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　　 The third option that Leon chose is very obvious: Don’t persuade, just do it!

　　 He got up abruptly, turned around, and grabbed his right hand!

　　 The big man behind him was holding a gun at his head. Before he could pull the trigger, he was pulled by Leon and blocked him.

　　 At this time, there were loud gunfire around!

　　 bang bang bang...

　　噗噗噗, the sound of a series of bullets hitting the human body surrounds Leon's ears.

　　 It's a pity that the person who was shot is not him...

　　 pushed the corpse into a hornet's nest, and while blocking the opponent's line of sight, Leon took the snatched pistol and began to reap his life!

boom!

boom!

boom!

　　 One shot, destroy an enemy.

　　 Leon didn't need to look at all, using his sensitive officer, he had already grasped the position of all the enemies in the restaurant.

　　 He just stood on the spot, holding a pistol, pulling the trigger in all directions.

　　 After only five seconds, Leon emptied the fifteen bullets in the Boletta M92 magazine.

　　At this time, in the entire restaurant, only Wilson Fisk sitting on a chair with a surprised look, and James Wesley, who was lying on the ground and curled up in a ball to avoid bullets...

With a "pop", Leon slapped the empty magazine pistol on the table, then leaned forward on the table with his hands on the table, and leaned forward, leaning in the ear of the motionless Wilson Fisk, and whispered: "Now, you only have One choice is to do what I say, understand?"

　　 A drop of cold sweat slowly slipped from Wilson Fisk's forehead, and finally dripped onto his spotless suit.

　　 Wilson Fisk told him in his heart that the man standing in front of him was different from any enemy he had dealt with before!

　　 He doesn't seem to care at all, who is the dead soul under his gun. Don’t care, these people’s

　　 Especially seeing the opponent's skill, Wilson Fisk knew that even if he could fight, he would not be able to escape the trial of a bullet under the opponent's rapid marksmanship.

　　He is a person who knows the current affairs very well, and he also knows that his best choice in this situation is to cooperate.

"clear."

　　 got the answer he wanted, Leon immediately showed a smile, stretched out his hand and gently patted the big fat man’s face, "That's right..."

　　 Sitting back in the chair, Leon tapped his finger on the table and asked: "Now, tell me, where is Mrs. Gao?"

　　 Hearing this question, for some reason, Wilson Fisk's heart suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 The other party didn't come to trouble him.

　　 This is good news for Fisk, who is afraid of the shadow of the opponent's powerful strength.

　　 At least he doesn't have to worry about the other party killing himself like this.

　　 Fisk didn't ask why he was looking for Mrs. Gao.

　　 Knowing Mrs. Gao's name and knowing the information about her cooperation with her is enough to prove that the other party has come prepared.

　　 "Her whereabouts are erratic, and there has never been a fixed base. Every time we meet, we just make an appointment somewhere."

　　 "In this case, you can give her a call for me, ask her to meet here, and say..." Leon looked down for a moment, then raised his head and showed an inexplicable smile:

　　 "An old friend from Kunlun, I want to reminisce with her."

　　 Kunlun?

　　 Fisk doesn't know what this slurred Chinese word means, but, obviously, it represents a place name.

　　 Maybe, this is Madame Gao's enemy from the far east?

　　 Leon didn't give him much time to think, and urged: "Fisk, you can call now."

　　 There was no way, Fisk had to look at James Wesley who was standing by and said, "Wesley, call Mrs. Gao."

　　 "Uh...Yes!"

　　 At this time, I remembered the phone number of my employer. James Wesley, who was with him, quickly took out the phone and dialed it.

　　 The phone with the loudspeaker turned on was placed on the desktop, and the sound of "Dep..." was being connected.

　　 Click!

　　 At the same time that the phone was connected, a female voice that had suffered through vicissitudes came from the other side:

　　 "Fisk, you should know that this is not the right time."

　　 Hearing the voice of the other party, Leon raised his eyebrows and motioned for Fisk to answer.

　　 "Mrs. Gao, I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but it happened so fast that I have to call you."

"What happened?"

　　 Fisk glanced at Leon first, then said to the phone:

　　 "I have a...friend here, and he asked me to tell you: An old friend from Kunlun, I want to reminisce with you..."

　　 Hearing from Fisk's mouth, hearing the familiar name "Kunlun", made Mrs. Gao on the other end of the phone suddenly startled!

　　 Since leaving Kunlun, Mrs. Gao has not heard of "Kunlun" for nearly ten years.

　　Who will come to her at this time?

　　 Could it be that Kunlun finally chose a new iron fist and sent him to New York in order to chase him down?

　　 Thinking of this possibility, she couldn't help asking with a little urgency in her tone~www.readwn.com~ and asked: "What does he look like, is he a man or a woman? Age..."

　　 Before Fisker could answer, Leon picked up the mobile phone on the desktop, faced the mobile phone, and said in unstandard Mandarin:

　　 "Mrs. Gao, come and see for yourself, don’t you know..."

　　 Suddenly hearing such fluent Chinese, Mrs. Gao was taken aback, and quickly asked: "Who are you?"

　　 "I said, I'm from Kunlun."

　　 This sentence made Mrs. Gao more certain that the other party was the person Kunlun sent to chase and kill her.

　　 "I am waiting for you at the XX restaurant, waiting for your visit..."

　　 After saying this, Leon hung up the phone.

　　 On the other side, Mrs. Gao returned the phone to her hand standing aside, and then immediately ordered: "Get the car, call the master, let's go to a place."

　　 Twenty minutes later...

　　 A few Mercedes-Benz cars, carrying Mrs. Gao and more than a dozen of his men, came to the restaurant.

　　 Looking at the door of the unguarded restaurant, Mrs. Gao couldn't help but frown, realizing that it was not as simple as "reminiscence".

　　 When Mrs. Gao stepped into the dining hall and saw Lyon's appearance, she couldn't help showing a trace of astonishment even though she had lived for four hundred years and was accustomed to the big storms.

　　 With a cane, Mrs. Gao stepped over a corpse lying on the floor, came to a place not far from the center of the restaurant, and stood still.

　　 Lyon sat on a chair, stretched out his right hand, and gestured in Mandarin: "Please, you are welcome, just sit down."

　　 Pulled a chair with his hand and placed it behind him, Mrs. Gao sat down.

　　 She looked at Leon quietly, and after a while, she said:

　　 "You look different from what I imagined. Also, your Mandarin is very good."