Chapter 178 Damn Spam

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

This terminal building was built more than 30 years ago, but it has been renovated in recent years and is still luxurious. The terminal building has an open space and complete ancillary facilities. It has become the official residence and command center of Fernando Resno, one of the five leaders of Skull and Bones.

In the VIP lounge of the terminal building, Fernando Resno was listening to Richard's action report. Unlike the other leaders of the Skull and Bones who came from reckless backgrounds, this Brazilian came from a wealthy family and always considered himself to be elegant. He joined the army to prove that he was different.

"You mean, a guy named Victor Hugo meddled in your actions and caused your failure, right?" Fernando sat on the leather sofa, shaking the wine in his hand, and laughed. Seeing that Richard wanted to open his mouth, he shook his head slightly and said, "No, no, don't explain. I don't want to hear any explanation, I just want that old man Alan Derek.

I need him to disable the security system of the "Aurora", 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 without Alan Derek, I am always not at ease. "

Fernando Resno is very satisfied with 'Aurora', very satisfied, extremely satisfied. Satisfied, but he couldn’t gain control of the ship, because the control center of height]√long]√wind]√wen]√xue, ww↓w.cf→wx.n≯et intelligence was shut down .

Only the captain and the first mate have the authority to restart the control center. Now that the captain has disappeared, the first mate Alan Derek has become the key. Without Alan Derek, the value of the 'Aurora' would 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 hand. I have all kinds of daily necessities. Go and have a good meal Go ahead and continue working." Fernando Resno waved his hand, indicating that Richard could leave, "I hope to see you next time and hear good news from you."

The entire work report was basically a performance by Fernando Resno alone. Richard couldn't get in a word, and felt extremely depressed. He ran to the restaurant in the terminal building alone, and the cook prepared something for him to have a 'good meal'.

"Uh..., what is this?" Richard looked at the pink piece of meat on his plate, feeling..., hard to say what it felt like. He was obviously hungry, but he had a kind of repulsion to the food in front of him.

The cook said coldly, "Spam."

"Spam luncheon meat?"

"That's right."

"Damn it,

I hate lunch meat. "Richard picked up a fork and ate a small piece. It tasted very greasy. If it was before the catastrophe, even the most impoverished homeless people would not eat this thing. But now he is a member of the Skull and Bones Intelligence Department. Senior agents actually eat this.

"Mr. Richard, don't you want to eat the rest?" A subordinate from the operations department came over, looking at Richard's remaining meat, and seemed very greedy.

"You eat." Richard felt full.

In less than half a minute, his subordinates ate up the rest of Spam, with an expression of unsatisfied expression. Richard couldn't help asking: "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 cheerful smile: "It is said that a large amount of canned Spam luncheon meat has been shipped from the sea to the black market recently. Mr. Resnow bought them all and distributed them to his soldiers as munitions."

"A large amount? If there is a large amount, no one will grab it?"

"Because it was not shipped all at once, and the person who sold the cans was very careful. He also recruited some children in the black market to transport and trade for him, and he couldn't grab much. And because this batch of cans solved a large part of the military supply problem, Mr. Resnore has ordered that this deal continue."

Luncheon meat is also considered a normal consumer food, some people like it and some don't. This news is just a chat after a meal, and it should have been forgotten after hearing it, but just when Richard was about to leave, a big man with a shabby leg walked up to him and sat down with a bang.

"Cook, bring me lunch." The lame man greeted, he looked at Richard with a straight smile, stretched out his hand and said, "Hi... Richard, my name is Guzman, from now on we It's a partner."

Richard looked stunned, "What partner are you talking about?"

"Mr. Resno said that you are in some trouble. There is a boy named Victor Hugo who is giving you a headache, so he sent me to help." Guzman said with a smile, "I will be happy to help you with this .”

Richard's face collapsed again, "Are you the Guzman who tried to assassinate Mr. Resno, and immediately surrendered when he found that nothing could be done?"

"Ah, yes." Guzman's face was thick, and he didn't care about the sarcasm in Richard's words, "Believe me, I know Victor Hugo very well. I can definitely help you catch that nasty Boy, chop off his head, cut off his limbs, cut his stomach open, and let him go to hell."

Guzman gestured with his hands and feet, speaking with great enthusiasm. But when the cook brought a Spam, he turned his face and shouted: "Why Spam again? I have been here for three days, Spam for breakfast, Spam for Chinese food, and Spam for dinner. Is there nothing else?"

"Whatever is sold in the black market, I will make here. Don't ask too much." The cook didn't care about Guzman's complaints, with a bad attitude of "eating if you like it, and letting you down if you don't eat it".

"Damn it." Guzman couldn't help it either. He looked at the pink piece of meat, feeling 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 not bad. But if this greasy and greasy thing is eaten every day, it can drive people crazy.

Seeing Guzman frowning and mouthing Sespam canned in pain, Richard felt sorry for him. He asked from the side: "What is Victor Hugo's situation in the Brotherhood of Steel? I want to know some details."

"What else? I was a mercenary like me and was sent to assassinate Mr. Resno. But how that kid would save Alan Derek, I don't know. I only know that the kid is very , you must be careful to guard against him, maybe you will suffer a big loss at any time."

Guzman ate as he talked, complaining about the disgusting taste of Spam with a look of extreme resentment, "Who the hell got Spam? I hate this guy, he ruined the last bit of goodwill I have for food , This is simply forcing me to eat shit. I hate him, hate him, hate him!"

"This seems to be sent by Victor Hugo." The member of the action team said weakly.

"What?" Guzman and Richard exclaimed, both feeling that something extremely bad had happened.

The person from the action team was frightened by the screams, and his tone was three points lower again, and said: "This is an open secret, but everyone has tacitly understood it. Now people in the black market know that these cans are Victor Hugo. delivered."

"Will that guy poison 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 stiffened his neck and said with a sneer, "Who would poison a can that was nearly a hundred years ago? This thing 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 bang, and both Richard and Guzman felt like crying when they saw the year label on it. What they ate was American canned food from World War II. This thing once terrified the American soldiers!

Guzman was in a daze first, then in a daze, and finally went mad. He cursed loudly: "Asshole Victor Hugo, he actually feeds me this damned canned food, I'm going to kill him!" (To be continued.)