Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

the next day.

Manhattan Center Building, top floor offices.

"Fishing?"

After Wilson finished talking to David on the phone and listened to the latter's plan, he sat in his custom-made extra-large boss chair with a strange smile on his fleshy face.

He pondered for a moment and sent a message.

Half an hour later, Susan arrived in a hurry, followed by the captain of the CIA's black ops commando team.

Due to last night's mistake, she slightly corrected her arrogant attitude towards Pushkin and decided to carry a "bodyguard" with her.

Reception room.

Wilson received his guests.

"Jinpin, why did you call me over so urgently? Is there anything you can't say over the phone?"

Susan's face was expressionless.

Although I have corrected my mentality, arrogance is one of the seven deadly sins and is difficult to eradicate.

At least no matter what, Susan could not put Kingpin and Pushkin on an equal footing with her, let alone be humble in front of Kingpin.

"About Pushkin..."

Wilson pondered for a while and became emotionally involved. He was three points anxious and seven points uneasy. His tone was serious and he said in a deep voice: "My man has received news that he is preparing to leave the United States."

"Is he going to run?"

Susan was surprised and did not doubt the authenticity of the news.

After all, the CIA is essentially an intelligence organization, and Pushkin is the leader of the underground gang on the East Coast, so it is easy to verify the authenticity.

"He doesn't want the territory anymore?"

Susan frowned: "If Pushkin left in such a dejected state, how could he convince the public?"

"Compared with territory and life, life is more important."

Wilson glanced at Susan and suddenly laughed: "Besides, didn't he regain his dignity last night?"

last night?!

Susan heard the sarcasm and her face dropped.

The captain of the black ops commando next to her also had a gloomy expression.

It was not just Susan who was embarrassed last night, but also him, the captain of the black ops team who had no idea that he had been deceived.

Although the CIA did not admit that it was related to the shootout that took place in the 23rd floor room of the Manhattan hotel last night, smart people can see the twists and turns.

The New York Police Department has notified the FBI of the matter.

Because the CIA has no law enforcement power in the United States, all operations require the participation and cooperation of the FBI. However, the CIA's black operation bypassed the FBI last night and was an illegal operation.

Although the CIA refuses to admit it, it is still the same sentence, everyone understands it.

The two sides went back and forth, and there was no room for rest in the verbal sparring.

Before Susan received Wilson's call, she had just spent an hour and a half on the phone with senior officials from the CIA's Langley headquarters, and was scolded for a full hour.

In the remaining half hour, Susan was issuing a military order to the top brass at the headquarters.

The general idea is that the CIA will fully demonstrate its style in this operation and will never make any mistakes again.

…

"We can't let him go."

Susan was determined, looking at the figure in front of her who was as tall as a giant, she suppressed her inner dissatisfaction, suddenly came back to her senses, and said calmly: "Jin Bin, if you have any ideas, you might as well say so."

"I stand with you, so the attitude is the same."

Wilson repeated: "We can't let him leave, otherwise it will be difficult to catch him... If Pushkin is hiding in the dark, like a mouse, directing the forces on the east coast, it will be difficult for us to prevent him from hiding in the dark.

Threats everywhere.”

"I understand all this. If you have something to say, just say it."

Susan waved her hand: "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"Follow the original plan."

Wilson said: "But this time, we can't give him any chance to breathe. He must be killed before he leaves."

"Can."

Susan nodded.

Wilson meant exactly what she wanted.

She originally planned to slowly encroach on Pushkin and take over all his power, but at present, it seems that the longer it delays, the greater the changes will become.

Especially the attention from the FBI, New York politics, and high-level officials in Washington has made the CIA more and more passive.

If you want to swallow this piece of cake smoothly, the only option left now is to cut through the mess with a sharp knife.

At worst, the time comes to put more effort into reintegrating Pushkin's remaining forces on the east coast.

In short, Pushkin's threat exceeded expectations and he must not be allowed to live anymore.

"My people can cooperate with you."

Susan said: "The premise is that you have to come up with a practical plan. And it must be done beautifully."

"The news I received is that Pushkin has arranged everything and is preparing to leave the United States before Christmas. However, he is now hiding in his own territory, and a force attack is definitely impossible unless we take action when he leaves..."

Wilson was talking eloquently and seemed to have already thought of a plan.

When he said this, he did not look at Susan, but moved his eyes to the man next to Susan.

This man is the captain of the black ops commando team.

"However, if we launch an attack on the day he leaves, we will inevitably face many temporary situations... Everyone, including Pushkin, knows that the CIA will not let him go so easily."

After a pause, he continued: "So, it seems that we have many choices, but in fact we only have one chance to take action."

Susan was lost in thought.

The captain next to her nodded, thinking Wilson was right.

"I'm going to hold a cocktail party, invite some important guests, and provide them with political donations..."

Seeing this, Wilson added: "For example, Congressman Steve Toro, Congressman Adam Romanov, Judge Timothy Rockford, Senator Brandon Keefe, and even Darryl Richard

Governor Mori..."

"..."

Susan's expression moved slightly when she heard Wilson mention these names.

As a New Yorker and an official of the CIA office who was stationed in New York, I am certainly familiar with these names.

The most important thing is that the names of these people are vaguely related to Pushkin.

"At the same time, I will also invite Pushkin to this cocktail party."

Wilson was very sure: "Pushkin will not refuse the invitation. He can offend me, but he will not miss the opportunity to build relationships with these people I invited... You know, these people are very important to him."

"There are risks, but..."

Before Susan could speak, the captain nodded: "Pushkin will definitely show up. This is indeed a good opportunity."

"Your people can pretend to be waiters at the reception and wait for the opportunity."

Wilson continued: "This is my chance."

"very good."

Susan pondered for a moment and finally said, "That's it, we'll wait for your news."

Susan and the two acted vigorously and resolutely, coming in a hurry and leaving in a hurry.

Wilson sent the two men downstairs.

A total of three cars slowly drove away from the Manhattan Center Building.

Judging from Susan's travel arrangements, she followed the entire black ops commando team, and she obviously didn't trust Wilson, the New York underground overlord.

at the same time.

In the car that had left the building.

"Brooke, what do you think?"

Susan sat in the back seat, pondered for a moment, and asked the captain of the car: "Do you think Kingpin can be trusted?"

"Gangsters can't be trusted."

Captain Brooke shook his head and sneered: "But isn't our original plan to kill Kingpin and Pushkin in one fell swoop?"

"You're right."

Susan also smiled: "It doesn't matter what Kingpin's calculations were, because he certainly couldn't have imagined that all of this was truly...just what I wanted."