Conquer The Comic: I Rely On Unlimited Hunting To Level Up

Chapter 043

Standing in the corridor on the second floor of their house, Gwen poked his head out of the fence and greeted Lear as if he had met by chance.

She used mascara to attach false eyelashes to her eyelashes, but because it was too rusty and wrong, Gwen, who did not trim and trim her false eyelashes, did not know that she had to use scissors to repair them, so that she looked like a mascara essence.

And this girl even applied a little pink with the most popular makeup now, smeared her eyes with green unknown dye, and painted herself a flaming red lip.

She looked like a complete clown, making George's toes smash the floor.

"Gwen! You..." George clenched his toes, wanting to reprimand her words in his throat, he suddenly realized that his daughter had grown up, and that he had not played the role of a father all these years because she was busy with work, she was missing both a mother and a father, and no one had taught her all this.

Gwen, who appeared in front of them with poor makeup, was like any other girl who stole on her mother's high heels — if his wife were still here, she could teach Gwen how to wear makeup and how to wear high heels.

But because of all this absence, Gwen looks like a clown, and although the whole world can laugh at her, only he, the father, is the least qualified to laugh at her.

George quickly raised his head to look at Lear, he understood too well how easily an adolescent sensitive little girl could get hurt.

As someone she likes, the ridicule from Lear is probably more scrupulous and more murderous.

But Lear's reaction stunned him.

He raised his head and looked at the "ugly" girl standing on the stairs, not only did not show a negative expression on his face, but even smiled.

Having known Lear for so long, George had never seen Lear smile,

but he actually smiled today?

"Hi, Gwen."

He looked calm and greeted as usual.

It was as if the disappearance of more than two months was as if they did not exist, as if they had just met yesterday.

"Hey!" She was helpless to say hello to Lear again, and even lost her language module for a while.

"Go wash up." Lear said to Gwen with a rare gentleness.

"Ah, oh, okay."

Although Gwen didn't understand what Lear meant by going to wash, she was still ecstatic in the face of Lear's gentle attitude.

Like a little bee that had stolen honey, she happily returned to her room.

Seeing Lear treating his daughter so gently, George's good impression of Lear couldn't help but rise a little, but more of it was the sigh of his daughter growing up and the sigh of the woman's injustice.

"Come to my room and talk."

George extended an invitation to Lear, he didn't want his daughter to eavesdrop on their conversation anymore, and the conversation between adults was still too early for the childish Gwen.

Er nodded, agreeing with George.

The two of them went all the way upstairs to George's room.

In addition to a bed, all that remains here is a strangely large desk, on which all kinds of materials are piled up.

It is indeed very much in line with people's reverie about the detective's office.

By the time Gwen poked her head out of her room again, the two had closed the door to George's bedroom.

She retracted her head with a slight disappointment, but there was a small whisper in her heart, and today's harvest was great, not only ambushed Er, but also said hello to him.

The other party is the same as two months ago, nothing has changed, it is still the same boy.

Only her father, George, knew that Lear was now one of the best in all of New York City.

After all, most people who do business have a whole supply chain of funds.

Their cash flow is very tight.

So most people doing business in New York have a hard time coming up with $2 million in cash at once.

The establishment of a police pension fund with the American Police Union is not a verbal charity business that can be slowly deferred money.

It was a real $2 million in cash that was deposited in the account of the New York Police Union and then supervised by the pension fund organizations established by both parties.

So the person who can come up with $2 million in cash, even if it is cash taken from the hands of the gangsters, is already very remarkable.

And George believes that the money is by no means all Lear, after all, he invested the money in the police pension fund, never to do real charity.

Definitely for some benefit and business exchange.

That is to say, even after investing 2 million, Lear may still have more than 2 million in his hands to ensure the normal and smooth operation of his business.

So much money, even in New York City.

Lear's class also suddenly broke away from the middle class and became the upper class of New York City.

Even in Sheriff George's current identity, he is barely equal to Lear.

Because his political gains are very high.

