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

The terminal was built more than 30 years ago, but has been renovated in recent years and is still luxurious.

The space in the terminal is spacious and the ancillary facilities are complete, and he has become one of the five leaders of the Skull and Bones Guild - Fernando. Resno's official residence and command center.

In the VIP lounge of the terminal, Fernando. Resno is listening to a report on Richard's actions.

Unlike the other leaders of the Skull and Bones Guild who came from a wealthy family, the Brazilian came from a wealthy family and considered himself elegant and fought in the army only to prove that he was different.

"You mean, there's a guy named Victor. Hugo's guy meddled in your actions and led to your defeat, right? ”

Fernando sat on a leather couch with wine in his hand and a sneer coming out of his mouth.

De 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 Alan. Derek, that old man. I need him to disarm the Aurora's security systems, activate the ship's central intelligence, and show me how to get the ship's two nuclear reactors working. Of course, now the two nuclear reactors are indeed working normally, but without Allen. Derek, I'm always not reassured. ”

Fernando. Resno was very happy with the Aurora, very satisfied, extremely satisfied.

But he couldn't get control of the ship, because the highly intelligent control center was shut down.

The authority to restart the control center is only available to the captain and the first mate, and now the captain is gone, and the first mate Allen. Derek became the key.

If there is no Alan. Derek, the Aurora is worth a lot of money.

"Richard, I trust you so much. I also know that you are working very hard for me, so I will not treat you badly. And I don't have anything else in my hand, all kinds of daily necessities are, go and have a good meal, and then continue to work. ”

Fernando. Resno waved his hand and motioned for Richard to go, "I hope to hear good news from you next time I see you." ”

The whole debriefing is basically Fernando. Resno's performance alone, Richard couldn't insert a word, he only felt extremely depressed.

He ran to the terminal restaurant alone, and the cook prepared something for him to 'have a good meal'.

"Uh......, what is this?"

The pink piece of meat on Richard's plate felt ......, and I couldn't say what it felt.

He was obviously hungry, but he was repulsed by the food in front of him.

The cook said coldly, "Spam." ”

"Spam luncheon meat?"

"That's right."

"Damn it, I hate luncheon meat."

Richard picked up his fork and ate a small piece, which tasted very greasy.

If it had been before the cataclysm, I am afraid that even the poorest homeless people would not have eaten it.

But now he is a senior agent of the Intelligence Department of the Skull and Bones Society, and he actually eats this.

"Mr. Richard, won't you eat the rest?"

One of the operations subordinates approached, and the remaining pieces of meat seemed to be greedy.

"You can eat."

Richard felt full.

In less than half a minute, his men ate the rest of the Spam with a look of dissatisfaction.

Richard couldn't help but ask, "Do you think it's delicious?" ”

"I haven't eaten meat for a week and it tastes great."

The subordinate wiped the oil from his mouth, and said with a smile: "It is said that a large number of canned Spam luncheon meat has recently been brought from the sea to the black market, and Mr. Resno bought all of these cans and distributed them to his soldiers as military quartermasters."

"Massive? If there is a large amount of it, no one will grab it? ”

"Because it was not delivered all at once, and the canned food seller was very careful, and he also recruited some children from the black market to transport and trade for him, and he couldn't grab much. And because the cans solved a large part of the munitions problem, Mr. Resno had ordered that the deal should be continued. ”

Luncheon meat is also considered a normal consumer food, some people like it and some people don't.

The news was a casual after-dinner chatter that should have been heard and forgotten, but just as Richard was about to leave, a sloppy lame man walked up to him and sat down with a thud.

"Cook, bring me lunch."

The lame man greeted, and Chad, who was smiling again, stretched out his hand and said, "Hi ......, Richard, my name is Guzmán, and we will be partners from now on." ”

Richard's face was stunned, "What partner are you talking about?" ”

"Mr. Resno said you're in some trouble, there's a guy named Victor. Hugo's kid gave you a lot of headaches, so he sent me to help. ”

Guzmán laughed, "I'd be happy to help you with that." ”

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

"Ah, yes."

Guzmán was thick-skinned and unconcerned about the sarcasm in Richard's words, "Trust me, I'm sorry for Victor. Hugo knew it well. I'll be able to help you catch that hateful brat, chop off his head, cut off his limbs, cut open his belly, and send him to hell. ”

Guzmán gestured with his hands and feet, and spoke with great force.

But when the cook brought him a copy of Spam, he turned his face and exclaimed, "Why Spam again?" I've been here for three days, breakfast spam, Chinese spam, dinner is spam, don't you order anything else? ”

"Whatever is sold in the black market, I will do it here, don't ask too much."

The cook didn't care about Guzmán's complaints, and had a bad attitude of 'eat if you like, and pull down if you don't'.

"Hell."

Guzmán couldn't help it, his red flesh had a kind of pain and helplessness to see God.

But even so, he could only endure the nausea and eat.

Spam's thing was not bad at first, and it tasted okay.

But if this oily and greasy thing is eaten every day, it can make people crazy.

Zman frowned, and the can of Spam in his mouth with a painful expression, and Richard felt sorry for the other party.

He asked, "Victor. What was Hugo's status in the Brotherhood of Steel? I would like to know a little bit of details. ”

"What else? As a mercenary like me, he was sent to assassinate Mr. Resno. But how could that kid go and save Allen. Derek, I don't know. All I know is that kid is very ghostly, and you have to be careful to guard him, maybe at some point it will make you suffer a big loss. ”

Guzmán ate as he spoke, complaining about Spam's disgusting taste with an extremely resentful expression, "Who got Spam here?" I hate this guy, he ruined the last bit of good feeling I had about food, it literally forced me to eat. I hate him, hate him, hate him! ”

"This seems to be Victor. Sent by Hugo. ”

The squad member said weakly.

"What?"

Guzmán and Richard screamed, and they both sensed that something very bad had happened.

The man from the squad was startled by the screams, and his tone lowered again, saying, "It's an open secret, it's just a tacit secret. Now people on the black market know that these cans are Victor. Hugo was sent from. ”

"Is that guy going to poison the can?"

Richard's face turned pale, and conspiracy theories came to his mind immediately.

Everyone was cooking Spam's cook, but the cook sneered, "Who would have poisoned a can nearly a hundred years ago?" This thing is old enough to be my grandfather. ”

"Nearly a hundred years ago?"

Richard and Guzmán were even more surprised.

An empty Spam bin clattered out, and after the vintage label on the face, both Richard and Guzmán felt like they were going to cry.

They actually ate canned food from the U.S. Army during World War II.

This thing once terrified the American soldiers!

Guzmán was in a daze, then stunned, and finally mad.

He shouted and scolded, "Bastard Victor. Hugo, he actually gave me this damn can, I'm going to kill him! ”

(To be continued.)

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