New York, Queens, John F. Kennedy International Airport, Terminal 7.
This terminal was built more than thirty years ago, but it has been renovated in recent years and is still luxurious and grand. The terminal has a wide space and complete ancillary facilities. It has become the home of Fernando Resno, one of the five leaders of the Skull and Bones Society.
Official residence and command center.
In the VIP room of the terminal building, Fernando Resno was listening to Richard's action report. Unlike several other Skull and Bones leaders who came from rough backgrounds, this Brazilian came from a wealthy family and always considered himself to be elegant.
Soldiers fight just to prove that they are different.
"You mean, there was a guy named Victor Hugo who interfered in your actions and caused your failure, right?" Fernando sat on the leather sofa, shaking the wine in his hand, and sneered. Look.
Richard wanted to open his mouth, but he shook his head slightly and said: "No, no, don't explain. I don't want to hear any explanation, I just want the old man Alan Derek.
I need him to disable the Aurora's security system, activate the central intelligence on the ship, and tell me how to make the two nuclear reactors on the ship work normally. Of course, the two nuclear reactors are indeed working normally now, but there is no Alan Derry.
Ke, I always feel uneasy."
Fernando Resno was very satisfied with the Aurora, very satisfied, extremely satisfied. But he was satisfied, but he was unable to gain control of the ship because the highly intelligent control center was shut down.
Only the captain and first mate have the authority to restart the control center. Now that the captain has disappeared, first mate Alan Derek has become 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 hand, but I have all kinds of daily necessities. Go and have a good meal
Come on, then continue working." Fernando Resno waved his hand, indicating that Richard could leave, "I hope to hear your good news next time I see you."
The entire work report was basically a performance by Fernando Resno. Richard couldn't get in a word and felt extremely depressed. He ran to the restaurant in the terminal alone, and the chef prepared a meal for him.
Something that would make for a 'good meal'.
"Uh..., what is this?" Richard looked at the pink meat on his plate and felt..., he couldn't tell how he felt. He was obviously hungry, but he felt repelled by the food in front of him.
The cook said coldly, "Sparm."
"Spammy luncheon meat?"
"That's right."
"Damn it, I hate luncheon meat." Richard picked up his fork and ate a small piece. It tasted very disgusting. If it were before the catastrophe, even the poorest homeless man would not eat this thing.
But now he, a senior agent of the Skull and Bones Intelligence Department, actually eats this.
"Mr. Richard, don't you want to eat the rest?" A man from the Operations Department came over and seemed to be greedy for the remaining pieces of Richard's meat.
"You can eat." Richard felt he was full.
In less than half a minute, the man ate up the rest of the spam, as if he was not satisfied. Richard couldn't help but asked: "Do you think it tastes good?"
"I haven't eaten meat for a week, and it tastes great." He wiped the oil from his mouth and said with a smile, "It is said that someone recently shipped a large amount of canned Spam luncheon meat from the sea to the black market.
Mr. Resno bought all these cans and distributed them to his soldiers as military supplies."
"A large amount? If it's a large amount, no one will grab it?"
"Because it wasn't shipped all at once, and the person selling the cans was very careful and even recruited some kids from the black market to transport and trade for him, so he couldn't rob much. And because this batch of cans solved a large part of the military supply problem,
Mr. Resnor has given orders to ensure that this transaction continues."
Luncheon meat can be regarded as a normal consumer food. Some people like it and some don't. This news was just a casual conversation after a meal. You should have heard it and forgotten it. But just when Richard was about to leave, a lame man with a slovenly appearance walked out.
I walked to him and sat down with a bang.
"Cook, bring me lunch." The lame man greeted him. He looked at Richard with a smile, stretched out his hand and said, "Hi... Richard, my name is Guzman, and from now on we will
They are just partners."
Richard looked stunned, "What do you mean by partner?"
"Mr. Resno said that you were in some trouble. There was a boy named Victor Hugo who gave you a headache, so he sent me to help." Guzman chuckled, "I am happy to help you.
.”
Richard's face fell again, "Are you the Guzman who tried to assassinate Mr. Resno and surrendered immediately when he found that nothing could be done?"
"Ah, yes." Guzman was thick-skinned and didn't care about the sarcasm in Richard's words. "Believe me, I know Victor Hugo very well. I will definitely be able to help you catch that damned man."
That boy, chop off his head, cut off his limbs, cut open his belly, and let him go to hell."
Guzman was gesticulating with his hands and feet and speaking very enthusiastically. However, when the cook brought a piece of spam, he turned his head and yelled: "Why spam again? I've been here for three days, breakfast spam."
, Chinese food is Spam, dinner is also Spam, don’t you order anything else?”
"Whatever is sold on the black market, I will cook here. Don't ask for too much." The cook didn't care about Guzman's complaints and had a bad attitude of "eat what you like, and throw away if you don't."
"What the hell." Guzman couldn't help it. He looked at the pink meat and felt the pain and helplessness of wanting to see God. But even so, he could only endure the nausea and eat it.
Spam is not bad at first, and the taste and texture are okay. But if you eat this greasy and greasy thing every day, it can drive you crazy.
Seeing Guzman frowning and putting a can of Sesparm in his mouth with a painful expression, Richard felt sad for him. He asked from the side: "Who is Victor Hugo in the Brotherhood of Steel?"
Situation? I would like to know some details."
"What else could he do? He was a mercenary like me, sent to assassinate Mr. Resnor. But how could that kid save Alan Derek? I don't know. I only know that the kid was very naughty.
, you must be careful to guard against him, he may cause you to suffer big losses at some point."
While talking and eating, Guzman also complained about the disgusting taste of Spam with a very resentful expression, "Who on earth got this Spam? I hate this person, he ruined my last good impression of food."
, this is simply forcing me to eat shit. I hate him, hate him, hate him!"
"This seems to have been sent by Victor Hugo." The subordinate of the action team said weakly.
"What?" Guzman and Richard screamed, both feeling that something extremely bad had happened.
The man from the action team was frightened by the scream, and his tone dropped three points again, saying: "This is an open secret, it's just tacitly understood by everyone. Now people in the black market know that these cans are Victor.
Sent."
"Could that guy put poison in the can?" Richard's face turned pale, and he immediately thought of conspiracy theories.
Everyone looked at the cook who was cooking Spam, but the cook scratched his head and sneered: "Who would put poison in a can made nearly a hundred years ago? This guy is old enough to be my grandfather."
"Nearly a hundred years ago?" Richard and Guzman were even more surprised.
An empty Spam can was thrown out with a clang. After seeing the year label on it, both Richard and Guzman felt like they were about to cry. What they were eating was actually a US military can from World War II. This
Something that once made American soldiers frightened!
Guzman was in a daze at first, then in a daze, and finally went crazy. He cursed loudly: "Bastard Victor Hugo, he actually gave me such a damn can, I'm going to kill him!"