The influence and class shifts he gained through politics came and went quickly, and it was easy to leave him because of his departure.

After all, his family is not a political family, and there is no way to continuously consolidate the interests in his hands.

But Lear's stolen money is different.

As long as the money he grabbed is laundered by reasonable means, it is his money, and in the United States, where capital is king, as long as you have money, no matter where your money comes from, no one will bother and bother.

So even though Gwen still thinks that Lear is still the same teenager as before, George's eyes no longer dare to treat Lear like the same person before.

Facing Lear George before was high, almsgiving, and gifted.

But now he has a request from Lear, and he needs to talk to the two sides on an equal footing.

He dragged a stool across from his desk, then brought out a pot of coffee from the water bar next to him.

Lear asked, "Coffee or tea?"

Chief George shook his head: "Forget it, it's still coffee, I only have coffee here."

He came to Lear with two cups of coffee, handed them to Lear, and sat down in his place.

Lear nodded to him calmly: "Have you been troubled lately by the war between the Bronx and the Twelve High Tables?"

Lear's words made George couldn't help but feel tired again, he pinched the bridge of his nose, nodded, and agreed with Lear's words.

This is actually well known throughout New York.

"What if I say I have a solution to this?" Lear's words brought George back from his exhaustion.

"What do you want to do?" George's expression was even more solemn than Lear's, and he asked Lear seriously and seriously.

"It's not what I want to do, it's what you want to do." Lear held the coffee without drinking it, and looked at George with burning eyes and asked.

In fact, he is worried about how he should earn his next experience points.

History has been changed by him, and John Wick can't return to New York.

The bloody storm in New York City that followed may not happen again.

The only thing he didn't expect was that the Bronx gangsters were extremely dissatisfied with their ecological niche because of the recent economic development, and united to seize power.

Now is the time when the dot-com bubble is just emerging.

Financial systemic risks in the United States are nothing to look at.

No matter what you do, you can easily make money, and for Americans who are drunk today, it is naturally generous to spend money too easily.

They spend generously, and the income of the gang becomes higher.

The more prosperous the place, the higher the income of the gangster.

It seems that the Bronx's gangsters are lustful and carried away.

But in other words, what are they gangsters for?

Of course, for money, since it is for money, then why do you occupy the best resources, collect the most money, play the best chicks, eat the best food?

Aren't everyone's guns the same?

Who stipulates that you are better than me?

Have we fought?

These gangsters, like weeds, like leeks, grow round after round, they alternate too quickly, some of the old gangsters after some old gangsters are in prison, these newly grown gangsters don't even know the horror of the twelve high tables.

The twelve-high table should know to clean up the weeds regularly, but they underestimated the spirit of this group of weeds.

So much so that he was almost eaten back.

The Twelve High Tables, who became serious and serious, had their own rogue warriors and rapid reaction mobile units.

This rapid reaction mobile unit is called PTU in Hong Kong and SWAT in the United States.

These are all big spenders that only well-trained organizations can afford, and this group of completely off-the-job fighters, in New York, a place where every inch of land is expensive, if there is no high salary to support them, but it is difficult to sink into training.

This group of rogue fighters with twelve high-table body armor black technology for rapid reaction mobile forces is a group of 12 people. Driving armored cars around the Bronx is like the wind.

Accurate intelligence guides them to destroy every gang's den, rudder, and small base.

In just a few days, the whole of New York City was raging, and the suffering was known only to the gangsters in the Bronx.

They completely misjudged the strength of the enemy.

But George also completely misjudged how strong the pressure of public opinion on public opinion was.

They were also driven to the edge of the cliff.

In solving this matter, George must seize even the slightest possibility.

However, now the difficulty is difficult, and he does not even see the slightest opportunity.

When Puichi heard Lear say this, he couldn't help but look forward to this boy who was less than twenty years old.

He seems to have always come with miracles.

It's

the end of —————— month, I really can't stand it, and I am full of resistance to codewords, the man is coming in those days, and today it will be changed, everyone allows me slowly.