Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

"We were notified not long ago that there was a gun battle in this hotel, and some people even used grenades."

George said.

Suddenly, his communicator made a "sizzling" sound, followed by the voice of the firefighter.

"Sheriff Stacy, maybe you should come up and take a look, we found four bodies at the scene..."

"Okay, I'll come right away."

After George responded, he looked at Susan and the others, not surprised at all: "This matter has something to do with your CIA..."

"It doesn't matter."

Susan said firmly: "This matter has nothing to do with the CIA, but we may be able to give you some help."

"Of course, I welcome it."

George nodded.

A group of people took the elevator to room 23 on the 2301rd floor.

In this luxurious room, under the burning of the flames, the sofas, carpets, wine cabinets, tables and chairs, etc. inside were almost turned into charcoal.

Several corpses were damaged to varying degrees.

The deadliest corpse was located in the living room. It had already changed beyond recognition and turned into a blurred mass of flesh and blood.

Only the two corpses in the bedroom were still identifiable.

Susan and the others looked at the corpse and fell silent.

"Sheriff Stacy."

At this time, a police officer stepped forward to report: "Four bodies were found. The forensic doctor took a look at them. There were three dead, who died from the explosion of a grenade, and one who died from a pistol shooting. The identity cannot be identified yet."

"Ms. Susan, can you provide some other information?"

George nodded to show that he knew, then looked at Susan and asked, "You know, this is very important to us."

"Sorry, we don't know these four people."

Susan shook her head: "This matter has nothing to do with the CIA. I made a mistake. This matter may just be an ordinary gang fight."

After speaking, she turned to leave.

When did ordinary gangsters start using grenades?

Will gangs dare to fight RPGs on the street in a few days?

George Stacey frowned, sneered at Susan's statement, and watched the group disappear out of sight, but didn't say much.

He is just an ordinary sheriff and has no power to force the CIA to confess.

However, since the CIA appeared on the scene, the report will be easy to write after returning.

You can't blame yourself for the blame!

……

Get out of the hotel.

Susan's face seemed clouded.

The captain knew why, he knew the four bodies in the room.

When he got to a safe place and only his own people were left around, he whispered, "That's Ali and Kovacs, the remaining two..."

"Dave, and Resnick."

Susan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "The four of them are Pushkin's targets. This is revenge!"

The four of Dave had just killed Teddy Renson at the Slave clubhouse in Brooklyn, and then they were killed in this hotel...

"Pushkin knows where Dave and you are going, and he even knows that you don't know each other's existence..."

Susan paused every word, with a trembling tone, whether it was from fear or anger.

"We are being played by a gangster scum like this?!"

"Since when did the CIA start to look like a ball to be rubbed?"

"When did even a gang leader dare to play this trick with us?"

Susan was talking to herself, and the continuous internal torture made her gnash her teeth and clenched her fists unconsciously.

"This gangster scum must pay the price immediately!!"

Chapter 44 Fishing

under night.

A seven-seater commercial vehicle dangled away from Manhattan.

"4000 million, I draw 20.00%, take 800 million, and I will not participate in the distribution of the remaining 3000 or 530 million. Each of you is [-] million, and a fraction will be given to Matt as a tip. His command is of great help to us in combat. .”

In the car, David began to calculate the accounts, then looked at Matt, and seemed to think of something: "Do you have a Swiss bank security account?"

To put it bluntly, a security account is a foreign private account, as long as you provide the account and password, you can use it anytime you want.

Although on the surface it is necessary to provide identity information to open an account, who can't get a few fake identities these days?

In addition, Swiss banks in this period of time have a good reputation. Unlike 20 years later, they are still the first choice for most underground banks and private secret accounts.

"No."

Matt shook his head and smiled wryly, "I've never even heard of that much money before."

"Fox, use the fraternity channel to open a security account for Matt, and tell him when it's done." David ordered.

"No problem." Fox had no objection, it was all trivial matters.

"Thank you."

Matt is also very relieved about the few people in front of him.

