."

Richard's face collapsed again, "You are the Guzman who tried to assassinate Mr. Resno, but immediately surrendered when he found that he couldn't do anything?"

"Ah, yes." Guzman was thick-skinned and didn't care about the ridicule in Richard's words. "Believe me, I know Victor Hugo very well. I can definitely help you catch that hateful boy, chop off his head, chop off his limbs, cut open his stomach, and let him go to hell."

Guzman gestured with his hands and feet, saying very vigorously. However, when the chef brought a copy of Spam, he turned his back and shouted: "Why is it Spam again? I have been here for three days, breakfast Spam, Chinese Spam, and dinner is also Spam, so didn't order anything else?"

"I will do whatever I sell in the black market. Don't ask too much." The chef didn't care about Guzman's complaints, and he looked like a bad attitude of "eat if you like it, and don't eat it."

"Damn." Guzman had no choice. He looked at the pink pieces of meat, feeling the pain and helplessness of seeing God. But even so, he could only endure the disgust and eat it.

Spam was not bad at first, and the taste was OK. But if you eat this oily and greasy thing every day, you can make people crazy.

Seeing Guzman frowning and looking at the can of Sespum in his mouth with a painful expression, Richard was sad for the other party. He asked from the side: "What is Victor Hugo's situation in the Brotherhood of Steel? I want to know some details."

"What else can you do? Be a mercenary like me and was sent to assassinate Mr. Resno. But I don't know how that kid would save Alan Derek. I only know that kid is very terrible and must be careful about him. Maybe he will suffer a great loss at any time."

Guzman said and ate, and complained about Spam's disgusting smell with an extremely resentful expression. "Who got this Spam? I hate this person. He ruined my last bit of affection for food. This is simply forcing me to eat shit. I hate him, hate him, hate him!"

"This seems to be sent by Victor Hugo." The subordinate of the Operations Team said weakly.

"What?" Guzman and Richard screamed, both of them feeling that something extremely bad had happened.

The man in the Action Team was frightened by the screams, and his tone was lowered again, saying, "This is an open secret, but everyone is tacitly informed. Now people in the black market know that these cans were sent by Victor Hugo."

"Will that guy poison the can?" Richard's face turned pale, and he thought of conspiracy theories at the first time.

Everyone looked at the cook who cooked Spam again, but the cook sneered and said, "Who would poison the cans from nearly a hundred years ago? This thing can be my grandfather at the age of this thing."

"Nearly a hundred years ago?" Richard and Guzman were even more surprised.

An empty Spam canned box was thrown out. After seeing the year tags on it, Richard and Guzman felt like they were about to cry. They were eating canned US military from World War II. This thing once made the US military soldiers frightened!
Chapter completed!