Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

In this case, the CIA will take the initiative to intervene in the white powder market in the whole country and border countries, and obtain income through various black means, and even through black eating.

This is already a secret known to people all over the world.

As the saying goes, anyone who engages in intelligence has a dirty heart.

This time in New York, Pushkin's subordinates suffered such a strong blow. Of course, there were reasons for provoking McCall, but the biggest factor affecting the situation was McCall's initiative to report and obtain permission, which allowed the CIA to discover business opportunities.

It is conceivable how big a market will be vacated in New York and even the East Coast after Pushkin is knocked out.

This is the real reason why the CIA is behind McCall.

"Since you know the situation, I don't need to say more."

Wilson opened his mouth slowly, a little surprised in his heart. Even he only knew that the CIA was playing tricks behind it, and he hadn't figured out the specific content, but he never thought that the intelligence work of the other party was so well done.

This shows that Pushkin has a close connection with the government behind it.Of course, everyone with their ass knows that this official is not the CIA...

Thoughts swirled in his mind, and he remained calm: "You want me to quit, it's impossible, unless you are willing to leave New York completely. My request is that there can only be one voice in the whole of New York, and that is me, Kim Bing .”

As soon as this sentence came out, Bullseye couldn't help but become serious, his gaze was slightly cold.

If the opponent refuses, it may mean a signal for war.

"no problem."

However, the other party's answer made Bullseye freeze slightly.

Even Wilson didn't expect Andre to answer so happily.

This seemingly thoughtless answer made Wilson a little puzzled, and his mind was turning so many times that he couldn't be sure.

"Mr. Pushkin, this is not a trivial matter. I advise you to think carefully and make a decision again after careful consideration."

Wilson said in a deep voice.

"Don't think about it, I promise."

Andre was very happy: "From now on, all the business in New York will be given to you. If you want, I can even let you run the entire east coast with me...Of course, this must be after the trouble is solved."

"..."

Wilson was stunned.

Bullseye was dumbfounded.

What kind of good man is this?

Could it be that there is a fraud behind it, and they treat us as big wrongdoers?

Wilson came to this negotiation with the idea of ​​extortion, or even robbery, but the other party just opened the door for you to choose, just like selling a property at a low price.

This feeling is not only weird, it is too weird.

"Mr. Pushkin, I am not joking with you. I hope you will think carefully before answering my question."

Wilson came back to his senses, his tone was low, and he was not angry, as if a wild beast had come out of the cage, and the terrifying aura covered the entire conference room.

"Do you not understand, what is serious consideration?"

"Fuck, why are you acting like a woman, endlessly."

Andre became impatient: "I said, no matter what you ask, I will promise you unconditionally..."

After a pause, he looked at David who had been watching this scene silently, as if watching a play, with a deep smile on his mouth, and raised his finger:

"And I'm not Pushkin, he is!"

Is there a fifth person in this room?

Wilson and Bullseye turned their heads together and found Andre's hand pointing at David.

David felt the hot and incredible eyes of the two, and returned a shy smile.

"Cough cough."

He cleared his throat and spread his hands: "Yes, I am Pushkin."

"Fake!!"

The two uttered a loud curse at the same time.

Wilson cared about his image anyway, and just cursed in his heart, while Bullseye made no secret of his shock and cursed out loud.

"Are you Pushkin?"

Bullseye's eyes stare like copper bells, have you ever been so speechless in your life?

Co-authored for so many years, Jin Bin and Pushkin are fighting each other, are you brothers fighting?

Chapter 33

False underworld hegemony, street gun battles, assassination and drugging, all kinds of evil, no bottom line.

The real underworld fights for hegemony, brother fights, peaceful negotiations, mutual humility, and fun.

"How can you be Pushkin?"

Bullseye stared at David for a long time before he finally regained his composure and asked out his inner doubts.

"Why can't I be Pushkin?"

Davy had a good laugh, and he loved seeing Bullseye's goofy look.

Even Wilson, who couldn't suppress his surprise, whose face was surprised and somewhat relieved, also came into view.

He asked rhetorically, "My brother can be Kim Bin, so why can't I be Pushkin?"

Can this kind of thing be explained by equivalent substitution?

Who will teach me if I'm not good at math?

Both Bullseye and Wilson were silent, not knowing what to say for a while.

"If you were Pushkin, why did you fight Wilson for so long?"

