Sentinel

Chapter 22 Interesting Conversations

James Wesley returned home, loosened his tie, took off his suit, and prepared to rest as usual.

"Good evening, Mr. Wesley."

A hoarse voice sounded in the living room. Wesley took out a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, his body trembled, and then he regained his composure.

"I advise you not to take a gun, or try to resist, Mr. Wesley, you are not good at this." The voice seemed to know what he was going to do.

"Sit down at the table and let's talk face to face. This is also the purpose of my visit." After thinking for a while, Wesley decided to follow the other party's request. He is a smart person and always knows how to save yourself.

"Who are you?" This gentle young man with gold-rimmed glasses hesitated for a moment before asking this slightly old-fashioned question.

"It doesn't matter." said the figure sitting in the darkness, a gleaming pistol protruded from the shadows, aiming at Wesley, who was trying to keep calm, "who you are is a matter of concern. "

"Mr. Wesley, at the age of 28, you can buy a duplex apartment in a rich area of ​​Manhattan, wear a limited edition Earl watch in your hand, and wear a custom-made Italian suit, and at the same time you are still Long Island, Brooklyn own three properties each - to be honest, at your age and salary, it all seems a bit out of the ordinary, you come from an ordinary working family in Hell's Kitchen, and you have completed your studies on scholarships and well-wishers After graduating, you became the manager of a trading company, and with all due respect, according to your salary, it is very difficult to buy this house."

Wesley couldn't help being a little startled when he heard his own information being told out bit by bit. The other party investigated him thoroughly, not even letting go of some tiny details.

Looking at the gun protruding from the shadows and the figure in the darkness, Wesley began to panic. He didn't know what this guy who appeared out of nowhere wanted from him.

"It's amazing to say that you are a young and promising law graduate at Stanford University, and the kind person who sponsored you to complete your studies is the famous real estate tycoon in Hell's Kitchen, Wilson Fisk, But he has another name that is even more frightening, Jin Bin."

"Are you here for Mr. Wilson? Who sent you here? The Russian Mafia, or the Japanese Hand? The Mexican drug cartel?" Wesley turned his head quickly, and reported several other Hell's Kitchens. gang forces.

"Wow, Jin Bing has quite a few enemies. As I said, you don't need to know my identity. I came to you to negotiate a deal." Under the hood, you can't see clearly.

Wesley leaned forward slightly, held his gold-rimmed glasses with his hand, and said, "You want me to betray Mr. Wilson?"

This talented law student who graduated from a prestigious school has quick and flexible thinking. He knows that he has nothing to attract the attention of others. Only the underworld emperor who rules the New York underground world will become the target of others.

"Bingo!" The figure in the darkness snapped its fingers and said in a relaxed tone, "It's not a betrayal. No one dares to ignore Jin Bin's reputation. Most of those who opposed him were sunk to the bottom of the Hudson River." Go, Mr. Wesley, who is Jin Bing's personal assistant, should understand better than me."

"Then what do you want? I'm just a little guy." Wesley was confused by the other party's words.

The figure under the hood chuckled twice, and placed the pistol in the middle of the table, as if not afraid of being taken away by Wesley.

"I have taken a fancy to Jin Bin's industry—of course, I am referring to the legal industry on the surface. Hell's Kitchen is a place where fish and dragons are mixed. Jin Bin has established his powerful rule with violence and bloody means, but the Russian mafia and Japan. The Hand, these forces have always wanted to regain their territory, and soon there will be a war here."

The figure under the hood looked at the frowning Wesley, and said, "I want to kick all these people out, including Jin Bin!"

Wesley had a look of astonishment on his face. He almost thought he had encountered a lunatic, eradicating Jin Bin, and all the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen?
Even the entire New York Police Department can't do it. Jin Bing alone has thousands of thugs and villains working for him. If the underworld emperor says that he wants someone to disappear in New York, That night the man's body would be thrown into the bottom of the Hudson River.

"You must think I'm joking now, and maybe you still think of me as a lunatic who speaks out." The figure seemed to have guessed Wesley's mind, and then said: "I don't need your belief, or even your actions. no guarantees."

"I came to see you today and have this conversation just to let you know one thing, Mr. Wesley."

The figure paused for a moment, then said, "Tomorrow night, Jinpin will die, and his powerful thug, Bullseye, will not be spared either."

These words hit Wesley directly like a bolt from the blue. His brain seemed to freeze, and even his ability to think stopped for a moment.

This lunatic is going to kill Kim Bin and Bullseye? !
"When these two men are dead, you, James Wesley, who is Kim Bin's personal assistant and in charge of his criminal empire, will become one of the most powerful people in Hell's Kitchen."

Regardless of Wesley's shock, the figure under the hood explained his plan: "There is also Mr. Leland, a financial expert next to Jin Bing, who has the same status as you - if he is willing to cooperate, after that, You will take over the property under Jin Bin's name as soon as possible, and as for those businesses involving illegal activities, I believe the Russian Mafia, the Japanese Hand, and the group of Mexican drug dealers will be interested."

"What you have to do is to use the shortest time to clean yourself up, pretend to be a legal businessman, a young upstart in Hell's Kitchen, and then invest in a doctor of genetic biology named Kurt Connors and provide him with research funds. "

Wesley opened his mouth wide. He stared at the figure in the darkness in a daze, thinking that he had really met a complete lunatic, who actually spoke in front of him without any concealment, talking about how he wanted to usurp New York's underworld emperor. Property and territory, isn't he afraid to tell Jin Bin himself?
"You are a smart man, I appreciate that you didn't try to take the pistol off the table, otherwise at this time, you should go to God."

The other party said calmly, but there was a hint of coldness in his tone, which made Wesley tremble involuntarily.

"Of course, you can also go and tell Jin Bin that a lunatic will try to kill him tomorrow and take everything away from him."

That figure always guessed Wesley's thoughts, as if he could read his thoughts, which made Wesley feel completely seen through by the other party, without any secrets.

"...However, a smart and capable person will never be willing to be inferior to others. You should not just be the personal assistant of a gang boss, Mr. Wesley, you can have a broader future—if If you are really smart enough!"

The figure slowly retreated into the darkness. After a while, the room returned to silence, and there was no sound coming out again, as if everything that happened just now was just Wesley's hallucination.

The personal assistant of the underworld emperor looked at the pistol on the table with complicated emotions in his eyes.

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