Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

This person is Sloan.

"You underestimated us, but unfortunately... I underestimated you."

David didn't mind being angry with the other party: "I thought there would be a hard fight today."

"You think you won?"

Sloan bared his bloodied teeth, and the sight from those horrible eyes moved away from David and fell on Fox and others: "You think I betrayed the fraternity? No, you are wrong, the fraternity betrayed betrayed me, and betrayed you!!”

"Sloan, you have already lost, and you have lost completely."

Fox said coldly: "If you commit suicide now, I can still retain a trace of respect for you."

"Yes, you should respect me."

Sloan took bad words as good ones, and unceremoniously accepted Fox's words.

"I have withheld all of your destiny verdicts. Fate wants to execute all of us. I saved you, I saved all of you..."

His voice was trembling, resentful and hoarse: "But you have betrayed me now!! You will regret it, you will regret it, hahahaha!"

"Sloan, don't try to disturb people's hearts."

Fox was determined, and spat: "You think I don't know that you forged our verdict? Me, David, Wesley, Cross, the repairman, etc., everyone... you forged everyone's verdict Books, just to get rid of people you think are a threat to you at the right time! I know everything!!"

"you……"

Sloan was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized, and looked at David: "I really underestimated you, David, well done, well done... very good!!"

"In that case, it would be impolite to say so."

David shrugged and raised his gun to aim: "Farewell, Sloan."

"Hahahaha, you will regret it."

Sloan was unafraid to leave his last words.

In the next moment, a bullet pierced his forehead, his eyes lost their luster, and he died completely.

"ended."

Wesley looked at Sloan's body with complicated emotions.

Although Matt couldn't see it, he heard the picture more clearly than everyone present.

He felt as if Sloan hadn't lied.

But people often burst out with huge and incredible power before they die.

Therefore, the words before death are either true or false, and it is difficult to distinguish.

Matt sighed, this matter has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't want to get into it.

All he needed to know was that Sloan was indeed not a good man, and that was enough.

"Everyone, it's time to leave, the police are coming to wash the floor soon,"

David looked back at the crowd, with a smile on his face, and his eyes fell on Fox: "We can celebrate in another place, and at the same time discuss in a small group, whether the fraternity should continue and in what way. "

"I know there's a bar near here."

The gunsmith raised his hand, and then regained his senses: "Oh, yes, you should all know..." He looked at Matt again, "Only you don't know."

"The bar is on the east side?" Matt asked back.

"how do you know?"

The gunsmith was shocked: "Have you been there before?"

"No, I heard it."

"Fuck, how is this possible?"

"The bar is loud, and you know, I'm very hard of hearing."

Chapter 24 Future Development, Benefit Distribution

A group of people took off their equipment, drove away the three cars at the gate of the factory, and came to the bar not far from the factory in the mouth of the gunsmith.

Shortly after they left, the NYPD and FNY were overdue.

The two accurately grasped the timing of their arrival after the gang fight, and usually would not have any violent collisions with gangsters or people from the underground world, which is regarded as an unspoken rule in New York.

As for the chaos in the textile factory this time, after being classified as a gang fight by the New York Police Department, it is doomed to have no results. It will only be announced to the outside world that the dust explosion caused by improper storage of materials inside the factory has caused a certain number of deaths and injuries.

Fatal gunshot wounds on the deceased were routinely ignored by forensic doctors.

When Fox gets his hands free, formally takes over the fraternity, pays a fine in the name of the factory, and everything goes back to normal, as if nothing happened.

This is New York, where heaven and hell coexist.

The crowd came to the bar.

David got out of the car and saw that the name of the bar was "Sister Margaret's House for Bad Kids", and he immediately found it very novel and interesting.

He has been here as far as I can remember.

This is not an ordinary bar, it also has the function of "intermediary".

Anyone can post a task in the bar, waiting for the Lone Ranger or some organization to take the order-there is no limit to the content of the task.

Of course, guests can also specify a target to post a task, and the bar staff will find a way to contact the other party.

"Kelly, here's a keg of beer, big keg."

The gunsmith was rich and powerful, he didn't earn much but he was generous. He took out a few banknotes from his pocket and waved to the waitress in the bar: "Hurry up, I must have a good drink today."

"no problem."

Kelly is a brown-haired woman in her 40s. She twisted the waist of the bucket, took the money and said with a smile, "Long time no see, the trouble is solved?"

"Of course, I'm free." The gunsmith laughed.

"Oh?"

Kelly was slightly surprised, and instantly guessed part of the facts: "It seems that the explosion site just now is your factory."

Then he glanced at David, Fox and the others beside him, smiled, turned around and abruptly picked up a large bucket of beer and put it next to everyone, and brought snacks and fruit plates.

When David was surprised, Kelly said with a smile: "Looking at the past friendship, this is a gift... That old guy Sloan is finally dead, and we will be happy to cooperate in the future."

