1998: C1998 A dead rabbit and a dead dog are cooked

C1998 A dead rabbit and a dead dog are cooked

A self-driving car stopped at the side of the road. Xia Lei walked out of the forest by the side of the road, opened the car door and got into the car. There were two bags in the car, full.

"Master, I've already prepared clothes for you, as well as the cosmetics that you need." Xiaoqian's voice came out from the speaker in the car.

Xia Lei said: "Drive the car back to New York City."

"Okay, master. You should change your clothes. Hurry up and change." Xiaoqian urged.

Xia Lei opened a bag and inside was a Nike sports outfit, a pair of ball shoes, socks and a pair of underwear. He took the clothes out and tossed the bag on the rearview mirror. It wasn't just a rearview mirror. It also had a camera that monitored the passengers.

"Master, what do you mean? How can I see you changing clothes while you're blocking the camera? " Xiaoqian's voice.

"What's the use of looking?" Xia Lei started to change his clothes.

"Master, you make me sad by saying this. One day, I will make a perfect body, make organs out of biological materials, and make bones out of x alloy. At that time, I will be a real woman. " Xiaoqian's voice.

Xia Lei's heart skipped a beat. If Xiaoqian had really done it, then wouldn't it become a robot that had its own way of thinking? The fictitious plot in some sci-fi movies may become a reality. However, this was just a sudden thought and he was not worried about it. The Xiaoqian he created was only a coquettish "girl" who liked to sell, and not the kind of terrifying artificial intelligence who wanted to destroy the world.

After changing his clothes, Xia Lei opened another bag. This bag contained a lot of cosmetics. There were also some silicone masks and such that could be used to make human skin. Material for the mask. He started making human skins in the car. He had never forgotten the culinary skills that his father Xia Changhe had left behind for the sake of the mask.

"Xiaoqian, give me the latest information." Xia Lei had created the human skin. said the mask.

"Okay master, after the explosion, I monitored Maria's phone call. She made a phone call with Ronan and arranged to meet Ronan at the Emerald Villa on Long Island tonight. Ronan agreed that he would go to Long Island to meet with Maria tonight. I didn't try to listen in on Ronan's phone call, because that guy's location is in Langley. Xiaoqian said.

"This information is enough." Xia Lei said as he removed the bag on the rearview mirror. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror, his eyes cold.

"Master, there's another piece of information." Xiaoqian's voice rang, "Not long after the explosion, someone posted a piece of news online. They said that the genius biologist Xia Rebirth from Grand China met with an accident and was killed by the explosion while visiting the thousand-year-old biotech company. I followed him, and though he set up a dozen barriers, I found him. It was an IP from the Lockheed Martin Corp, and the one who released the news was Kirsten.

Kirsten?

Xia Lei was slightly stunned when he heard this name. He did not forget about the first time he left Earth. He clearly remembered that he had killed Kirsten, but the information that Xiaoqian gave him turned out to be Kirsten. However, he did not find it strange after a brief moment of astonishment.

Kirsten, he is a monster that Ixtab created. From a genetic standpoint, he was Da Vinci. However, it was clear that he did not possess any of Da Vinci's soul or memories. He was just a biochemical human. Since Ixtab could create the first one, then he could create the second one. As long as Ixtab was willing, she could even create a thousand, ten thousand Kirsten s, and form an army of Kirsten!

Right now, there was no point in investigating the identity of the Kirsten who released this news.

"Master, we don't have any other information for now." Xiaoqian's voice.

Xia Lei said: "Alright, let's drive."

It was impossible for Ixtab to not know about his visit to the United States this time. But neither Ixtab nor Kirsten appeared. They only used Ronan to set a super bomb trap for him. And there was also Carcia Ruiz, whom he had arranged to meet in the US. He had come, but Carcia Ruiz had not appeared.

In the past, it was him who avoided his opponent, causing every step he took to be alarmed.

Right now, his opponent was hiding from him, not daring to show his face.

Kirsten was easy to deal with, but it would be difficult to find two pure energy individual's enemies.

What should he do next?

Xia Lei fell into deep thought ?

As night fell, Long Island shone like a pearl under the night sky.

Several Nighthawk helicopters swept across the churning Atlantic Ocean, leaving the Montek Lighthouse behind in the blink of an eye. The ancient lighthouse was the guide of the Europeans who had come to the American continent to dream, and the light was still on.

A few minutes later, several helicopters landed in an ancient manor. Its main structure looked no younger than the Montek Lighthouse, its walls covered with moss and in some places even growing grass. Surrounding it was a verdant meadow and a great expanse of vineyards. Long Island is rich in wine, and Emerald Manor was a winery a hundred years ago. This was where Maria's family had started.