Although they have known each other for a short time, after experiencing some things together, the two parties have established a rather deep friendship.

He is also very clear that this amount of money seems a lot to him, but in the eyes of David and others, it is far from reaching the point of "going against conscience, killing people and getting goods".

"I'm going to see Pushkin now."

David waved his hand: "The operation is over, it's time to go home."

With that said, the car drove into Brooklyn.

"Remember to dispose of the car, don't leave any flaws."

After arriving at the destination, David got out of the car and watched Wesley and others go all the way without stopping.

……

Brooklyn, not far from the Slavi clubhouse, a single-family house in a high-end residential area.

This is Andre's foothold.

The location is not hidden, but absolutely safe.

All the Russian gangsters surrounded the house like sandwich biscuits.

On the street, there are thugs from Russian gangsters at any time, instead of the community security patrols, they are more serious and responsible than the police.

Nobody, not even a fly, is allowed to stay in front of this house.

It is conceivable how exaggerated Andre's defense work is, which is completely different from the arrogant Susan.

Andre knew very well that if he was targeted by the CIA, if it wasn't for Pushkin's status as a deterrent, he would have been betrayed to the point where there was no scum left.

the other side.

The Lankerhoff brothers had just returned from Manhattan, and they were sitting anxiously in the house waiting for news.

They were both excited and worried when they thought about what they had done half an hour ago.

This time, the CIA was offended.

at last.

A subordinate came in a hurry and came quickly.

"Massive shootout at Manhattan hotel..."

He looked nervous, thinking of the information he had heard, with a trace of shock and disbelief on his face: "The police have arrived at the scene, and our people saw that woman, Susan, standing with the police..."

Andre and the Lankerhoff brothers looked at each other.

They naturally knew that this was David's effort.

"Are our people safe? Did the police catch anyone?"

Andre asked.

"No."

When the subordinates reported, the disbelief on their faces turned into excitement: "Our people acted very quickly, and those stupid policemen didn't find anything. At most, they tracked down the stolen car we provided."

"very good."

Andre smiled.

The Lankerhoff brothers let out a long sigh of relief.

Ding Ding!

A notification popped up on Andre's phone. He glanced at it and told the Lankerhoff brothers: "David is here, go out and pick him up."

"it is good."

Anatoly Rankkhov nodded, walked out of the house, went to the end of the street, and waited for David.

After a while.

A commercial vehicle stopped, and David got out of the car, looked at Anatole and did not speak.

Afterwards, the two watched the commercial vehicle leave.

Anatoly stepped forward.

"David, very well done."

He laughed and patted David on the shoulder, put away the original contempt in his heart, and completely changed his view of David.

If it was said that in the past, it was only because of Andre's face that he had to speak kindly to David, but now, the respect expressed in his words is completely from the heart.

He directly led people into the hotel, killed the mercenaries who were closely related to the CIA with lightning speed, avenged his own people... and even played tricks on the person in charge of the CIA operation.

This approach is very appetizing to him.

Men should be this hard.

"It's not over yet, it's not time to be happy."

David didn't mean to exchange greetings with Anatole, he solemnly reminded: "We have only officially entered a critical period now."

The two passed by.

At night, when the gang members patrolling the street passed by them, they all stood still and paid attention, and respectfully called out "boss".

Anatoly is used to it.

It was indeed the first time for David to feel such a strong gangster atmosphere.

Seeing these strong men with fiery eyes and full of ambition, he realized that being a gangster in the Marvel world is indeed a promising career...

If you retreat, you can embrace the thighs of superheroes, and if you advance, you can become a giant in the underground world. The upper limit is extremely high.

Of course, the possibility of premature death is also higher than other industries.

However, for men, the pleasure and refreshment of being superior and in control of power is more important than anything else.

……

David came to the house and saw Andre again.

This meeting, deep in the depths of Andre's eyes, the hint of worry was much better than before.

After confronting the CIA, Andre has been under a lot of pressure.