Chapter 646 Is This a Coincidence or an Accident?

Damon Stada's face was blue and red, and he looked very ugly.

He didn't expect that Shen Jiannan would dare to be so strong knowing that he was from the phantom, and he didn't expect that someone had already come behind him, but he didn't notice it.

As a former Cobra special forces lieutenant, this is undoubtedly a huge shame.

Under the threat of Tang Dunhou and his party, Damon Starda untied the weapon he was carrying, but stared directly at Shen Jiannan.

"Mr. Shen, I hope you know what you are doing? This is Wall Street and Manhattan. Are you ready for the price of doing this?"

cost?

Shen Jiannan finally raised his head and looked at Damon Stada with a disdainful smile.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stada Security Advisor. But here, I have the final say. If you don't mind, we can go now."

Damon Stada's face was gloomy. Although Shen Jiannan was apologetic in his words, his tone and attitude did not imply apologetic at all.

Damon Stada didn't like the arrogance shown by Shen Jiannan very much. In Manhattan, New York, and even the entire United States, no one had ever dared to be so aggressive when he knew he was a phantom.

Never had.

But thinking of what Mr. Steward had explained, Damon Stada suppressed the urge to explode.

"please!"

Shen Jiannan didn't care about Damon Starda's stiff and cold invitation, got up and straightened his suit, and winked at Tang Dunhou.

Tang Dunhou understood, and handed the unloaded pistol to Damon Stada and his companions again, and followed Shen Jiannan out of the office door.

humiliation.

Naked humiliation.

What is the difference between a pistol that has lost its bullets and scrap iron?

Damon Stada tightly gripped the pistol in his hand, and the veins on his wrist emerged. He stared at the back of Shen Jiannan and his party, gnashing his teeth angrily.

He knew exactly what the mission of this trip was.

Phantom needs to become a partner with First International Capital, but as the host, the cooperation must be led by Phantom.

It is necessary to have all the initiative.

But this damn guy, now he has taken the right to lead, and he falls behind, like a follower.

"Mr. Starda Consultant, aren't you going to lead the way?"

asshole!

Damon Stada cursed angrily, very dissatisfied that Shen Jiannan used him like a follower.

But due to his duties, he had no choice but to walk out of the office and lead the way in front.

The entrance of the building.

A Cadillac was parked by the side of the road. Damon Stada gestured to Shen Jiannan, and got into the car with his companion.

Someone from the shadow team drove Shen Jiannan's Rolls-Royce over, and the group got into the car, followed by the Cadillac that was slowly leading the way, and galloped on the flat asphalt road.

Along the way through the city and through the suburbs, the surrounding gradually opened up but also seemed a bit desolate.

Tang Dunhou glanced at the sky, feeling tense and nervous.

A helicopter hovered high in the sky, following at a close distance, and Tang Dunhou realized from the time he left Manhattan that the helicopter seemed to be aimed at his group.

Although this Rolls-Royce is custom-made for anti-armor penetration, if it is targeted by a gunship helicopter, I am afraid it will not be too easy.

It was the first time that Tang Dunhou felt what a behemoth was like when someone sent an armed helicopter to patrol.

The car is getting farther and farther away, and the more you go, the more remote. Not long ago, you could see some people sporadically, but now there are hillside forests and ravines on both sides of the road. From time to time, you can see wild animals coming and going, as if you are in a virgin forest.

What the hell is this place?

Tang Dunhou couldn't help cheering up 120 percent.

He has been in the United States for a while, and he knows that in the United States, only middle-class or poor people live in high-rise residences like air prisons, and the real rich live in the suburbs.

But this place doesn't look like a suburb at all, but like a wilderness.

Shen Jiannan could see Tang Dunhou's vigilance, but in fact, he was also very complicated.

I have known for a long time that Morgan has a profound background, but it is only when I really get in touch with it that I know how profound it is.

Not long ago, he had seen a large line of words hanging on the signboard of a place - private territory.

That is to say, in fact, they entered the territory of Morgan Manor ten minutes ago, but they were driving at a speed of 60 kilometers, but they have not seen the buildings of the manor until now.

Such a size of private territory is probably unimaginable in China.

Not to mention anything else, the construction of an ordinary golf course has to bear a lot of criticism and pressure. If this kind of private land of several hundred hectares is placed in China, I am afraid that even the gods will not be able to create it.

It is still a happy capitalist country!

Or, find a place to build a holiday manor for yourself?

The manor in New York can't hunt birds. This place is open, with the sky as the ground and the ground as the bed. It should be quite fun to engage in field battles.

Finally, the endless dense forest seemed to come to an end, the car slowed down slowly, and the surroundings gradually opened up, maybe it had reached the destination.

But Tang Dunhou's nerves were stretched to the limit.

