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47 Naturally, I have heard of Wilson’s name.

Compared with the adjudicator, Wilson's reputation is much greater in New York.

This guy has always been known for being cruel, and he is also a master of combat and a firearms expert.

Assassinating him is no more difficult than sneaking into the heavily fortified Continental Hotel to assassinate the Judge.

But is this guy actually the biggest recipient of goods in the beautiful country?

Although 47 is a killer, he always has his own moral code.

He deeply abhors the existence of such illegal drugs.

Otherwise, he would not have gone to Colombia even though he knew it was Altmeyer who had issued a mission to assassinate Pablo.

If he didn't know about it before, forget it. Now that he knows the contact person in the beautiful country, he doesn't mind having one more assassination target.

This goal in particular is a notoriously difficult goal.

It just so happens that he likes to challenge difficult goals.

In his long career as a killer, only difficult targets could make his adrenaline surge again.

There is a difference between loving challenges and mindlessly challenging them, especially 47, who has always been a killer who makes decisions before acting.

So 47 also said calmly:

"I need information and have time to prepare."

Du Wei nodded, these are very normal requirements.

Under normal circumstances, these things will be prepared by the killer's agent.

For example, the information obtained by the killers of the Continental Hotel was collected by the intelligence organization within the Continental Hotel.

For example, most of the information 47 obtained came from ICA's internal information and was then passed on to him through Diana.

However, since ICA already belongs to the Divine Will Secret Society, the intelligence networks of both parties have actually intersected.

Of course, compared to Du Wei who personally issues tasks to 47, he needs to provide this information himself.

Du Wei was already prepared for this.

"On the fifth day from today, Hell's Kitchen will usher in the greatest chaos in recent history.

Wilson will appear on the streets at that time, and the protective force around him will also be at its weakest.

He is the only one you need to deal with.

Of course, in order to ensure that he can be killed quickly, I will also have someone come to assist you."

47 raised his eyebrows, feeling that Du Wei was insulting him.

He just promised that as long as he has enough information, he can assassinate anyone.

As long as the intelligence told by Du Wei is kept true, Wilson, who is frightened by all the major gangs, can be singled out.

Then he will kill him without mercy, just like he has done countless times in the past!

"Help? No need. As long as the time you mentioned comes, I can do it by myself."

The corners of Du Wei's mouth were slightly raised, showing an unintelligible smile and he said:

"Really? But I like to be safe in everything, so the people I sent are just to ensure that Wilson will die. This should be okay, right?"

47 shrugged, saying that Du Wei was unnecessary:

"It's up to you, but I have to go.

Staying in the same place for too long is a recipe for death.

This means that if an enemy discovers your traces, he will have enough time to set up a dragnet."

Finally, 47, who hid his figure in the shadows, added:

"I'll come to the base to find you soon.

I hope you won’t disappoint me.”

As the voice fell, the figure of Killer 47 disappeared.

Du Wei smiled and was about to walk out of here leisurely when he realized that at some point, several homeless people had been staring at him.

Judging by the positions of several people and the movements of their hands on their waists, it goes without saying that these guys are subordinates of the King of Bowery Street.

It seems that 47 was half right.

After staying in one place for too long, interested people will come looking for you.

Right now these guys are.

However, these guys who lack training will not be his opponents. The King of Bowery asked them to come, and it is more likely that they will be polite first and then attack.

Sure enough, just when Du Wei changed his mind.

Earl, a "guide" who Duwei had seen before, wearing rags, walked out from one side.

He bowed slightly with an expressionless expression, pointed to the sewer entrance next to the trash can and said:

"The King of Bowery has invited you, please come with us."

With Du Wei's nod, the tense atmosphere relaxed.

The homeless people who occupied the vantage point then put away their hands on their waists and returned to lying on the ground begging for food with stainless steel basins in their hands.

Earl took the lead and got into the sewer that exuded a disgusting atmosphere.

Through the well-developed underground sewer pipe network in the city, Du Wei met the King of Bowery Street in one of the abandoned treatment stations.

Sitting on the high platform, the King of Bowery Street looked at Du Wei in the audience with a false smile.

The cavity between his upper teeth looked like it was trying to devour anyone.

The last phone conversation between him and Du Wei was not pleasant.

This time, when he learned that Du Wei had appeared in the 'Land of Lawlessness', he didn't think too much.

He just wanted to see if Du Wei could still be as tough as he was on the phone when he stood in front of him.

So he immediately asked his nearby men to quietly complete the encirclement.

If Du Wei knows the appearance, then forget it. If he doesn't, then he will be forced to come over.

He, the King of Bowery Street, must meet this guy Duwei today!

Du Wei, who was standing under the stage, looked at the King of Bowery Street above and chuckled, and was the first to speak:

"Aren't you tired from standing so high? Give yourself a rest, there's no one else here.

Of course, if you feel that Earl is not a confidant, it’s okay for you to continue holding on."

As soon as these words came out, the King of Bowery Street's expression suddenly changed.

