death of hope

Chapter 324 "Corporate Warrior" (240) The Mysterious Kidnapper

At night, deep in the alley,
The old lame bar put up a sign of "Closed Business". Several workers who came to drink after get off work saw the sign and left disappointed.

The shutter door was locked, and in the dimly lit room in the bar, Anthony Hawk, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang, was riding upside down on a chair,

His hands were firmly shackled on the back of the chair by alloy handcuffs, and his feet were also bound with ropes. In front of him was a thin nylon gauze curtain.

Through the gauze curtain, he saw the figure of an old man with a cane, that should be the mastermind who kidnapped him.

"How much does it cost, tell me the number."

He who was kidnapped has repeated this sentence many times, but the other party does not seem to be here for the ransom, Anthony Hawk thought hard:

(Who the hell is this old man? The boss of a certain gang in this city? With such a powerful killer under his command, it must be not easy.)
Veteran old Jon leaned on a cane in his left hand, and held a color photo in his right hand, sticking out from the gap in the gauze curtain:

"Look carefully, do you recognize the girl in the photo?"

"Come closer, please... no... I'm pretty sure I haven't seen her..."

"Hey! His mouth is so tough, do you want me to punch him twice, old man?" Ferguson, the bartender, rolled up his sleeves.

"He probably didn't lie, at least he didn't say that." Old Jon signaled the bartender to lower his fist with his eyes.

Instead of being beaten, Anthony Hawk became even more frightened. Street gangsters like to beat people,
And the real ruthless people, the most ruthless gangs in York City, the Corleone family, the Manson family and the Kyokushin group, are all direct killers,
Compared to this group of wolves, tigers and leopards, his Black Tiger Gang can only be regarded as kittens at best.

(The old man's subordinates respect him...with a Sicilian accent...on crutches...whoops! Is he the boss of the Mafia Corleone family?)
"How do you know he's not lying, old man?" Fat Donnie asked.

"He's not the kind of guy who sells pills on the street, he's the boss of the Black Tiger Gang, and he thinks about dirty, stinky ideas every day,
Like how to market stimulants to community college students, like stuffing money into whole cartons of Marlboro cigarettes and giving them to some corrupt Sheriff of the York City Police Department. "

"It makes sense." Ferguson added: "The boss of the Black Tiger Gang doesn't have time at all, and he doesn't care about the death of a girl in the slums at all."

"Maybe, he was too high on drugs when he committed the crime, so he forgot about it." Fatty Downey said, "This guy won't tell the truth. recovery."

Anthony Hawke swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked into the dark corner of the room,
The big driver and the bunny girl were holding beer bottles and watching with cold eyes. The bunny girl was strong enough to destroy his lair by herself. The man seemed stronger, and his strength was unfathomable. ,
Having been in the underworld for so many years, Anthony has never seen such a powerful killer. The retired federal special forces are not so exaggerated, and he thinks of the "big memory recovery technique" that the fat man just mentioned.

Thinking of the cruel torture those two people would do to me, I was so afraid that my calf twisted and my scalp went numb:

"Heaven and earth conscience! I'm not lying! I don't know the person in the photo! I don't have time to commit crimes, and I'm afraid of my enemies!
The people from the Qinglong gang have been looking for me recently. Not long ago, my people killed their hall master, and everyone in the streets of York knows about it!
I stay in the office deep in the nightclub all day, using my VIP clients to cover myself, there is no chance to go out and commit crimes, okay! "

"Look, this guy is so frightened that his balls shrank." Ferguson looked at the old man. "He's still a social person. Don't play tricks on him, fat man, just tell him the truth."

"The girl in the picture is Miss Nancy the Laundryman, a hardworking and kind-hearted girl who wears patched clothes in order to save money for evening school training, and dreams of becoming a white-collar worker in the uptown area.

A while ago, a son of the Black Tiger Gang came to our neighborhood to run wild, robbed Miss Nancy of her purse, tied her to an abandoned factory building, and deprived her of her virginity. The child had a mental breakdown and jumped off the building, and the whole family became lifeless. "

"My God! What a tragedy! What an outrage!"

(Extremely conservative... attaching importance to tradition and protecting the residents in the community is the character of a Sicilian gangster. This old man... should be the boss of the Corleone family!)

Anthony Hawk pretended to be shocked and angry: "The rules of the Black Tiger Gang don't allow that! These heartless little bastards...fucking around in the downtown area all day long!
Tell me, which Tangkou's younger brother is he?I will punish him, cut off his stupid head and make amends to you! "

"Street boy Jerry from Huyatangkou."

"Oh, he, there's no need for us to trouble you. When Jerry went to the 722 convenience store to collect protection fees, a car from the Qinglong Gang stopped, and a group of Mexicans in high hats came out and shot hundreds of people at the floor-to-ceiling windows. Shoot bullets and beat him into a sieve."

"Really?"

"If you don't believe me, you can check it online. Last week's news reported that Jerry... that little bastard... came out of the juvenile prison two years ago and joined my gang.
He has lost a lot of my good stuff, what a bear heart and leopard gall!Breaking into the land card of your guild has harmed the good girl... Nan... Sorry, what's her name? "

"Nancy."

"Well, Nancy, I'm sorry what happened to that kid."

Through a veil, Anthony Hawke begged Old Jon in a low voice: "My lord, I don't even know your name, you must be a big man, you see,
I am just the leader of a small gang, living in York City. My younger brother has done unforgivable things in your sphere of influence. Even though he is dead, he cannot repay your loss.

How about you, I donate [-]% of the income from nightclubs and other shops, as well as hallucinogens sold on the street, to you every month.

All the members of the Black Tiger Gang are the only ones following you, the old man!You have a lot of adults, so spare the life of this ignorant little brother! "

"Hmph..." Old Jon sneered: "It's really low-key. Seeing this, I have to send someone to help you destroy the Azure Dragon Gang."

"Ah?!" Anthony Hawke was overjoyed; "I would like to kiss your hand! Mr. Corleone! Be your Catholic godson!"

Fatty and Ferguson looked at each other, finally couldn't help laughing, and then whispered in a low voice: "Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter, this guy really regards the old man as a mafia! The speed of recognizing his father is simply..."

"Anthony Hawk, a villain who sees the wind and the wind."

Old Jon raised his gray eyebrows: "Being able to turn from a penniless refugee to a gang boss, it seems that these days is really thick-skinned!"

Boss Hei was startled: "Oh? You...you know I'm a Pandora refugee?" He saw the blurry figure on the other side of the gauze turn around, and then heard the sound of the door being pushed open:

"Come on, boys, our friend has a lot to ask him."

"Wait! Mister Corleone!"

The three of them went out, the door closed, and the big guy and Bunny Killer in the corner gathered around,

The female killer broke off the cap of the wine bottle with her bare hands, and drank it down.

The big man roughly tore open the gauze curtain, took a chair and sat on it.

That face was terrifying, with burns, knife wounds... the scariest scar spread from the corner of the eye to the jaw,
His strong chest muscles are covered with dark chest hair, and the most terrifying thing is his pair of cold eyes, which are so fierce that they almost want to eat him alive.

(Amen...Amitabha...Hallelujah...Allahhuke)

Anthony Hawk, who has never believed in any religion, silently recited a series of inexplicable prayers in his heart, feeling that his life is coming to an end, and it seems to be a luxury to die happily.

Just when he was so frightened that he was almost incontinent again, the big man said in a very gentle tone:
"Anthony Hawk, I heard that you are from Pandora, I have some questions to ask."

(End of this chapter)