The scene just now drained his energy.

Fortunately, he won after all. He deeply understands that he can survive only by holding what the other party urgently needs, and how correct his decision was just now.

But he still has another worry, that is, Zhang Feng has all the data in his hand. Fortunately, he has not cooperated with Miss Baihui, and he is still alive!

Escape here?

Solomon is not that stupid. People outside are looking for him everywhere. The police are wanted. Zhang Feng and the others must be looking for him.

So here is the safest.

After a while, someone sent him food, he didn't hesitate to eat it all, and there was no need to worry about poisoning it, because if they wanted to kill themselves, Miss Baihui's muzzle would not miss.

Solomon felt more at ease in his stomach, so he went out.

He unexpectedly discovered that no one outside the door was looking at him. In the base he had established with his own hands, there were many new faces here, nearly 90% of them were, and most of these people were Eastern faces.

Solomon knew who they were. He had discovered Miss Baihui's identity early on, but he didn't expect that Miss Baihui's level was so high!

It was this negligence that he was calculated by Miss Baihui.

In other words, before I saw her on the black market, I was already targeted by her.

How horrible it is, because she calculated that she would buy her! She calculated everything.

Thinking of Solomon's dumb laughter, he knew he couldn't shake this woman.

"Where is Conles?" Solomon asked a former subordinate.

The subordinate said nervously, "Old, boss, oh no, Mr. Solomon, I don't know."

changed! The owner has changed.

Solomon didn't care very much either. He waved his hand and left without embarrassing him.

After a while, someone with an eastern face said in bad English: "Mr. Solomon, please follow me!"

"Where to go?" Solomon asked.

Are you going to force yourself to hand over all the scientific research data of District 52?

Whether or not Solomon is going to see it.

After a while, he came to the outside of a small room. Through the glass in the window of the room, Solomon saw Conles sitting inside.

He is still alive, but his mental state is not very good.

"He is at your disposal!"

Suddenly a familiar business came from behind Solomon. Solomon looked back and Miss Baihui was standing there.

"Zhang Feng, this person won't let me go, he might touch this place and use Cones to blackmail him!" Solomon said.

"It's no use, you don't know this person!" Miss Baihui said.

Solomon was surprised. Does she know Zhang Feng well?

"Do you know him?" Solomon asked.

"Hehe, we are very familiar with him!" Miss Baihui smiled, a little playful in the cold.

It seems that there is a lovely feeling, so that Solomon can't associate her with the people of terror.

But she really stood there.

"How do you know him?" Solomon asked again.

"In our country, it's okay, you don't need to ask more about this, let's talk about cooperation!" Miss Baihui said, turned and left.

Solomon's mouth showed a not easy smile, they compromised!

When I arrived in a room, there were several men besides Miss Baihui. Among them was an Italian who wore a formal suit, as Solomon could tell from his face.

But I don't know his name.

"Sit down, Mr. Solomon!" the man in the suit said softly.

Solomon sat down, feeling a little nervous. He felt that this man in a suit was not simple, and he had murderousness. Solomon had seen this murderousness in a desperado he knew before.

"Who are you?" Solomon asked boldly.

A man sitting nearby raised his voice and said, "This is Mr. Emerson!"

Emerson?

Solomon hadn't heard of this person, maybe he wasn't that powerful, because he knew the nobles or powerful people in Roman City.

"You can also call me Mr. Cabin in the Woods!" Emerson laughed.

"What? You are Mr. Cabin in the Woods?" Solomon was frightened and nervous.

Emerson smiled and said: "Yes, it's me, presumably you know me, right?"

Solomon was silent. Of course he had heard of Mr. Cabin in the Woods. In fact, the so-called Cabin in the Woods was not a small cottage, but a small castle. This castle has a history of more than two hundred years.

This is a place that is not open to the outside world. In the ancient city of Roman City, there are many castles within 100 kilometers of the city.

More than 90% of these castles are open to the outside world.

In fact, on the roads of Roman City, Mr. Cabin in the Woods is not low in status. It is said that he is a high-level Mafia, and he is extremely low-key, but only the experts know how terrifying the Cabin in the Woods is.

Many enemies and opponents killed by him are buried around his castle, and the police are said to be afraid to investigate.

Such an existence appears here, the situation is self-evident, he is also the controller here.

Solomon's mind was spinning quickly, and suddenly he thought of someone, and asked: "Is Dr. Vathy also from Mr. Emerson?"

"Yes!" Emerson said.

Solomon stopped talking, he was calculated again!

He seems to have gotten used to it, it seems that all people have been doing things behind their backs, betraying their own things.

So, did Emerson cooperate with Miss Baihui?

It's really big enough, each of them is so powerful, they will surely succeed in the research of super fighters and future weapons!

It's just that these were originally his own. Now that they are cheaper, Solomon feels very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Solomon, you have to understand a problem. You can't sustain this place alone, because people all over the world want this project. How many pairs of eyes are staring at this project, you only need to cooperate with us to make this happen!" Emerson said.

"Yes, Mr. Emerson is right, then how do we cooperate now?" Solomon said.

He was talking bullshit. Without you, I have already built the base, and there are super soldiers coming out?

With their participation, the base will develop faster and safer. At least you don't have to worry about being breached here, and there are financial resources.

"It's easy, Mr. Solomon, you can take a look at this contract first!" Emerson said as he handed a few pieces of paper.

Solomon looked at it carefully, and then said, "No, no, I want 51% of the shares!"