At the same time, Solan had already driven through Lake Washington and arrived at the highest residential area in Seattle, Medina.

Here are green trees, birds singing and flowers blooming. Each mansion is exquisitely decorated and is hidden by a large number of green trees, leaving only a closed door for pedestrians on the roadside. There are no foreign-related vehicles along the way. Solan's Toyota cars are passing by, as they are the only passers-by on the road.

Solan did not inform Selena. He knew that the woman would definitely not be willing to come to visit her rashly. Of course, she would make a lot of fun verbally, such as how much she expected to go to Wushan with him again. But Solan knew of course that if she was really stupid, she would definitely be kicked out of the window.

Soon after, the accelerator stepped on, and he stopped in front of the outer door of the target mansion.

This is a three-story Gothic mansion with a wide area and an antique symmetrical garden. It can really make people return to London in the 10th century immediately. The city of the Mist City is rainy and rainy, which is exactly the same as the weather in Seattle. After getting off the bus, Solan looked at the sky and saw a dark cloud gathering in the sky. It probably took less than two hours to cover the sky like the extreme night.

"It's rare to come here, but I don't know how to invite me in and sit down. This woman, tsk."

He muttered, then jumped over the outer door of the garden and fell towards the gravel path inside.

Just the second when the leather boots stepped on the stones, there was a continuous sound. In the treetops and shrubs of the garden, countless fine steel needles suddenly shot, aiming at Solan!

"Wow, it's actually a technique that's filled with flowers. No, right? It should be called the Rain Rain Pear Blossom Needle? Yes, it's indeed the Rain Rain Pear Blossom Needle, but I remember there is a gun with this name?"

Murgingly, Solan waved his hand and showed a solid and peaceful fluctuation of the open space. Countless steel needles that were flying were blocked and fell to the ground weakly, just like big beads falling on the jade plate, and the gravel road made a crisp sound.

“1080!”

He stared at the dense steel needle community on the ground, and with the street lights a little farther away and the moon in the sky, he directly classified the general number into exact numbers: "You actually used ten boxes? This is enough to kill the only remaining Asian elephant, Selena Quinn!"

No one answered his complaints, but the door of the Gothic Mansion opened automatically, and the living room lights were lit up. It was late at night, and the entire three-story mansion finally had the only light, but looking at the two hideous gargoyle sculptures next to the entrance, they were full of a stance of inviting you to get into the trap.

"Well, you're used to it in Gotham."

Solan sneered and moved to the lobby of the mansion in the next moment.

The next second, with a creaking sound, the open door automatically closed.

The mansion hall is amazing in area, and the front is a luxurious staircase leading to the second floor, and there are closed doors on both sides of the foyer on the first floor. The decoration here is gorgeous, with oil paintings hanging on the walls, sculptures placed in the open space, and the crystal chandeliers above the head are even more crystal clear and graceful. What is particularly interesting is that the main staircase is made of two left and right, and the middle wall is an exquisite relief, and even inlaid with fine and brilliant gems.

However, the hall was empty. If Solan didn't make a sound, he could only hear the ground bell shaking and ticking, like a regular lullaby, giving people the illusion of ghosts urging death.

"Where is a man?"

Solan stood at the door, looking up at the corner of the wall, where there was a camera.

"I said Selena, you are not a Castlevania, nor am I a medieval warrior holding a great sword. What the hell is it, it's mysterious."

He had long noticed the microphone on the corner of the house.

"Yeah hey hey? hey?"

So sure enough, as soon as his complaint fell, Selena's voice rang out, but her bad taste did not change at all, and she actually started to play the audition game: "Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey he

"You can feed me all night, or you can quickly open the gate of the palace hall for me and let me fight you, the female devil, for three hundred rounds. Let's do it!"

Solan hugged his arms, not having any good temper.

Medina, an absolutely wealthy area, has nothing to do with this area as Solan's current identity, and he does not want to be related to it at all.

God knows that this is the west coast of the United States, Seattle, the city of science and technology, the capital of medicine and chemical engineering, and the establishment of the Space Needle is to symbolize the city's ambition. But the damn Selena Quinn brought the London wind of the fog of the 10th century and the one in Gotham City.

A three-story Gothic mansion with a classical garden with a football field, covered with sculptures, gravel roads and flowers. Is this combination of this set of things in this rainy and oceanic climate city? Will Bill Gates and Bezos next door to death?

Amazon and Microsoft are so unparalleled, so you are the ones!?

"It's time to avoid it for three hundred rounds, I'm going to bed."

Selena was unknown where she was, and she only relied on the loudspeaker in the lobby on the first floor to talk to Solan: "As an uninvited guest, let me tell you the reason for your night attack. Is it really just to be a flower picker?"

Solan looked at his watch and drove over without any haste. He had already delayed a lot of time. He didn't know how Mai was doing at the University of Washington.

"Talk about the serious business directly. The job you commissioned has just been discovered. The coffee of the God-Selected One can revitalize the puppet master's parasites. Mai is going to the University of Washington to buy samples. You give me honest explanation. There is really no insider when you suddenly want to check the company's bullshit additives?"

Looking at the protruding head in the corner of the wall, Solan knew that this would be stupid, but if he had to stare at the relief and talk to Selena, he would be stupid.

"What you mean by the inside story is"

Solan rolled his eyes: "Idiots know that this is not a job entrusted to you by the WHO, and the Food Safety Investigation Bureau."

The scene then fell into silence.

The microphone didn't ring for a long time, and Solan did not stare at the head stupidly, but looked up directly to the ceiling. The classical and luxurious decoration of the church was imitated with exquisite wallpapers. The head of the household was obviously an Asian girl, but she dressed her home more professionally than the most typical European aristocrats. Solan prayed, hoping that she would not be encountered by Chinese public officials, otherwise those public officials would have to meet their supreme old horse.

"Your question is indeed on the point."

After a while, Selena's voice rang out: "I'm not as long as you have lived. It's time to have a free and joking life. I just have nothing to do all day long, and apply for a bullshit police detective position."

She must have seen Solan roll her eyes, so she laughed a few times in pleasure, and then said, "Do you know what I'm doing now?"

“Chat with me.”

"Well, a wonderful joke. I'm monitoring the broadcasting systems in several major frequency bands in the city. Don't be surprised. My dear, it was indeed given to me by Bruce Wayne, and the newly-opened sports car."

"I'm not surprised, I'm just a little jealous."

"Well, that's great. Anyway, Forbes is indeed a genius, and I'm listening to the city's transportation department."

"Wait, what does that mean?"

"If you interrupt me again, I will send myself to Wayne's bed tonight. I will do what I say, you can do it."

Solan couldn't help laughing. Of course, he remembered what Selena had just said, so he just pursed his lips and laughed hard. But seeing that he didn't say a word, his shoulders twitched endlessly, and he was like a lunatic.

I heard the microphones ringing again in the corner of the wall: "Surveillance, night videos in the streets and alleys. Well, I know you don't have a radio now, so Solan, don't turn off my insider information for the time being. Do you know what news I just saw?"

Solan touched his nose: "Is there a fire on which mountain? Or is it in the park?"

"A underage girl snatched a school bus from Hubin Middle School and is now rushing on Highway 5. I'm sure it's Arya, hurry up and wipe your butt."
Chapter completed!