"What's the name?" Anthony asked at the person who sent it without raising his head.

"Vladimir Lornia," the person who sent the box woke up from the shock that the New York City criminals had a nuclear bomb in their hands. He was slightly stunned and immediately answered honestly.

"Vladimir, right? Let's talk about it, how did your boss transport the goods into New York." After playing the documents repeatedly, Anthony threw the player aside, looked at the delivery person in front of him and said lightly.

"Mr. Anthony, I am the one who is responsible for handing over the things to you. The boss has never even mentioned the nuclear bombs to me," Vladimir replied with a wry smile.

In fact, he is still confused. After all, even if he is a person with a big heart, he cannot guarantee that he will not feel disturbed when facing a nuclear bomb that can make New York City think it is flat.

"According to common sense, you should be the one he trusts most. Now you tell me that you have no idea of ​​your boss doing such a big thing. Do you think if you were me, would you believe it?" Anthony smiled.

Before the other party could answer, Anthony pulled out the cigar in his hand, stood up and walked to him, patted his shoulder gently, and then released a malicious thought that was enough to suffocate ordinary people and said lightly: "You know, this is a nuclear bomb that can blow New York, my home! into ruins, so you'd better think about it carefully before answering it, and then answering my question is not too late!"

It has to be said that under the deadly threat, people may indeed burst out with infinite potential. Under the pressure of Anthony's suffocating momentum, Vladimir's brain ran quickly, and many bits that he had overlooked quickly appeared in his mind, and then quickly organized. The context of how his boss transported this nuclear bomb into New York had probably formed a blurry picture in his mind.

"Mr. Anthony, I seem to have some impression. If I was not wrong, it should be like this..." Then Vladimir told Anthony everything he guessed. After Anthony sorted out all the things he did, he couldn't help but admire Peter's boldness.

"I didn't expect that Peter actually has talent in this area. It's a pity that I discovered it a little late. Otherwise, there should be a wider space for cooperation between us," Anthony smiled with regret, and then sat back to his seat. It's not easy for Peter to transport the nuclear bomb to a metropolitan city like New York.

Just as he ordered Gin to take Vladimir down for placement and ordered people to accept the group of people entrusted to him by Peter, Dick called in and said it was Colson of SHIELD and wanted to talk to Anthony.

"Is Colson? Interesting, I came to see me at this time. It seems that the situation in New York during this period made our S.H.E.D. Director was a little unable to sit still," Anthony chuckled, then glanced at the player at his hand, pondered for a moment, and then directly ordered Dick: "Let him wait for me in the reception room, I also want to talk to them about something."

In the reception room of Caesar Palace, Colson calmly savored the black tea in the cup. The expression of Gu Jing Bubo could not tell at all that he had been waiting here for half an hour.

"Sir, do we have to continue waiting?" After looking at the time again, the Iron Cavalry couldn't help but bent down and asked in Colesle's ear.

In fact, if it is normal, she would not say anything if the Iron Cavalry stayed in one place for three days and three nights. After all, she was a professional agent and the best among the agents. But the situation outside is so tense now. On the way just now, the bureaucrats from the New York City government directly bypassed the one-eyed director and gave Colson the last ultimatum, hoping that he would solve the trouble in New York within three days, otherwise, New York City would not welcome him to stay here.

This is also the reason why the Iron Cavalry is so impatient. They don’t have much time left. If you have that time here to accompany Anthony, the gang leader and the arms dealer, it’s better to go out and try your luck, and maybe you will get more rewards.

"Of course you have to wait," Colson put down the black teacup with a calm expression, then looked up at a rather hidden surveillance probe in the oblique corner and smiled: "Because the person we are waiting for can't see what he wants to see, they will naturally give up these boring tricks and meet us."

Just as his words had not yet come to an end, the door was opened, and several bodyguards dressed in came in first, followed by Anthony and Gin stepping into the door.

"Mr. Anthony, we're meeting again," Colson stood up to greet him, smiling and stretched out his hand to greet him.

"Agent Colson, no, I should call you the branch chief now. I'm so sorry. I still have some things to deal with just now, so I've been waiting for you for a long time," Anthony glanced at Colson with a sincere smile on his face, then reached out to shake him, and invited Colson to sit together.

