American drama life begins with Dr. House

Facing Du Wei's heart-piercing words, Elijah's fists clenched tightly, as if there was a loud bell ringing in his mind.

As a person in power, he did ignore a lot of obvious things.

His constant success has made him regard all the heroes in the world as nothing.

So much so that he regarded the Blood Hand Faction, which could become one of the twelve seats on the High Table, as a cat and dog on the roadside.

But in fact, which one of the twelve seats on the high table is Yi Yu's generation?

The 'Samaritans' that the Camorra family was on the line with could easily use the 'Always Vigilant' members to defeat his arrangement in Princeton.

If Duwei hadn't blocked the Samaritan, I'm afraid Wilson would still be sitting here now.

There is also what happened in Princeton. The Illuminati, who is also one of the twelve seats on the High Table, successfully threatened the life and death of an entire city with the Ebola virus simply by using sick monkeys.

If Du Wei hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have allowed them to accurately kill most of the sick monkeys before causing a large-scale spread.

So it is still Wilson who is sitting here now, not Elijah!

Speaking of things in New York, if there had not been Du Wei's guidance to stand still and let the young and energetic 'Brotherhood' seize the territory, then the targets that the Blood Hands wanted to protect would have changed.

Finally, there is the battle for Hell's Kitchen. From the advanced equipment in service to various plans to weaken Hell's Kitchen's combat power, everything was done by Du Wei.

So much so that Elijah successfully climbed to the top of New York without encountering much resistance.

So along the way, he had an illusion. The so-called Blood Hand Sect, Wilson, and the High Table were just such illusions.

But in fact, now that he was awakened by Du Wei, he finally understood that the reason why it was so easy was because Du Wei solved the most difficult part of the matter.

His opponents were never strong enough, they were just not as strong as Du Wei!

But who is Elijah? How dare he ignore them like Du Wei?

Isn’t that asking for death?

Elijah's back was immediately soaked with cold sweat when he realized that he had made a big mistake.

If Du Wei really still implements the so-called dragging plan, his death will not be far away.

So in the end, he was left with only two choices.

One is to completely surrender to the High Table and be willing to be a dog of the Bloody Hands.

The second is, as Du Wei said, strike first and use deception to make the Bloody Hands sect obediently walk into the death trap, so as to truly control the New York underground!

But it took a lot of effort for Elijah to get to where he is today. How could he be the kind of person who is willing to be a dog for others?

So there seemed to be two choices, but Elijah actually had only one choice, and that was to kill!

Follow Du Wei's plan and be the one who drills holes in the Bloody Hand Pie bottle!

Elijah, who finally understood everything, took out a square towel from his pocket and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. Then he folded the square towel and put it back in his arms. He looked at Du Wei solemnly and said:

“I really can’t guarantee that things will turn out the way I predict.

And like you said, the Blood Hands have never been stupid, and my continued rejection of them will only lead to my own death.

Before, I was so blinded by the power in front of me that I didn't see the situation clearly.

Now I will do what you said and agree to let their 'professionals' come to New York to teach me how to manage this huge gang.

Then treat them well!

But before that, I need more arms..."

Elijah paused for a moment and then added in an emphasis:

“The more the merrier!”

Looking at Elijah who had woken up, Du Wei nodded. Some people are lost in the desire for power and cannot extricate themselves. Such people are hopeless.

But some people will be briefly indulged in the desire for power and then realize the danger and get out. Such people will become stronger.

Obviously Elijah belongs to the latter, and his short-term greed is not worth mentioning in the face of awakening.

"As always, give me the list of things you want and I'll get them done for you.

Of course this time, you have to pay for it yourself."

Elijah nodded, no problem, and then set his sights on the King of Bowery Street:

"I need to monetize the value of Hell's Kitchen as quickly as possible."

A look of hesitation flashed across the King of Bowery Street's face, and he said hesitantly:

"But……"

Before the King of Bowery Street could finish speaking, Elijah interrupted coldly:

"There is nothing wrong with it. The more land you hoard, the less valuable the land will be.

Just sell all those plots and leave the core area.

Remember, things are more valuable when they are scarce, and only the remaining land will have huge room for appreciation!"

The King of Bowery nodded to show that he understood, then turned and left the charred office.

Then Elijah turned back and looked at Duwei again:

"After the money arrives, I will donate it to the "Stay Away from AI" foundation. That's the right name, right?

By the way, now that I have joined this plan to deal with the Bloody Hand faction, I want to know who is the person who will open a hole in the Bloody Hand faction's base camp?

