Marvel's Chinese Superhero System

Chapter 270 You Are Late, Mr. Ram

In the early morning, Ram woke up from his mansion, and after washing, he turned on the computer and checked his e-mail habitually.

The mailbox was filled with spam as usual. In addition to various advertisements, there were also many self-recommendations from frustrated politicians or brats. I don’t know how these people got their own private mailboxes.

Just as he was quickly browsing through these emails, and was about to select and delete them all, a line of words caught his eyes.

"George? Oh, I actually forgot to assign him to the star contacts..."

Ram couldn't help but blame himself for his carelessness. Although they had known each other for a short time, the other party was the police chief of New York City and a political resource that could not be ignored.

Thinking in his heart, he clicked on the email George sent him.

"The crow has agreed to your invitation, and he asked me to tell you that he will meet you at your mansion next Monday at nine o'clock in the evening (I hope you don't have a heart attack, and if you have any, bring your medicine with you.)
......"

The email was not long, and Ram quickly browsed through it. Although the way of meeting was not clearly stated, although he felt a little puzzled, he was not surprised. These people always like to be mysterious.

It's just that the content in the brackets made him a little confused, and he couldn't think of the answer after thinking about it for a long time.

"Forget it, I don't have a heart attack anyway, let's see what tricks he will play then."

After shaking his head, Ram called his secretary and asked about his schedule for next Monday.

"Mr. Ram, at present, you have a family dinner at [-]:[-] pm next Monday, and there will be nothing else to do after that."

"Well, okay, if there is anything to do that night, we can arrange it to another time, and if it doesn't work, we can return it."

"I'll pay attention to..."

After a few more brief explanations, Ram packed his bags, bid farewell to his family and went to work.

……

At the same time, in the New York apartment, Qin Shou was standing behind Fulan in the kitchen, holding her hand and teaching her to cook.

In fact, although Fulan's cooking skills are not as good as Qin Shou's, she still has some basics. At least it is no problem to make a simple breakfast.

What taught me to cook was just an excuse for Qin Shou to take advantage of it. Although Fulan refused with her mouth, her body did not resist, and she allowed Qin Shou to do whatever she wanted.

After a healthy morning, Qin Shou sat on the sofa, hugged Fran in his arms, and told him that he was going to Chicago in a few days.

"Leave on Monday? Is it in such a hurry?"

"Well, it's a coincidence. Who knew that someone just asked George to invite me. I thought it would take at least a week or two."

"That's it..." Fulan rubbed her arms in Qin Shou's arms, and said, "Go to Chicago to fight the gangsters, there is nothing to worry about, just pay attention to rest and don't get tired. It just so happens that my dad also wants me to go to his office for an internship Two days..."

Fulan knew Qin Shou's strength quite well, even against regular armored troops, Qin Shou could take it freely, and some local gangsters couldn't hurt him at all.

After another lingering period, Qin Shou left the apartment and went to the suburban apartment to discuss the next plan.

The main problem is to solve the problem of food and accommodation in Chicago. After all, they cannot face Ram and the government of Chicago with their true identities, and naturally they cannot explain the accommodation and other services they provide.

But fortunately, there are two big brothers, Gao Han and Harry, in the team, so it is much easier to solve it. Today I mainly talk about the specific arrangements.

"I rented four apartments in downtown Chicago, but they are all separated, about [-] to [-] square meters. Although they are smaller, they don't attract attention. Let's divide them up later.

In addition, I also bought an underground warehouse here to use as a war room. The area is large enough to store our equipment. To be on the safe side, we must also have medical equipment. We must thank Mr. Harry for his sponsorship. Although it is unlikely to be used..."

"I said, it's too expensive for you, what if the price that Ram doesn't offer is high." Qin Shou looked at Gao Han and smiled helplessly.

"Hehe, I also care that the little money will come to do this with you? I can earn more than this by typing a few keyboards."

"Forehead……"

Qin Shou said he was speechless... It's nice to have money...

Although rich people don't really care about money, they just don't care about 'that little money'. Of course, the premise is that the money must be spent where they are willing to spend it and have a purpose. After all, no matter how much money you have, it is not careless. It's a trap.

Afterwards, everyone prepared to go to Chicago one day in advance, and each went home to pack up and salute. Peter and B went to buy air tickets by themselves.

After all, he was the only one among the three who couldn't fly, but fortunately he didn't have to pay for the air ticket himself. Originally, Harry wanted to arrange a private jet for him, but he was rejected.

Qin Shou's big black has also been repaired long ago, and an automatic wearing function has also been installed.

It's just that it's relatively large, equivalent to a travel bag. Every time Qin Shou wants to put him in the system space, he has to take out some of his personal collections.

Especially in front of Fran, it was very embarrassing.

So under Fran's smiling, threatening eyes, eleven characteristic educational books were confiscated.

"By the way, where do you hide these things?" Fran couldn't help asking, looking at the stack of books on the table.

"Dimensional space, didn't I tell you before, what is this, people like Kama Taj can directly teleport people and even troops, I haven't learned it yet."

"Have you told me? Why can't I remember..." Fran thought about it, and then said, "Can I see what else is in your space?"

"No, no one can see this except me. There is really nothing in it. The rest are some throwing knives, bombs, and spare Tang knives and magazines. All my collections are here. .”

Qin Shou looked sincere, and even felt a little wronged, Fulan had no choice but to believe his words.

……

In Chicago in May, when spring and summer alternate, the weather is half cold and half hot, and it rains from time to time.

If you see a pedestrian with a down jacket on the upper body, shorts on the lower body, and an umbrella in his hand on the street, don't be confused, because the weather here is like this, and those residents may be more confused than you.

But when June officially entered, the weather in Chicago really started to be pleasant, but Qin Shou probably couldn't keep up. (Actually, May is not bad. It’s a bit exaggerated here. The real confusion is in March and April. Don’t argue if you have been there.)
It was raining lightly, and Ram hurried out of the restaurant and got into the car.

Today was the day when he met the crow, but because he finally had a dinner with his family, he even forgot the time for a moment, it was already nine o'clock, and he must be late.

After getting in the car, he immediately started the car and rushed home. Because it was a family dinner, he didn't call his driver.

When he came to the street near his mansion, it was already past 20:[-], the road was empty and a little dark, the population density of the wealthy area was low, it was inevitable, and Ram had long been used to it.

It's just that today he doesn't know why, his sixth sense always tells him that something is wrong, but he can't find the reason.

Just when he thought that he was under too much pressure recently and was a little nervous, he suddenly saw a black figure on the back seat in the rearview mirror.

"You're late, Mr. Ram."

A deep voice came from the back seat, and Lahm's pupils suddenly shrank, and he was shocked, and the hand holding the steering wheel couldn't help but twitched, and the car shook accordingly.

"Don't panic sir, it's me."

As expected of a person with power in his hands, Lahm's mental quality is not weak, so he quickly stabilized his mind, straightened the steering wheel, and continued driving on the street.

Ram took a deep breath, and was about to say something when a car suddenly drove up in front of the road, and its headlights caught his attention.

At this moment, the low voice came to mind again: "I'll see you at your house later, drive hard and be safe."

When George heard this and turned to look at the back seat, there was no one there.

……

To be continued
(End of this chapter)