This Du Wei is still as sharp-tongued as ever. In just two sentences, he can kill people and kill people.

It was as if he just sat there and didn't regard Earl as his confidant.

But if he doesn't sit there and behaves like an ordinary person, wouldn't that prove that he was all faking before?

The King of Bowery Street instantly regretted that he had allowed Du Wei to speak first and take the initiative.

Now that he is in this dilemma, he has simply shot himself in the foot.

He didn't know why he, who always claimed to be able to see through everything, was so at a loss in front of Du Wei.

Fortunately, Earl was quick-thinking. When he saw the situation where the King of Bowery was being roasted on the fire, he resigned and left the secret underground base on Bowery Street.

The venue was left to the King of Bowery and Duwei.

Seeing this scene, the King of Bowery breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Fortunately, Earl was sensible, otherwise it would have been really difficult for him to get off the stage.

The King of Bowery Street narrowed his eyes and looked again at Du Wei, who was clearly standing under the stage, but seemed to be standing above him.

He stood up, opened his hands, and said in a measured tone:

“Only when I stand high can I see far enough and overlook all the scenery.

This is a place you can never reach, so you can't understand what I can see.

Du Wei, do you understand?"

Du Wei chuckled and walked up to the high platform under the surprised gaze of the King of Bowery Street.

Then, with the King of Bowery Street's eyes trembling violently, he kicked the heavy throne made of logs onto the high platform.

"You, you, you...what did you do?!"

The frightened and angry King of Bowery stretched out his hand and pointed at Du Wei. He was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

Du Wei stepped on the throne, looked at the King of Bowery Street, who was slightly shorter than himself, and said:

"Is there really any point in having a throne that can be stepped on at will?

There is no one else here, don't lie to yourself.

I think you must have heard about the Adjudicator's death in the Continental Hotel?

You should understand that there are only two suspects at the high table. One is Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York.

One of them is you.

Because you two are the only ones the Judge has warned against.

Regardless of whether the killer of the Judge is ultimately found or not, the reckoning you will bring about will not be a minor one.

Will there still be a king in Bowery Street by then? Or would you rather die with this seemingly heavy throne?"

After hearing Du Wei's words, the furious King of Bowery Street's chest rose and fell violently several times before he calmed down.

He is not really stupid, otherwise he would not have become the king of Bowery Street from a street tramp.

But many times, he needs to behave like a prophet, and he needs to behave like a king.

He wants to maintain the mystery of omniscience, and he wants to maintain the majesty of a king.

After a long time, he had long forgotten the days when he lived on the street licking blood from a knife.

Now that Du Wei had kicked his throne, it could be said that it sounded a warning bell in his heart.

What can he do if Du Wei kicks his throne?

He was no longer the street vagrant with no clothes on, and he had long since lost the courage to exchange lives with Du Wei.

This solid wooden throne is not something that ordinary people can knock over with just one kick.

Du Wei's face was not red and he was out of breath, and he kicked him over, which was enough to prove the strength of his legs.

He has been trained for a long time and will not be Du Wei's opponent.

And in order to maintain the image of a fearless king, he didn't even carry a gun with him.

In other words, Du Wei now has the ability to kill him.

This situation undoubtedly reminded the King of Bowery of the night he first met John.

He was so helpless that night.

Facing John, who is already the top in the industry, the King of Bowery Street is also powerless to fight back.

But that time John gave him a choice, one was to hold on to the wound and live, the other was to pick up a gun and plot against him behind his back, and then die.

The King of Bowery Street chose the former, and this gave him the opportunity to climb to the top of Bowery Street today.

Now, he can feel that the key life choice has come again.

Put down the crown, join Du Wei, and tear up the high table together.

Or, give an order and let the "wanderers" waiting outside come in and kill Du Wei.

Of course, in this gap, Du Wei also had enough time to kill him.

In the end, he just pretended that nothing happened, silently raised the throne, and let Du Wei leave the place how he came. Anyway, no one would know what happened here.

The King of Bowery, who fell into silence, let three thoughts fight wildly in his mind for several times before finally coming to a conclusion.

He raised his foot and kicked hard on the throne on the edge of the high platform.

But with his seemingly powerful and heavy kick, the throne actually shifted just a little bit.

The old, dark face of the King of Bowery Street suddenly turned red in astonishment.

Fortunately, the skin color is dark enough, Du Wei shouldn't be able to tell, the King of Bowery Street thought.

Then he encouraged himself again, veins popped up on his forehead, and beads of sweat appeared on his thick neck.

The heavy throne finally started to move slowly, and finally lost its balance and rolled to the ground with a thud.

This sudden sound naturally attracted the attention of the homeless man at the door.

Thinking that their king was under attack, they quickly opened the door and rushed in with guns drawn.

But they only saw the calm and gentle King of Bowery slowly retracting his feet.

The King of Bowery showed his iconic smile. He looked at his homeless men and raised their hands again:

"Just because I kicked off the throne today doesn't mean that I will no longer be the King of Bowery Street.

But I want to tell you that the King of New York is our goal!