Frank? McKell? Or Reese?"

Du Wei smiled and shook his head:

"He is another ruthless person. Although he is a bit older, he is more experienced and ruthless in his actions.

As long as he's here, there's no problem... As you can see, he's on the phone right away, please wait a moment."

…

And the ruthless man in Duwei's mouth, Bill, had already arrived in Paris, the capital of Rooster Country.

Through the help of an old friend who worked in the National Security Bureau of Rooster Country, Bill confirmed the authenticity of the information from Du Wei.

There is indeed a red door on Paradise Street, but the forces behind the red door are deeply entangled with the officials of the Rooster Kingdom.

Even that old friend was trying to persuade him not to be enemies with these guys with bloody hands tattooed on their backs.

Because these people are not only powerful, but also have extremely powerful official protection in Paris.

Even old friends who serve in the National Security Agency have vaguely hinted that there is a shadow of their National Security Agency in this protective umbrella.

But Bill said that he would not cause trouble for them, and turned around and came not far from the red door.

While tying his shoelaces, Bill discovered through experienced experience that many hidden stakes were nearby, watching for anyone who passed by the red door.

And these guys have bulging waists, obviously they all have "guys".

Although there is freedom to hold guns in the Rooster Country, the gun management in the Rooster Country is very strict. The cost of obtaining a license, purchasing a gun, and shooting training are not cheap. In addition, if you violate the law, you will face high fines, so

A guy who can own a gun must have a strong backing.

It seems that these guys are the members of the Bloody Hands sect mentioned by Du Wei.

So how to enter the red door without injury may be a bit of a headache.

Thinking of this, Bill subconsciously looked for some useful props in his pocket, but unexpectedly found a black gold business card with Du Wei's name on it.

Looking at the number written in gold, Bill hesitated for a few seconds before dialing the number of the man who claimed to be an intelligence officer from the Beautiful Country.

Three seconds after it rang, a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

Bill didn't talk nonsense and said directly:

"I'm in Paris now. I need help now. I need an identity that can lead me to the red door."

Du Wei on the other end of the phone didn't say much when he heard Bill's request for help. He just reminded calmly:

"I remember telling you that the promise of this number is only valid in New York.

If we take action in Paris, do you understand that it will cause diplomatic disputes?"

After hearing Du Wei's excuse, Bill, who cared about his daughter, suddenly became anxious.

"I will bear all the consequences! You just need to arrange an identity for me to enter the red door!"

You can make any requests afterwards, as long as I can do it!

But now you have to help me!"

Duwei chuckled, of course he knew that Bill would give everything for his daughter.

His previous prevarication was just waiting for Bill's promise.

Now that the goal has been achieved, Duwei doesn't mind helping Bill.

As for the diplomatic disputes caused? They are all clichés.

"There is only one identity that is more useful in Paris than a member of the Blood Hands, and that is an agent of the National Security Agency.

So I will give you a fake identity that will last for one hour in its identity system.

As for how you should use this identity, I don’t think I need to say more.”

Bill took a deep breath, said thank you, and hung up the phone.

Of course he knew how to use this false identity.

What his old friend Sam from Rooster Nation's NSA had previously suggested was that the Blood Hands were 'protected' by the NSA.

In other words, the Bloody Hands are paying tribute to the National Security Agency on a regular basis!

So in order to avoid having loopholes found in the tax system and exposing the matter to the public, the senior officials of the National Security Agency would naturally adopt a method of leaving no trace.

That is to collect cash in person!

This is the same reason that old prostitutes never use electronic payments.

Cash is the hardest thing to leave traces and the easiest thing to launder.

Therefore, what Bill has to do is very simple, that is, be the 'evil man' who comes to collect protection money!

With the decision made, Bill adjusted his leather jacket, straightened his back and walked towards the red door openly.

This behavior is very similar to that of senior security personnel who hold real power.

Seeing Bill's behavior, the hidden stakes lurking around felt that this face was indeed strange, but they were also intimidated by Bill's aura.

After all, the guy with ulterior motives is a bit unusual when approaching the red door, and he will not approach like Bill.

In particular, Bill's many years of career as an agent made these street gang members very sure that this was a tip.

Coupled with the stability brought by Bill's age, he looks more like a big shot.

This impression made the hidden pile dare not make any move, allowing Bill to successfully push the red door and enter the courtyard.

Anyway, even if Bill really has a problem, it doesn't matter much. After all, it is an important hideout of the Bloody Hands in Paris. How can Bill cause trouble there by himself?