Not far away, you can see seven or eight people in suits and leather shoes standing on the road with rifles in hand. What's even more exaggerated is that a guy is actually carrying a single-soldier rocket launcher in his hand.

"Boss...it seems to be a military restricted area ahead?"

Suddenly, Tang Dunhou whispered solemnly.

Honestly.

Shen Jiannan really wanted to scold her.

The bodyguards were so blatant that they almost looked like an army, and probably only a family like Morgan could make such a big battle.

Although First International Capital is rich now, compared with this kind of old family, it is simply a world of difference.

Rockefeller, I'm afraid he is just as tough!

"Don't worry, just cooperate later."

As the Cadillac stopped in front, Shen Jiannan signaled to stop the car in front of Luka, and gave Tang Dun a kind word.

Tang Dunhou nodded, what can he do if this kind of place does not cooperate.

Soon, the car gradually stopped, and Damon Stada got out of the car and walked straight to Shen Jiannan and his party. Although he didn't have a smile on his face, his eyes seemed to be laughing wildly.

"I'm sorry, everyone. Morgan Manor prohibits carrying weapons. I need to check your belongings."

The same tone, the same words.

Tang Dunhou communicated with the two fellow team members, his face showed anger, and he felt for the first time what retribution came so quickly.

dog days.

Under the instructions of Shen Jiannan, several people were searched by Damon Stada.

Not long after, three pistols, six grenades, and three military daggers were found from the three of them.

Damon Starda raised his eyebrows, looked at Tang Dunhou provocatively and said, "Now, these things must be kept by us."

"Fake."

Humiliated by Damon Stada, Tang Dunhou cursed a word angrily.

Damon Stada laughed, his exasperation can only mean powerlessness, just like the kind of treatment he received not long ago, it feels really great to get back on the scene now.

Shen Jiannan was also searched, but compared to the rude treatment Tang Dunhou and the others received, it can be said to be a kind of enjoyment.

A female bodyguard with a good figure touched his whole body, and finally stopped at the weapon that every man would carry.

For ordinary people, this may be an eclectic enjoyment. But Shen Jiannan really couldn't accept this kind of enjoyment, so he quickly jumped to prevent the female bodyguard from continuing to check.

"Stop! Stop!"

Damon Stada stopped the female bodyguard's movements and showed a smug smile.

"Mr. Shen is a distinguished guest of Mr. Hunter Jr., and there is no need to check."

No need to check, you said so early.

Shen Jiannan was also helpless, both depressed and admired by Morgan's family's methods.

There is no need to check, what a lie!

Getting a good-looking woman to check him makes people unable to express any dissatisfaction, and his gentlemanly demeanor is completely lost with a simple move, and the initiative that he has seized by force is also lost in an instant.

Thanks to Morgan!

"Mr. Shen, I'm sorry, in order to protect the natural environment here, cars are prohibited from entering the manor, we need to change to other means of transportation."

Damon Stada led a group of people through the checkpoint. Within a few minutes, the line of sight gradually opened up, and a white marble awning appeared in front of everyone.

Tang Dunhou and his two companions looked at each other in blank dismay, and Shen Jiannan was also dumbfounded.

There was a row of scooters neatly placed under the awning. Damon Stada pulled the armrest of one scooter and stood on it, indicating that this was the means of transportation to be transferred.

electric scooter.

That's right, an electric scooter.

There is almost no difference from the electric scooters of the later era. It can be folded and looks very light.

Even if I knew it earlier, many things may have existed for many years before they were popularized, and I often enjoy this technology that exceeds the understanding of ordinary people.

But when he suddenly saw this fashionable electric scooter that became popular twenty years later, Shen Jiannan still felt a sense of space-time confusion.

Fortunately, he didn't know that this thing actually existed a hundred years ago.

"please!"

Damon Stada politely made an invitation gesture to several people.

But with a smug smile on his face, there was a faint expectation of watching a joke.

This is a scooter customized by General Electric for Morgan Manor. It is not available in the market. When normal people use it for the first time, they will often behave embarrassingly because they cannot grasp the parallelism.

"Monkey, you just wait here for me."

After explaining to Tang Dunhou and the others, Shen Jiannan adjusted the folded scooter familiarly, turned on the switch, and took the lead in the direction of the manor that he could already see.

Damon Stada was obviously stunned for a moment, feeling a little disappointed in his heart, and ordered his subordinates to entertain Tang Dunhou and the others, so he had to follow quickly. ,

Wangshan ran dead horses, and the sea of ​​desire was endless.

Standing at the entrance of the villa, a white manor is obviously not far away.

But in fact, the distance is still very far.

Stepping on the electric scooter, the green lawn undulated and slowly retreated. It took a full 20 minutes to reach the front of the manor.

