The infinite life of a certain beauty

Chapter 2 Netizen Doctor Lizard (New book set sail, please collect)
Kirk lowered his head and lightly sniffed his original crimson bourbon.

moment.

The unique taste of Thunder Bourbon mixed with a bright red drink entered his nostrils. When Kirk raised his head again, there was a touch of crimson in those blue eyes that looked like the deep sea.

Kirk picked up the wine glass in his hand, raised his head, and drank it down.

next second.

Kirk put down the wine glass in his hand, propped his hands on the countertop, and stared at the French windows that led from the living room to the balcony.

His figure was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Violence and bloodthirsty, like the crimson color appearing in the eyes, gradually enveloped his figure.

Kirk closed his eyes, calming down the throbbing in his heart. After waiting for a while, he opened his eyes again, and the restless deep sea in those eyes had completely disappeared.

And Kirk also returned to the elegant and calm British gentleman before that.

"call."

Kirk let out a breath, stretched out his hand, pressed the chronograph on his watch, and reset the countdown on the watch to zero. Looking at the 48-hour countdown that restarted, he couldn't help thinking of a sentence from the Canadian female writer Lucy Maud Montgomery: "Anything in the world must be paid for. Power is worth having, but it is not cheap."

This state of his is the price he needs to pay after gaining power.

but……

He already knew how to lift such a price.

Kirk took a deep breath, poured the remaining red drink into the wine glass, mixed it with bourbon and drank it down. Feeling the cheers of countless cells, he put the wine glass into the sink beside him, then turned and walked out the door.

10 minute later.

Kirk took the elevator to the bar on the B[-] floor of the Continental Hotel.

The elevator opens.

In an instant, a bar environment that was neither too dim nor too noisy could be seen. At the same time, Kirk's gaze accurately caught the person he was looking for.

Manager of the Continental Hotel in New York.

winston.

Winston, who was sitting in a booth not far away, had curly hair that wasn't too curly, a gentle appearance, was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and was wearing a pair of glasses. He was concentrating on reading the newspaper in his hand.

Kirk walked over.

Just as he was walking up the steps, Winston, who had just turned a deaf ear to what was going on outside the window and was focused on looking at the newspaper in his hand, looked up at Kirk who was coming, showing a smile.

"Good evening, Mr. Cullen."

"Good evening, Mr. Manager."

Kirk smiled slightly, unbuttoned his suit, and sat down opposite Winston: "Rowan asked me to say hello."

He has no friendship with Winston.

Kirk had always been active in Europe before. After knowing that the world he lived in in this life was the Marvel Universe, he never thought of coming to the United States. Therefore, this time, Kirk entrusted Rowan, the manager of the Hotel Continental in Paris, to contact Winston.

While speaking, Kirk took out a beautifully wrapped cigar gift box from his pocket and handed it to Winston who was opposite: "This is a gift that Rowan asked me to bring over."

Winston's eyes lit up, and he took the cigar from Kirk: "Five-star Cuban cigars, this is a great gift."

Kirk smiled, looked at Winston who accepted the gift, and went straight to the point: "Mr. Manager..."

Winston unwrapped the packaged cigar, put the cigar on the tip of his nose and sniffed it. Hearing Kirk's words, he laughed and said, "You are Rowan's friend, and that is my friend too. Please, just call me Winston."

Kirk nodded, and said with kindness: "I also like to make friends. Well, Winston, I think you have prepared what I need."

Winston smiled and said of course, then reached out and handed the information bag on the sofa beside him directly to Kirk: "Charon told me that a guest from Europe came over, and I knew you were coming. The information has been prepared for you."

Kirk reached out to take the document and opened it directly.

Winston snapped his fingers and asked someone to deliver the fine wine. Looking at Kirk who took out the information from the information bag, Winston said, "The netizen you are looking for is from Osborne Industries."

Kirk's gaze fell on the document in his hand.

A picture of a one-armed man who looked a bit vicissitudes came into view instantly.

And the name of this one-armed man.

Kurt Connors.

PhD in Biology.

Worked in the Osborne Industrial Human Rehabilitation Engineering Laboratory.

Kirk raised an eyebrow.

Another name instantly appeared in the memory bank.

Dr. Lizard.

which version?
and also……

His gaze fell on the one-armed Kurt Connors in the photo, and he recalled the communication process between Dr. Richard and him on the Internet this year. The typing speed did not seem to be the speed of only one hand.

Kirk looked up at Winston.

"sure?"

"Continental Hotels never sells false information."

Winston spread his hands and said proudly: "Everyone thinks that the Continental Hotel specializes in selling killers, but intelligence is the foundation of the Continental Hotel."

Kirk didn't speak.

Winston then pointed to the information in Kirk's hand: "Although he used the darknet communication network when he chatted with you, he didn't know that the operator behind the communication network he used was us."

Killers, thieves, intelligence dealers, arms dealers, and terrorists are just part of the dark web.

The Continental Hotel is the dark net.

Kirk nodded, and his eyes fell on the information in his hand again. After flipping through it, his eyes fell on Kurt Connors' residence address.

only……

"blank?"

"He is a workaholic. The house he lives in has been seized by the bank because he did not pay the property tax last month. These days, he has been living in his own laboratory."

"...Osborne Building?"

"Yes."

Winston nodded, then took out an identity card from his pocket, and pushed it in front of Kirk.

Kirk took the documents away, and his eyes fell on the identity card.

A work permit with the LOGO of Osborne Industries Group.

Kirk raised his lips and looked up at Winston.

"what is this?"

"Gift."

"Oh."

Kirk leaned on the sofa behind him, looked at Winston thoughtfully, and asked with a smile, "A personal gift?"

Winston said: "Yes, a personal gift, a gift for a new friend."

Kirk smiled and stared at Winston without words.

quite a while.

Kirk chuckled, took the ID on the table, and stretched out his right hand to Winston again.

His hand of friendship.

……

(End of this chapter)