Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

"It was you."

When Stroud saw the person coming, his inner anger erupted like a volcano, and he couldn't suppress it completely.

His knife-like gaze passed over Mosley and landed on David in front of him, completely understanding why Rodriguez would betray him.

"He's yours."

Mosley waved his hand and said indifferently, "It's up to you to deal with it."

"Son of a bitch!"

Stroud turned his head suddenly, looked at his former partner, his eyes were red: "Even if I leaked confidential information, it should be dealt with by the FBI. I can go to court, he has no right to deal with me!"

"Simon, don't you understand?"

Rodriguez sighed: "This is the director's decision. You are too reckless in doing things, and you have stepped over the line."

"That's why you gave up on me?"

Stroud went crazy: "Just because I don't fit in with you? I thought we were friends!"

"Yes, it used to be."

Rodriguez raised his head and looked directly at Stroud for the first time. The indifference in his eyes made Stroud feel unprecedentedly strange.

"Not now."

After speaking, he got up and left, leaving only Stroud with a refusal and strange back.

Mosley followed, leaving room for David and Stroud.

"We can finally have a good chat."

David slid his wheelchair over to Stroud.

Wesley guarded the door and did not allow anyone to come in or out, leaving enough time and space for the two to communicate.

"Pooh!"

Stroud spit on David, his face grim: "Do you think I will beg you for mercy? Let me tell you, death is impossible! I will never beg for mercy from a shameless gangster!"

Chapter 80

Seeing the clothes stained with saliva, David's expression remained unchanged.

The Stroud in front of him is already a fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

For a dying person, David is quite magnanimous, and it is also appropriate to let him vent.

"If these are your last words, I regret that they have no value."

He said lightly: "I thought you would want to leave some useful advice to your family."

After finishing speaking, he lost interest in the conversation and waved his hand.

Seeing this, Wesley stepped forward.

"and many more!"

Stroud opened his eyes wide: "Even if it is death, let me die to understand, I have a few questions..."

"I haven't figured out the situation until now. No wonder they regard you as an idiot. Even the FBI's own people can't understand you."

David froze for a moment, then laughed out loud, as if hearing the funniest joke in the world.

"You just said it yourself, I'm a gangster and a bad guy."

He didn't expect the other party to make such a request, so he interrupted without hesitation, and then said with great interest: "How can you ask a bad guy to make you understand?"

"Fake!"

Stroud was furious, struggling frantically, and wanted to shake his fist at David.

"Take him out of here, I don't want to see him again."

Of course David would not give him this chance, and signaled to Wesley: "I'll go next door, there's someone waiting to deal with it."

"clear."

Wesley nodded and knocked Stroud out with a punch, then gagged him, put a black hood over his head, and dragged him into the back of a minivan outside the building.

The wagon driver was a butcher from a fraternity.

Although his job is to be a killer, since he has the nickname of a butcher, he naturally does half of the work of a scavenger.

Those who have been dealt with by him will never appear again.

Rodriguez and Mosley watched the pickup truck go away, knowing what would happen to Stroud.

"Why, can't bear it?"

Mosley looked normal, and said with a smile, "I'll get used to it in the future. In this world, either you eat people, or people eat you."

"Besides, Stroud asked you to help him recover his innocence. To put it bluntly, he wants you to help him bring down the director and Jin Bin behind David."

After a pause, he emphasized: "Actually, David is not as simple as you think. He is not only Jin Bing's younger brother, but also has close contacts with Pushkin... It is impossible for you two to do this alone."

"If you help him, you will hurt yourself..."

Speaking of this, Mosley's tone was tinged with sarcasm: "Stroud is too selfish. He only thought of himself when he did this, but he didn't expect that he was dragging you to die!"

"I understand that it was not me who killed him, but his stupidity."

Rodriguez nodded, restrained the complex look in his eyes, and felt a chill in his heart.

It was the first time he had heard what Mosley said about David.

At the same time, he also understood that Mosley was warning himself not to have any other thoughts.

David is not only Jin Bin's younger brother, but also has a close relationship with Pushkin.

Which means, the whole of New York, no, the whole East Coast underworld, is in the hands of this wheelchair-bound, seemingly frail man.

Who can bring him down?

Not to mention just an agent of the FBI branch, even the chief of the branch, Giles Pittman, did not dare to be arrogant in front of people like David.

Earlier, at the reception held by Wilson Fisk, the terrorist attack that broke out was a terrorist attack on the surface, but the actual twists and turns could not be hidden from the eyes of Rodriguez, an insider.