Fox thought about it.

From Kelly's words, she heard that Sloan had a deep relationship with the "House of Bad Kids".

Most of the verdicts forged by Sloan may have been received from the House of Bad Children.

Thinking of this, Fox couldn't help feeling angry again.

It turned out that everyone knew that Sloan was not a good guy, but Sloan was regarded as the most respected leader within the Brotherhood.

"Fake!!"

This made Fox so angry that he gulped down a sip of beer.

Wesley also took a sip of beer, completely relaxed, and felt an indescribable emptiness in his heart.

It seems that after this incident, he no longer knows how to live.

"When things are over, don't dwell on the past, everyone, we should look forward."

David glanced at the comrades on the table, who were also drinking buddies at this time, and said with a smile, "Fox, what are your plans for the future?"

"do not know."

Fox shook his head, his mood suddenly became depressed, and he said honestly: "I don't even know what to do in the future, whether the brotherhood should continue to exist."

After this battle, the hearts of Fox and others were broken.

They used to fight for their beliefs, but now under the leadership of Sloan, the Brotherhood has become a place of filth. They have lost the confidence to continue fighting for the Brotherhood.

"Of course the Brotherhood has its reasons for continuing to exist..."

David thought to himself that you can't retire. If you retire, wouldn't my hard work be in vain.

He persuaded: "The brotherhood belonging to Sloan will be destroyed, and the current brotherhood will be reborn from the ruins, and it will be better and better in the future."

"What do you think?" Fox was not an idiot, and saw the purpose of David's words.

"I think the fraternity needs to transform, of course, and that's where everyone can see it."

David said: "First of all, we need to form a council of elders. On this table, besides Matt, there are six of us, that is, the six elders of the new brotherhood. Each elder takes turns to supervise each other. If there are major problems It will be decided by a vote after discussion.”

"Sounds good, what else?" Fox asked again.

The two didn't hide their secrets during the discussion, and all the people on the table pricked up their ears.

Matt also found it quite interesting, witnessing the destruction, reconstruction and rebirth of an underground organization, and learned another useless knowledge.

"What's more, the brotherhood's income is too little. In this era, faith is worthy of respect, but more gains are needed to maintain the faith."

David said indifferently: "In addition to assassinating important people and matching bonuses in the black market, the Brotherhood also needs to open up new sources of income."

"A new way of making money, what should I say?" Fox frowned.

"Have you ever thought that our organization has been around for centuries, and the textile factory that was just blown up today also has a history of more than 100 years, which can be regarded as a long history."

David thought it over a long time ago, and said: "With such a good foundation, why can't we give full play to our original advantages and must be honest as killers to earn money?"

"That makes sense." Fox nodded, "What's your suggestion?"

"Of course the original function of the textile factory will be expanded to produce clothing."

David slapped the table: "The development of an organization must not be limited to immediate interests. We must straddle black and white to gain the right to speak in this world."

"But even if we have the foundation, it is not easy to develop a clothing brand from scratch." Fox and others were almost persuaded by David, and immediately fell into deep thought.

"The clothing is just a derivative. The most important thing is another thing, which is also unique to the fraternity." David smiled.

What's unique to fraternities?

Fox and the others were taken aback again.

Medicated oil! !

The medicated oil was so effective that he almost recovered from his injuries overnight! !

Matt responded instantly.

Sure enough, David continued: "The Brotherhood's special medicine oil has outstanding effects, and it is difficult to find medicines with similar effects in this world. Haven't you ever thought that this will be a huge benefit?"

The more Fox and others listened, the brighter their eyes became.

They have used medicated oil for a long time, so they naturally know the gap between the brotherhood's medicated oil and outside medicines, one is the sky and the other is the earth.

However, years of experience have made them accustomed to it, so they don't find it strange.

Now after David mentioned something, he instantly realized the key point.

"It just so happens that I own a pharmaceutical company, and at the same time, I have some proper relationships."

The smile on David's face deepened, and his tone was firm: "The Brotherhood will cooperate with me, and the profits will be distributed reasonably. Soon, the Brotherhood will no longer worry about money."

"I personally agree with your suggestion, but in principle, I need to discuss with the remaining members of the Brotherhood and make a decision."

Fox did not reply immediately, but David was not in a hurry.

Businesses are all negotiated, and it is rare for a deal to be made after the other party has finished speaking.

Besides, as long as the medicinal oil is commercialized, the interests within the brotherhood must be shared by David.

Otherwise, is the work not in vain?

Although David seems to be a bit distant from the fraternity, no one will deny that he was a member of the fraternity and made great contributions to the fraternity.

Chapter 25 The Second Identity

Time passed slowly.

After a brief discussion, everyone put aside their work and drank to their heart's content.

The sky is dim and the bar is closed.

David and others ended the drinking session.