Therefore, when Bill entered the courtyard, the hidden stakes withdrew their sights and continued to do what they should do.

As for Bill, who pushed open the red door with his hand, as soon as he entered, his sharp eyes enveloped the two minions who were playing cards and watching out underneath.

Seeing this look, the two minions couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

They are all too familiar with this kind of momentum. It is the contempt of those in high positions for those in low positions!

The outposts who can be sent as gatekeepers are usually newcomers with relatively low qualifications in the organization, so they couldn't help but stutter when faced with Bill who came in a menacing manner.

"Looking for...looking for...who?"

"Your boss!"

"Old...boss, I'm not here."

Bill smiled disdainfully and threw the gun at his waist. The gangster subconsciously caught Bill's gun.

Then he raised his head blankly and looked at Bill opposite. He really didn't understand what Bill meant.

When he was confused, Bill had already taken out his old mobile phone from his pocket and said:

"Really? Do you know how many agents will surround this place if I call this number?

I guarantee you won't have time to escape from here.

So stop lying and waste my time again, or I will kill you in the name of attacking the police!"

When he heard the last three words in an emphatic tone, the little guy holding the pistol trembled all over.

He seemed to understand the significance of Bill throwing the gun to him.

This guy is a frame-up!

This is a false accusation!

This is a trap!

But it is undeniable that this did give Bill a legitimate opportunity to shoot, which means that he might really die for assaulting a police officer!

fxxk!

The sweat on the young man's forehead immediately broke out in large drops. He had already made a guess about Bill's identity, but now that he heard Bill's threatening words, his guess was immediately confirmed.

The behavior of the person in front of me is very much like those National Security Bureau agents who ask them to pay protection money from time to time.

These naughty National Security Bureau agents rely on the official support behind them to not take the lives of little guys like them seriously!

Anyway, if little minions like them die, they will die. The big bosses at the top will not shed a tear for them. At most, they will renegotiate the negotiated protection fee.

He doesn't have to commit his life here for a salary of three thousand euros!

After realizing that the person in front of him was not easy to mess with, the gangster quickly handed back the hot pistol respectfully with both hands.

Then he humbly said "wait a moment", grabbed the walkie-talkie placed by the table, walked to the side and whispered to the top to report the situation here.

Bill, on the other hand, stared at him with cold eyes, as if he was really considering letting his agents take over this den.

Soon the little guy got new orders from above, which relieved his nervous look.

Since Bill wants to find trouble with the boss, let him find trouble with the boss. Finally, he doesn't have to face this fierce god.

Then the little guy tilted his head upstairs to signal Bill to follow him. After signaling, the little guy walked upstairs first.

As for confiscating sidearms?

Come on, he never wants to touch this kind of agent's gun again in his life, otherwise his death will be in vain!

Compared to the scared little guy, Bill, who was expressionless, felt relieved.

I have to say that the advice Duwei gave him was very useful. Bill, who is an agent himself, was able to portray those black agents of the National Security Bureau perfectly.

These guys didn't even think of verifying his identity. They believed that he was really an NSA agent from Rooster Country just by judging by his aura.

This move successfully avoided alerting the enemy and gave him a chance to safely save his daughter.

Now he just needs to find out where his daughter was kidnapped by them, and then... kill them all!

The little guy leading the way suddenly trembled all over, as if he could inexplicably feel the fierce murderous aura emanating from Bill behind him.

The little minions, muttering in their hearts, couldn't help but speed up their march. All they had to do was bring Bill, the fierce god, to the boss.

After passing through several corridors and ascending stairs, the minions finally brought Bill to a living room full of life.

There are all pots, pans, TVs and refrigerators here, but the TV has been smashed.

In front of the TV were several shredded gambling tickets.

Bill took a quick glance and saw parameters like Argentina and Victory from the fragments.

It looks like these guys failed to manipulate the game for some reason, resulting in a real upset.

Bill turned his eyes slightly and looked at the most conspicuous small square table in the middle of the living room.

There are scattered playing cards on this small square table, and the four people sitting at the table are holding a handful of cards in their hands. It seems to be no different from ordinary family social interaction.

Of course, the premise is that you ignore the firearms displayed next to the chips, the bloody hand tattoo on the back of the card-catching hand, and the guy cleaning the human blood stains on the floor at the door of the bedroom.

At this time, the four people sitting at the square table all stopped their movements when they saw Bill being led up.

They all raised their heads in unison and cast their indifferent eyes on this middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket and looking old.

