Salomon pretended to be a Jewish businessman. The family business mainly operates in the energy and banking industry. He is responsible for banking business in the family. He is a direct descendant with a relatively low inheritance. This time he came to Washington mainly to discuss a secret deposit business with a member of Congress, and he recognized the mission goal under the introduction of the member of Congress. The process of impersonating this identity is not difficult. The real Jewish businessman is lying in the trunk of his own car.

Sleeping loudly—firstly, using [sleeping] to ineffective all security forces, then dragged the Jewish rich man off the bed and gave him a tranquilizer and stuffed it into the trunk. He kindly stuffed some nutrition into his stomach to make sure he would not starve, and others would not be so kind. After all this, Victor von Doom went to wake up the security team, while Salomon went to find the documents needed and gave the charming Latino lady a kiss.

"Dear, why did you change your toothpaste?"

“I like the mint flavor today.”

The whole process was familiar with the selection of goals to disguise. Victor von Dum couldn't help but wonder where Salomon learned these skills. He was sure he didn't learn it from the Kama Taj Library, otherwise Salomon would have used illusion magic. This question did not bother him for too long. He remembered that Salomon had participated in the Battle of New York and immediately understood everything.

"Driver." Salomon sat in the back seat of the extended limousine, slowly opening the wine cabinet at hand and being satisfied with the car owner's taste of alcohol. He dragged his voice and called Victor von Doom in the driver's seat. "I think we're going to be late. If you let me miss the business, I promise you to drive a taxi. Do you know what the monthly income of taxi drivers in Washington is?"

"Are you a little too serious?"

"You have never been rich in your life, Victor von Doom. Although you have never cared about money, the poverty of the past has a very obvious impact on your current behavior." Salomon poured a glass of wine to Victor von Doom, and handed it in through the window. "Do you know how much it costs to buy the Latino lady who can hold a martini on her butt in a year? What's more, he is a married man, and I think his wife must have a long-term lover. This is not the gift of jewelry and real estate. The cost of sunbathing on a small Pacific island can make the family of three live for a year.

Time. Many people work hard all their lives and cannot make this money. They can only eat cheap assembly line food to live, and they cannot even resist the invasion of diseases." Salomon also poured himself a glass of red wine, "This is your shortcoming. You were a poor student in the first half of your life. You will never show the arrogance and waste that you have cultivated from a wealthy life. I have been professionally trained. Anyone with the same wealth and social status will think that I am one of them, otherwise I will definitely choose a more exciting task to let you chat with those idiotic politicians. I hope you remember the process, I will help you to hold on to your goals, but remember-"

"Arrogance? Do you mean true love?" Victor von Dum drank all the red wine in the cup with a cold face. To be honest, he didn't like the glass of dry red, but he didn't show it but threw the cup into the bushes outside the car window. "The little thing I invented myself is enough to complete the task, and there is no need for magic."

"Magic cannot feed your people, and your little things are not good either. You need me, you need to see how I run a country and how I feed so many people. It doesn't matter, you will see that I don't even have to show up."

Just as Salomon and a group of politicians were silly and Victor von Dum crawled in the ventilation duct while thinking about how to open the safe, Camilla, who was far away in South America, finally arrived at the destination with Laura Crawford. The Immortal City agents who drove out to pick up the truck only saw a group of savages with weapons and supplies - "We are lost." Camilla lightly took the hardships of the long journey. Laura Crawford and Jonah had a big meal after everything was settled, and then returned to their respective rooms to sleep.

Camilla forced her sleepiness and said to the agent, "I need to contact the Immortal City. We grabbed the tail of the Holy Trinity."

"The medical team thinks you should rest, and I think so too." After drawing their route according to Camilla's description, the intelligence agent was surprised to find that their route overlapped with the mercenary team of Holy Trinity many times. Not only that, Camilla's team also passed by the search and rescue team of Immortal City. Seeing that Camilla refused to give in, the agent of Immortal City finally revealed a small part of the truth. "The radio station is there, I hope you still remember the communication password. Camilla, what should be said is that Holy Trinity grabbed your tail."

"What does this mean?" Camilla asked. The tropical jungle is an obstacle to satellite detection. It is difficult for existing technology to find a few scattered humans in the tropical rainforest. Camilla relies on GPS and compass to lead the team away from the green hell, and everyone was tortured by hunger.

"The Holy Trinity came earlier than you. They used weapons and US dollars to buy local drug dealers as eyeliners. The scene you were taken back today must have been seen by them. We cannot distinguish between locals and drug dealers. This is really... No matter what, I need you to have a good rest, because drug dealers or Trinity will likely attack suddenly. We must be prepared to survive before the support team of the Immortal City arrives."

"I know the drug dealers here, don't worry."

"Wow, that's worse. I can guarantee that they will not be your friends anymore." The agent obviously has a certain understanding of South American anti-government armed forces. Although they are all resisting oppression, the South American anti-government armed forces are known for their cruel behavior, often joining forces with roles such as drug dealers and weapon smugglers to try to overthrow the government with the help of these people. The result of this can be imagined. It is impossible to overthrow the comprador-class government or obtain the support of the people. The agent pointed at the house impatiently, "If someone recognizes you, there will be more than the Holy Trinity that comes to us, and the government army may also participate. With our current weapons and equipment, we can't fight against the government army at all. Our heavy weapon is only a heavy machine gun!"

“Where is the trunk?”

Agent pointed to the corner of the wall covered with debris.

"Have you opened it?"

"Of course not, but the list says heavy machine guns."
Chapter completed!