Bullseye's mind seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't turn around: "If you two joined forces, the east coast has been our world since a few years ago."

In fact, this question is not only bullseye, but also what Andre wants to know.

Only Wilson was unusually calm.

His clever brain figured everything out right away.

"You think I don't want to?"

After hearing this, David looked at Bullseye with the expression of looking at a fool.

Regarding this question, he had already prepared an answer, and instead of answering, he asked, "Who is my brother?"

"Kinbin." Bullseye replied.

"wrong."

David looked at Wilson and said, "My brother is Wilson Fisk, a billionaire, and I'm David Fisk, an ordinary college student from Hell's Kitchen."

Bullseye suddenly understood.

These two brothers don't know each other's identity! !

Kimpin, like Pushkin, is a code name.

Jin Bing's real identity is known to only a handful of people in the world.

As for Wilson Fisk, a billionaire in the real estate industry, in the eyes of everyone, he is the proud man who came out of Hell's Kitchen.

Who would have thought that a rich man with a net worth of hundreds of millions at a young age would become the leader of a gangster who would lose his head sooner or later?

Moreover, Wilson started from scratch, and every step he took was traceable. He was a representative of Hell's Kitchen White Way, and he was clearly arranged.

Everyone knew that Wilson Fisk must have been involved in the underworld, but no one thought that he was Jin Bin.

It's dark under the lights.

On the other side, Pushkin, as the godfather of gangsters on the east coast, who would have thought that behind such an Eastern European name, his true identity is a college student born in the United States and living in Hell's Kitchen and King's Base Camp in New York?

I have to say that David's way of launching a substitute to attract attention is wonderful.

No one knows that Pushkin in the eyes of the public is actually a fake!

"How did you find out about my identity?"

Wilson finally spoke, a little curious.

In order to avoid causing trouble to his family, he has kept his identity a secret even at home.

But a few days ago, when David forced his way into the boxing gym, he sent him several messages.

From then on, Wilson realized that his identity was no longer a secret in David's eyes.

However, David said in a text message that he would explain the cause and effect during the Christmas family gathering, so he did not rush to ask.

I never thought that planning is not as fast as changing.

"I wasn't sure at first, but after the incident in the boxing gym, I can be sure."

David smiled.

"Are you testing me?"

Wilson's expression remained unchanged, as expected.

I was so assured of David that I missed the opening, and when David asked me, I didn't even have the slightest intention to hide it.

"That's right, it's a test."

David said, getting back to business: "Now that the situation is clear, let's talk about the business."

"I don't know much about this CIA operation."

Wilson changed his angle and knew exactly what David wanted to know. He shook his head slightly, and said bluntly, "However, the people from the CIA did look for me and asked me to join forces with them to drive you out of New York."

After a pause, he continued, "Actually, I agreed."

Hearing this, Andre's face twitched.

Of course he knew what Wilson said.

For this peace talk, Wilson's calculation must be to pretend to be united and then stab the knife in the back.

However, Wilson never thought that Pushkin was his own brother.

That being the case, the plan will naturally need to be adjusted.

"Who contacted you?" David asked.

"Susan, an old woman."

Wilson did not hesitate to betray the CIA's information: "As far as I know, she has retired from the CIA long ago. Because she has a good relationship with McCall, she has become a messenger. If you find her, it will not be of much use."

"No, it works."

David shook his head, with a sneer on his face: "She has a good relationship with McCall, and she can be used as bait to help me catch McCall."

"In addition, there is another news that is very important to you."

Wilson thought for a while and said, "The CIA attaches great importance to this operation. Since you are Pushkin, you must know what the entire east coast market means. Winning this market will allow local CIA employees to pay at least one more bonus every year."

"Sounds like bad news." David shrugged.

"It's really bad news."

Wilson said: "Susan told me that the CIA intends to send a black ops commando to completely cleanse Pushkin's forces in New York. In other words, there is not much time left for you."

"This is New York, how dare they play so big?"

David frowned.

The Black Ops commandos are the CIA's trump card operations team, and McCall was a member of it.

The appearance of a McCall caused them so much trouble.

Not to mention, a special operations team with the backing of the CIA headquarters and an unknown number of McCalls.

"The essence of black operations is that as long as you kill all the targets, who knows what they did?"

Wilson sneered, disdainful of the CIA's way of making money for the national team.