Ronan jumped down from a night hawk helicopter and was escorted by a group of CIA agents towards the main building of the Jadeite Manor.

Maria and a group of bodyguards welcomed them with a smile, "Mr. Ronan, I have prepared dinner. Let's eat together, we can talk while we eat."

Ronan said: "I have also prepared what you want, the orders from the Defense Department, and the compensation for the loss you have suffered this time."

Maria smiled even wider, "Mr. Ronan, please follow me." Then she said to Bendelhan, "Call Mr. Ronan's entourage."

Banderham nodded. "Okay."

Ronan turned his head back and looked. He didn't say anything, nor did he make any movements.

The dining room of the Jadeite Manor was old, but every detail was noble and luxurious.

At the dining table, Ronan placed a document bag in front of Maria, "Miss Maria, everything you want is inside."

Maria opened the folder and pulled out the file. But at that moment she froze. It was not the DOD contract she wanted, and there was no indemnity check. It was a thick stack of white paper.

"Mr. Ronan, what do you mean?" Maria's eyes were filled with rage, "In order to coordinate with the operation in there, the thousand-year-old biotech company was even bombed, yet you gave me this?"

Ronan picked up a crystal goblet on the dining table, and revealed a cold smile on his face. "I pay my respects to you for your patriotism and the price you have paid."

"Damn it!" "You have to give me an explanation!"

Tuk, tuk, tuk ?

A strange sound came from outside the window, and a flame even stronger than the light of a lamp. It was the sound of guns with silencers, Ronan's men had already made their move.

"You ?" Maria tensed, fear spreading through every nerve.

Bang!

The door to the dining room burst open.

Upon seeing Banderham, a glimmer of hope lit up in Maria's heart. However, just as she was about to ask Banderham for help, Banderham fell to the ground. There were a few gunshot wounds on his back that were emitting smoke. Fresh blood gushed out from the wounds, wetting his clothes in the blink of an eye.

The white man who nodded towards Ronan appeared at the door and spoke in a low voice, "Chief, everything has been settled."

Ronan said indifferently, "Alright, go and search if there are any other survivors. Leave Miss Maria to me."

"Yes." The white agent left the dining room, closing the door behind him.

"You ?" Maria stood up from the dining chair, her face devoid of any color and her voice trembling, "You ? you want to kill me?"

Ronan also stood up from the dining chair, "Rather than giving you money and a contract to satisfy your desires and make you shut up, I might as well kill you and shut you up forever. Moreover, there was no need to spend money. "You are a genius at doing business, you should know what kind of choice is the most beneficial, right?"

"No, no, you can't kill me. My family won't stop. You know our family ?"

Ronan interrupted her, "They will die too."

Maria suddenly rushed to the door. However, she only ran two steps before falling onto the ground. For the sake of being beautiful, she wore heels that were seven inches high. But even if she was wearing the world's most expensive running shoes, she wouldn't be able to escape. The CIA controlled the place.

Ronan walked over to Maria, "It's useless, you know too much. If you want to blame something, blame your greed. You want to get that kid's vaccine. But my master only wants that kid's life, and a mouth that's always closed. "

"Your master?" Maria said in a trembling voice, "President?"

Ronan extended his hand out and grabbed Maria's neck, suddenly using force.

"Wuu ? wuu ?" "Howl!" Maria struggled but Ronan's hands were like iron pincers clamping onto her neck, unable to break free. Her breathing became more and more difficult, and her face was flushed from the lack of blood.

As Ronan increased the power in his hands, he sneered: "President? I am the President, and my master is the god who will rule this world. "

Maria could no longer make any sounds. Her consciousness was drowsy from the lack of oxygen in her brain. She was like a person who had fallen into a swamp and was about to be devoured by it.1

Tuk, tuk, tuk ?

Suddenly, there was a soft sound of gunfire outside the window, followed by someone screaming in pain.

Ronan suddenly shifted his gaze outside the window. Two seconds later, his gaze moved towards the entrance of the dining hall.

Bang!

The dining room door burst open and a white man rushed in.

To be exact, it was thrown in by someone. After knocking open the dining room door, he laid down on the oak floor without moving. A piece of the back of his head was missing, and brain matter and blood were gushing out.

The white man was the commander of the CIA agents who had brought him here.

The light at the door dimmed, and an Asian middle-aged man appeared at the door. In his hand was a SCAR assault rifle with a silencer, and a blond scalp glued to the butt.

It was not hard to tell that he had emptied his bullets and used the butt of his gun to smash the back of the field agent Commander's head.

"Good evening, Mr. Ronan." He went into the dining room.

He had the appearance of a middle-aged man, but his voice was that of a child's. It gave people a feeling that he hadn't fully developed yet.

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