The two sides chatted casually for a few words that they didn't even believe in. Then Colson looked at the time and went straight to the topic, and began to discuss with Anthony about his real purpose today.

"In other words, Mr. Colson hopes that I can provide you with information about Mrs. Gao and others?" Anthony looked at Colson in front of him with a playful look and chuckled.

"No," Colson nodded.

Anthony leaned gently and brought himself closer to Colson and chuckled, "But why did I do this? You know, in a sense, Mrs. Gao and I should be considered our own people."

"Are you really your own people? Mr. Anthony," Colson said with a smile, saying, "Isn't that Jin Bing dead too unjust?"

"Kim is not the same," Anthony said lightly: "He hurt my family, no one can hurt my family."

Colson looked at Anthony's extremely serious face, was silent for a moment, and then missed the topic directly and said bluntly: "Mr. Anthony, let's not have much time left, so I won't tell you something illusory. Let's talk about the actual, visible benefits."

"I'm a little interested in this, let's talk about it," Anthony lit a cigar again and spitted out the mist.

"As long as Mr. Anthony can provide us Mrs. Gao and their whereabouts and we arrest them, I can make the decision. Their open industries can be chosen by Mr. Anthony. As for the territory they secretly, it depends on your means," Colson said seriously.

"How many can I choose?" Anthony asked with a smile.

"Twenty percent, this is our bottom line. After all, all we need is the information provided by Mr. Anthony, and it is us who really takes action," Colson replied.

"This ratio is not enough," although Anthony didn't care about some of the assets on Mrs. Gao and the others, he decided to disguise himself and make himself look greedy, so he opened his mouth and said, "Sixty percent, this is my bottom line. After all, without my intelligence, you can't do anything."

"Impossible, Mr. Anthony," Colson said coldly, "A lot of their arrests have been put into force, and they cannot allow the division of interests in this way. Twenty-five percent is our ultimate bottom line."

"That's it," Anthony couldn't help but squint his eyes when he heard this, pretending to think for a moment and then said directly: "This way, I can make concessions in terms of interests. Twenty-five percent is 25%, but I want to compensate. If you agree, you should be able to arrest most of them tonight."

"What compensation?" Colson asked in a deep voice.

"I'm going to pick something from your sandbox base," Anthony offered the condition.

"This is impossible!" Colson lost his composure and stood up: "Mr. Anthony, I don't know how you know that the sandbox base exists, but I must solemnly tell you that this base is a secret base for our bureau to isolate biochemical dangerous goods. Everything inside will cause a huge disaster if it is not properly disposed of.

So don’t say that I don’t have the right to decide on the sandbox base. Even if I have the relevant rights, I will never agree to your conditions!”

"That's nothing to talk about," Anthony leaned back and took a deep sip of the cigar and smiled: "Then walk slowly and don't send it away, remember to close the door."

Colson looked at Anthony deeply when he heard this, then remained silent for a moment and said to Anthony with a serious look on his face: "Mr. Anthony, I still hope you can consider my proposal carefully. After all, this is a favorable condition for both of us. I will come later. I hope I can hear a different answer by then."

"You're still here, I don't object to this," Anthony said lightly to Colson, who was about to go out: "But I hope you can ask your director to come again. I think he should make a different choice from you."

"Even if I ask the director," Colson said without looking back: "The things in the sandbox base are far more dangerous than Mrs. Gao and the Clown."

"Is that true?" Anthony chuckled, "It seems that the situation between you and the clown these days has quite satisfied you. It actually makes you feel that he is just like this."

"What does Mr. Anthony mean?" Colson frowned slightly when he heard this, and couldn't help but stop and look back and forth at Anthony in confusion.

"The clown is not that simple. The reason why you have been able to be with him these days is because Mrs. Gao and the others are pulling his legs behind him," Anthony stood up with a chuckling smile and came to Colson and said, "But they can't tie this madman forever. Then you will see his real face."

"What does Mr. Anthony want to say?" Colson looked at Anthony who was so close to him, and for some reason he suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Follow Ukraine, it seems like a nuclear bomb was lost there." After Anthony said this, he gently patted Colson, who was a little dull, and walked out of the room.

"Nuclear...nuclear bomb!?"
Chapter completed!