Damon Stada didn't mean to make things difficult on purpose. Along the way, he could see many people dressed as bodyguards, riding the same scooters, patrolling back and forth.

In the entire manor, there are no vehicles or other means of transportation.

Soon, a French Renaissance castle-style building became clear. The appearance of Indiana limestone blocks looked full of thickness, and the black iron gate and the atmosphere of time precipitation showed a majestic momentum.

The garden lawn in front of the villa has a beautiful view, and the sound of the waves can be heard faintly.

The lawn is exquisite, the flowers and trees are neatly trimmed, and the mountains and rivers are next to it, which reminds people of a poem: Facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

It's hard to imagine that this French palace-style building is in the United States, but it makes people feel like they are in the Palace of Versailles.

Someone took the electric scooter that the two rode over, Damon Stada made an inviting gesture, and stepped into the iron gate of the manor.

A majestic and tall dome hangs over the garden.

The building is three stories high, and the overall atmosphere is luxurious. The decoration materials are mostly marble and rare wood imported from Italy. The roof is inlaid with gold and there are exquisite oil paintings on it. The porch stone pillars, the red carpet stairs, are full of gorgeous carvings. Chandeliers, tapestries, murals and statues all have extraordinary origins and high value, and all of them look magnificent.

There are also many flowers and plants in the hall, which can make people feel spring all year round.

Shen Jiannan had to admit that compared with a family like Morgan that had been around for nearly two hundred years, he seemed a bit like a bumpkin.

I really don't know if Grandma Liu had the same feeling as me when she first entered the Grand View Garden.

You can see a lot of servants on the road, and the Morgan family members are probably face-controlling. Most of the servants here are young women, and most of them are beautiful and temperamental.

Perhaps Shen Jiannan's oriental face appeared here very abruptly. Many people would look at him curiously, full of inquiry, as if they were looking at an alien.

However, no one asked anything.

Only after the past, someone would put their heads together, as if they were chatting about why an oriental person came here.

It doesn't feel good to be scrutinized all the time.

Fortunately, Shen Jiannan was already used to this feeling. Following in the footsteps of Damon Stada, he maintained his demeanor, showing good temperament and self-cultivation.

Led by Damon Stada, the two arrived at a place that looked like a living room.

An old man in a tuxedo with gray hair who looked like a butler walked in and gave Shen Jiannan a simple greeting.

"Hi, distinguished guest. I'm Alan Radcliffe, the butler here."

After a pause, Radcliffe added with an apologetic expression: "Mr. Hunter rests at this time every day, and I will wake him up right now."

"Oh. I'm going to trouble you, Mr. Housekeeper."

Soon, Damon Stada and Radcliffe walked together.

A servant brought tea, Shen Jiannan thanked him and looked around.

The entire reception room is simple and elegant. There are several enlarged photo frames hanging on the wall. The top one is a black and white photo with a beard. It is JP Morgan, the founder of the Morgan family.

As a guest, Shen Jiannan certainly wouldn't want to walk around rudely.

Holding a teacup and sipping tea, he wondered what kind of plan Morgan had in meeting him.

Ten minutes passed.

Thirty minutes passed.

The tea was already exhausted, but little Hunter Spencer Morgan didn't show up.

Come to Mawei?

Shen Jiannan raised his eyebrows. He couldn't see the real master for half an hour. It was obvious that he was putting psychological pressure on him.

However, Shen Jiannan was in no hurry.

Now that the Republican Party has been in power for 12 consecutive years, Morgan and his allies are in a bad situation. Before the election results come out, they will never really offend themselves, who can be wooed.

It's nothing more than wanting to grasp the absolute initiative.

Gradually, the sun sets.

It was getting dark.

The illuminated glazed lamps filled the entire Morgan Manor with the breath of time.

A sound of footsteps came from outside, Shen Jiannan turned his head to look at the door, and intuitively felt that the person who should come had already arrived.

"Mr. Shen. I admire your courage. You dare to come here alone."

Chinese?

Shen Jiannan was obviously taken aback.

In the United States in the 1990s, it is no different than later. It can be said that more than half of the people here have never heard of the word Huaxia.

Among the remaining ordinary people, even if they have heard of Huaxia, they only hear about it and only hear its name.

For example, Chinese people know martial arts.

There is a giant in China named Mao.

When it comes to speaking Chinese, except for diplomats, professional translators and immigrants, there are absolutely very few native Americans who can understand it.

Looking at the old man who stepped through the gate, Shen Jiannan felt a little turmoil in his heart.

Information is the password to control wealth. Morgan has been able to stand in the United States for nearly two hundred years, which is really not easy.

But that's not why he froze.

Behind Little Hunter Spencer Morgan, there is a small-looking woman.

A beautiful, pretty woman with short blond hair and a scowling look with burning eyes.

Avril Lavigne.

Is this a coincidence or an accident?