We on Bowery are destined to be the king of New York! Unstoppable!"

I don’t know how the King of Bowery brainwashes these homeless people.

After hearing the sultry declaration of the King of Bowery Street, all the wanderers raised their hands and cheered together with fanatical expressions in their eyes.

"Unstoppable!"

"Unstoppable!"

…

When the sound gradually subsided, the King of Bowery waved for them to leave.

Finally, he looked at Du Wei with pride and said:

"How? It doesn't matter if I kick the throne over, I will always be their king.

But from now on, New York’s underground will be under my control!”

Du Wei, who seemed to be watching a farce, glanced at the King of Bowery Street's slightly trembling calves in his pajamas, and chuckled:

"What's the point of lying to yourself? If you can't even solve Wilson, how can you be the King of New York?"

"Hey, Du Wei, are you looking down on me too much?"

The King of Bowery took out an annotated blue book with the words 'Sun Tzu's Art of War' printed on it from his inner pocket, turned to the chapter on victory and said:

"Look here, what is meant by fighting and winning? The first is to attack the enemy with troops, the second is to attack the enemy, the second is to attack the army, and the third is to attack the city.

You don’t understand, right? It doesn’t matter, I’ll explain to you what is a cross-over relationship.

I have already contacted other forces in New York City, and I am just waiting to attack Wilson unexpectedly!

So you don’t need to bring out your little tricks to embarrass yourself, they are just the rest of my game.

Read more books, Duwei!"

After saying this, the King of Bowery Street suddenly felt relaxed. He had not felt so happy for a long time since meeting Du Wei.

This feeling of overwhelming Du Wei's IQ is so satisfying.

Does Du Wei think he is really an idiot? What a joke!

Just when the King of Bowery was about to hand over the annotated version of Sun Tzu's Art of War to Du Wei, and then mock him for not reading.

Earl suddenly knocked on the door and came in with a strange look on his face.

The King of Bowery Street put away his joyful expression, returned to his ancient calm demeanor and said:

"What's the matter?"

"Elijah wants to see you."

Hearing this, the King of Bowery Street felt happy and was about to talk about Elijah. Is Elijah here now?

That's fine, let Du Wei see the strength of his combined forces.

The King of Bowery suppressed the joy in his heart and pretended not to care and said:

"Well, let him come in."

After speaking, he turned to Du Wei and explained:

"Elijah, a newly minted New York City boss, has been begging me to let him join the war against Wilson.

I just needed cannon fodder, so I asked him to join me.

So, Du Wei, do you know what a great opportunity you missed when you rejected me?

If you don’t want something that other people are clamoring for, I can only say that you should eat more DHA to replenish your brain.”

Facing the endless taunts from the King of Bowery Street, Du Wei smiled indifferently.

Because the reason why Elijah came here was not because of Elijah's surprise attack on Hell's Kitchen five days later.

But when Du Wei was on the road, he put his hand in his pocket and blindly sent a message asking him to come.

Since this time the King of Bowery "sincerely" invited him here.

Then he will 'mercifully' destroy the remaining self-respect of the King of Bowery Street.

It's time for the King of Bowery to wake up to the fact.

In New York, when it is the King of Bowery Street's turn to become big, it is not him who has the final say, but Duwei's decision.

Just when the King of Bowery was chattering sarcastically but getting no response from Duwei and feeling bored.

Elijah had already opened the door and walked in with his henchman Scar.

Seeing Elijah who looked like a teacher, the King of Bowery Street clearly showed disdain in his eyes.

Although Elijah said that he purchased advanced military equipment including the 'Switchblade-300' drone.

But after the King of Bowery later inquired through his own arms channel, he learned that there was no such channel in the beautiful country.

As far as he knew, Elijah was a local gang and was not engaged in the sale of illegal drugs.

Such a force will not have foreign arms channels.

So there is a high probability that Elijah said that in order not to lose face in front of him.

After all, that way we can occupy more share in the subsequent attack on Hell's Kitchen.

In fact, the King of Bowery already knew it through his eyes and ears all over the city.

The men under Elijah were really capable of fighting, but they were really short of weapons.

That's it? How dare you not buy his arms?

What a bunch of ungrateful people.

When the time comes for a real fight with Wilson, these Elijah forces who are holding pistols and fighting against the opponent's fully automatic rifles will probably be the ones with the most casualties.

This huge disparity in strength will naturally make the King of Bowery look down on this newly minted New York upstart.

So what if you seize the opportunity well? In the New York underground, the barrel of a gun is king.

If you don't have a gun, then prepare to lie on the ground and be a dead man!

But even so, the King of Bowery Street still gave Elijah the courtesy he deserved.

He smiled with a false smile:

"Hey, look who this is, my good friend Elijah.

What's wrong? This is the switchblade-300. Are you ready to show it to your old friend?"

(Thank you to God of War, Archer’s Left Arrow, and Fish Crying in the Water for your monthly tickets, thank you!)

(Thanks to Crying Fish in the Water for the reward, thank you!)