Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

Under night.

A seven-seater business car left Manhattan in a jittery manner.

"Forty million, I will take 20%, take 8 million, and I will not participate in the distribution of the remaining 32 million. Each of you will get 5.3 million, and the change will be given to Matt as a tip.

His command was of great help to our operations."

In the car, David began to settle accounts, then looked at Matt, as if he thought of something: "Do you have a safe account in a Swiss bank?"

A safe account, to put it bluntly, is a private account abroad. As long as you provide the account and password, you can use it at any time.

Although it seems that you must provide identity information to open an account, who can't get a few fake identities these days?

In addition, the reputation of Swiss banks during this period was quite good. Unlike twenty years later, they were still the first choice for most underground banks and private secret accounts.

"No."

Matt shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I've never even heard of so much money before."

"Fox, use the fraternity channel to open a secure account for Matt, and tell him when you're done." David ordered.

"No problem." Fox had no objection. It was all a trivial matter.

"Thank you."

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

Although they have only known each other for a short time, they have already established a profound friendship after experiencing some things together.

He also knew very well that this amount of money seemed to him a lot, but in the eyes of David and others, it was far from the level of "violating one's conscience, killing people and buying 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 take care of the car and leave no flaws."

After arriving at the destination, David got off the car and watched Wesley and others go away without stopping.

…

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

This is where Andrei ends up.

The location is not hidden, but absolutely safe.

The entire Russian gang surrounded the house like sandwich cookies.

On the streets, there are thugs from the Russian gang at any time, replacing the security patrols of the community, and they are more responsible than the police.

No one is allowed to stay in front of this house, not even flies.

It can be imagined how exaggerated Andre was in his defense work, which was completely different from the arrogant Susan.

Andrei knew very well that he was being targeted by the CIA. If Pushkin's identity had not been so intimidating, he would have been betrayed to the point where he would have been reduced to nothing.

the other side.

The two Lankhoff brothers had just returned from Manhattan and 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 severely offended.

finally.

A subordinate came quickly and quickly.

"There was a massive shootout at a Manhattan hotel..."

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

Brothers Andrei and Rankkhov looked at each other.

Naturally, they knew that this was David's effort.

"Are our people safe? Have the police arrested anyone?"

Andre asked.

"No."

The subordinates reported, and the disbelief on their faces turned to excitement: "Our people moved very quickly, and those stupid police officers didn't find anything. At most, they tracked the stolen car we provided."

"very good."

Andre smiled.

Brother Lankhov let out a long sigh of relief.

Ding ding!

A notification popped up on Andre's cell phone. He took a look at it and told the Lankhov brothers: "David is here, go out and pick him up."

"good."

Anatoly Lankhov nodded, took the initiative to walk out of the house, and went to the end of the street to wait for David.

After a while.

A commercial vehicle stopped, David got out of the car, looked at Anatole and said nothing.

Afterwards, the two watched the commercial vehicle leave.

Only then did Anatole step forward.

"David, great job."

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

If in the past, it was only for Andre's sake that he had to speak kind words to David, then now, the respect shown in his words comes completely from the heart.

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

This approach is very to his liking.

Men should be this hard.

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

David had no intention of greeting Anatoly. He solemnly reminded: "Now we have officially entered a critical period."

The two of them passed by each other.

At night, when the gang members patrolling this street passed by the two of them, they all stood still, saluted, and shouted "Boss" respectfully.

Anatole was used to it.

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

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

If you quit, you can become a superhero, 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 in other industries.

However, for men, the pleasure and satisfaction of being on top and having power outweighs everything else.

…

David came to the house and saw Andre again.

During this meeting, the underlying worry deep in Andre's eyes was much better than before.

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

David's actions tonight finally made him relax a lot.

The same goes for the Lankhoff brothers.

After all, although Pushkin is a gang boss in the East Coast underground world, the CIA is a national intelligence agency and directly takes orders from the president. It is false that there is no pressure in the face of such a behemoth.

Fortunately, the CIA's ideas are not simple, and the operation must be hidden underwater. Otherwise, Andre would have been uprooted by the authorities.

"Today's operation was very successful. The CIA was provoked, Susan was provoked, and the damned people died. For us, it is undoubtedly a major victory."

David changed the subject: "However, after this victory, we must be prepared to deal with it."

"How to deal with it?"

Andre asked: "What do you think the CIA will do?"

"CIA is not a soft persimmon. After suffering such a big loss, it will not give up easily..."

David's tone was firm: "I think they will launch plans in advance, mobilize their forces, and carry out a comprehensive attack on us."

Andre looked thoughtful, but he had already expected it.

The two Lankhov brothers' expressions changed slightly. After realizing it, they couldn't help but said bitterly: "If I had known, we would have killed the woman named Susan first tonight."

"Susan can't be killed for the time being."

David shook his head: "She is just a pawn of the CIA's top brass. After killing her, there will still be a second Susan and a third Susan. Her death will not affect the overall situation. Besides, since this Susan is doing things

No, she is a fool, so keeping her is more useful than killing her."

"Looking at you, you already have an idea?"

Andre's eyes flashed, full of expectation.

"good."

David nodded and said seriously: "Anyway, we have no choice now, so we might as well finish the battle in one go."

"how do you want to do it?"

Andre asked slowly like a compliment.

Although he is not the real Pushkin, this matter is still closely related to him and there is no room for hesitation.

"Lead the snake out of its hole and force them to take action."

David was full of confidence and said with a smile: "We must first create a perfect opportunity for them to lure them into action, and then make them doomed!"

"But……"

The Lankhov brothers looked hesitant, and Anatole was a little nervous: "If we fail, does that mean...we will never have a chance again?"

"You can say that."

David nodded and said calmly: "However, we will not fail."

"Even Jin Bin, who is currently cooperating with us, is actually a foreign aid of the CIA. Why are you so confident?"

Anatole frowned, not understanding the source of David's confidence.

"Kingpin."

David looked strange: "How did you know that Kingpin was involved with the CIA?"

"Kingpin tried to win over our brothers, but we didn't agree."

Anatoly hesitated and said bluntly: "Don't think that our brothers don't know that our cooperation with Jin Bin is just to delay time..."

After hearing this, Andre's expression did not change.

"Fortunately you didn't agree."

David shrugged.

"Why do you say that?"

Anatole felt that David was talking in circles and was a little unhappy: "I just started to like you, you'd better speak clearly."

"Jinpin is one of his own."

David glanced at Andre and said calmly: "Kingpin has been one of our own from the beginning. If we can survive the crisis this time, Pushkin will form an alliance with Kingpin and form one body. From now on, the entire east coast, including

Including New York, there is only one voice left... I mean, you understand, right?"

"……Understood."

The Lankhov brothers looked at each other, suddenly enlightened.

Good guy, Kingpin recruited our brothers, why are you two here fishing?

Doesn’t this bully honest people?