They smelled something disgusting. This guy must be a cop.

After confirming this, one of the guys with beards spoke first:

"What do you want to do here?"

Bill did not answer hastily. Instead, he first gave instructions to the young man who brought him up:

"A cup of black coffee with ice, hurry up and get it."

After he finished speaking, he pulled out an unoccupied chair, sat down and placed his legs on the card game on the square table.

This action immediately caused angry looks to appear on the faces of the four people, but other than the angry looks, the four of them controlled their tempers very well and did not reach for the pistols at hand.

Seeing the four people's forbearance and restraint, Bill sneered and said:

“Don’t you know what I’m here to do?

Of course we’re here to negotiate the price!”

Upon hearing this, the four people looked at each other quickly, and then a guy with a scar on his face stood up, his hand accidentally or unintentionally touched the edge of the pistol and said:

"We have already negotiated the price for this year with Mr. Macon."

Bill snorted softly, twitched his fingers at the little guy who was standing not far away after making coffee, and motioned for him to bring the coffee, and then he said:

"That guy in Macon has dirty hands and feet. He has been transferred to an area where there is no oil and water.

It won't be long before he disappears, so I say again, the price must be renegotiated!"

Scarface wanted to say something else, but another guy with a big back and oily hair next to him raised his hand, and Scarface immediately shut up.

Obviously the guy who calls the shots here is this big guy.

Da Bei stared straight at Bill for a while, and Bill looked at him without fear.

Then Da Beitou put down the cards in his hand, took out the mobile phone in his arms, made a call and turned on the speaker.

Soon a man's angry voice came from the loudspeaker.

"Damn! I'm not saying there's no need not to make this call..."

Halfway through, the microphone on the other end of the phone seemed to be covered, but everyone could still hear some fragments of words coming through.

"Dear...my horse...is about to arrive, have you...stopped?"

"Oh~~~ I'm sorry, I... have to answer this call, you... wash it, and we can... play again later."

Then the man's slightly panting voice sounded clearly again, but it was obvious from the sound that he was extremely impatient.

After all, anyone who is interrupted at a critical moment will be extremely unhappy.

Da Beitou directly ignored the dissatisfaction in the other party's words and said:

"I need you to help me confirm the identity of the next person. That guy's name is..."

The big-backed head slightly raised his eyes and looked at Bill, who was also looking at him across the way.

Bill's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged.

He didn't expect that the person in charge here actually had channels to verify his identity.

Now we can only see whether Du Wei's disguised identity information can pass the test.

If it doesn't work, then you can only implement a backup plan.

Bill took a leisurely sip of coffee with ice cubes before replying:

"Bill Marx."

Da Beitou nodded and confirmed at the other end of the phone:

"Bill Marx, is he from your agency?"

The man on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment.

"Bill Marx, I've never heard of this guy. Are you sure he's from our bureau?"

Upon hearing this, Da Beitou immediately showed a hint of cruelty in his eyes, and his hand touched the pistol beside him.

In his life, he was most annoyed by someone lying to him!

But Bill, who saw this scene, remained calm and calm.

He just sneered at the man on the other end of the phone:

"Boy, tell me your name, and tell me if you don't want to do it anymore? Huh?"

Seeing that Bill actually questioned the guy on the other end of the phone, and also used threats, there was a trace of doubt in the big back's eyes, and the fingers holding the pistol relaxed slightly.

Judging from his tone, Bill seems to be of a very high level.

If they make a mistake, their relationship with the National Security Agency will collapse.

By then, his whole family will not be enough to kill Wesker (appears in Chapter 26, the spokesperson of the Bloodhand faction at the high table)!

The guy on the other end of the phone was obviously panicked after hearing Bill's threat, and his high spirits suddenly dropped.

He was selling NSA intelligence to the Blood Hands in private.

After all, the National Security Agency is willing to give asylum to the Bloody Hands because the Bloody Hands have paid enough taxes, but the agreement does not include selling the National Security Agency's personnel information to the Bloody Hands.

Because this is something that shakes the foundation of the country!

If he was discovered, he wouldn't be able to walk around without food.

So naturally he didn't dare to reveal his identity, but did the other party really have such great energy? Or was Bill bluffing himself?

To be cautious, he entered the name 'Bill Musk' into an internal database.

The next second, his pupils suddenly shrank to a point.

(Thanks to Radish and Celery Leaves, Book Friends 160723091920639, and monthly tickets to Tiantian Tianqi, thank you!)