Now Governor Darryl Richardson's relationship with Wilson Fisk is as tight as wearing a pair of pants.

With Darryl helping Wilson reach out to the Ministry of Justice, the FBI affiliated to the Ministry of Justice, especially the FBI New York branch, would not be able to take any effective measures against Jin Bin, that is, Wilson Fisk, the New York underground overlord.

Including this time, Mobius reconciled with the FBI. It seemed that the FBI had no choice. In fact, Giles Pittman was very angry and was scolded bloody by the headquarters.

Are the people who died in the National Guard really dead in vain?

The FBI would not have made the decision to settle with Morbius so quickly if Governor Darryl Richardson hadn't brokered it.

It can be seen from this that an invisible huge black hand has quietly enveloped the sky over New York.

It's like a dark cloud covering New York State, covering the sun.

The city under the dark clouds is wantonly controlled by this black hand.

Rodriguez seems to be able to insist on himself and stand on the opposite side of David. In fact, there is only one choice, and that is to join forces.

Besides, there are many benefits to relying on David.

"As Stroud's partner, it's a pity that you were implicated by him. The vacant deputy director position cannot be given to you."

Mosley said with a smile: "However, I won't be wronged for long. Soon, I will be promoted to deputy director. At that time, my current position will be yours."

"I'm very relieved."

Rodriguez understood.

It was precisely because he saw the facts in front of him that he never regretted his decision.

Stroud is the nomination certificate he handed to David.

……

Interrogation room next door.

David rowed his wheelchair, pushed the door open and entered.

Ben Ulrich was being handcuffed and locked on the Regret Chair, his face was full of panic.

After seeing David, there was a trace of fear in his eyes, and he was instantly excited.

"Sir, it's a misunderstanding. I don't know anything. Simon Stroud lied to me. He didn't tell me it was confidential information. I can explain it."

He spoke quickly, and said quickly, "I'm a reporter, and I know what to do and what not to do."

"Please believe me, subjectively, I have absolutely no intention of inquiring about the FBI's internal secrets."

Yurik didn't want to go to prison, let alone go to prison after being beaten severely.

As a reporter, Yurik has a keen sense of smell.

Although he was arrested for spying on FBI secrets, considering Stroud's situation within the FBI and the information he told himself, some clues can be seen from it.

Urik thought that he should still have room to save the situation and regain his freedom.

However, David's answer made him despair.

"Mr. Urick, it doesn't matter whether you subjectively pry into FBI secrets."

David said lightly: "As a reporter, I respect your profession, but you must know that the nature of your profession is doomed that the judge will not trust your statement unless you can produce decisive evidence."

Judging from the nature of Urik's profession, since he was involved in this dispute, he was not innocent.

If you lose the bet, you have to pay the price for your actions.

Send this guy directly to the prison, and then come out after a few years of detention, so naturally he will have a long memory, and it will not affect the overall situation.

The FBI has done a lot of things to forcefully label people, and David is not worried about what new tricks Ben Urick, a mere reporter, can come up with.

In his eyes, such a person is like trampling an ant to death on the side of the road.

Even Stroud was just a bigger ant.

Therefore, he didn't mean to talk to Urik. It was simply that Mosley handed over the matter to him, and he had to come over to see the situation.

After reading it, I naturally rolled the wheelchair and planned to leave.

"Wait, I can make up for it!!"

Seeing this, Ben Urick was extremely anxious, racked his brains, and suddenly thought of something, and said quickly:

"I know clues about Lucis Crown, isn't your FBI looking for him?"

He was resolute and determined: "I can help you find him!!"

"Oh?"

David paused, slid the wheelchair, turned around, and looked at Urick again.

"Gudong!"

Urik swallowed his saliva, the extreme nervousness made his expressions and body movements look a little stiff.

"I know the clues about Lucis Crown, but you must promise to let me go and not prosecute me."

He suppressed his fear, looked directly at David, took a deep breath, and re-emphasized: "In return, I can be the FBI's eyeliner, and I can work for the FBI at ordinary times!"

Ulrich was fully aware of his situation, and chose to use another method, that is, to sell himself and show his value, in order to obtain a chance of freedom from David, or the FBI.

"You are responsible for what you say."

David spoke slowly.

"of course."

Even if Urik was still a little uncertain, he couldn't show it at this time, and said firmly:

"If I tell a lie, I am willing to take the initiative to go to jail!"

……

After a while.

The crowd gathered together.

David, Wesley, Mosley, Rodriguez, Director Peterman who just finished the press conference, and Mobias.