Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

David combined the system memory and the information in his mind to make some judgments about the current situation.

You can't just sit at home and wait for McCall to show up.

You must take the initiative.

Currently, his men are hunting McCall.

However, these people were obviously no match for McCall. Not only were they fooled around by McCall, but they also suffered heavy losses.

McCall obtained some of his own information through his former workplace and began to retaliate crazily, attacking his own industries everywhere.

The people he sent didn't even cause any hindrance to him.

What a bunch of rubbish.

David's mood was complicated. In the past, when watching novels, movies and TV series, the villain's subordinates came out one after another to deliver food and were repeatedly trampled by the protagonist. He had a deep sense of substitution. Now, the sense of substitution has indeed come, but it is the villain character who has substituted him.

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David turned on his computer, logged into the New York Community Forum, and found the news section.

Enter the keyword - cargo ship explosion in New York Harbor.

The text and pictures were quickly refreshed, and they were exactly the same as the information in David's memory.

This cargo ship is called "Great Eastern" and it is carrying refined petroleum.

To put it bluntly, it is "private oil" shipped back to the United States from other places, which can be regarded as an "open and honest" smuggling business.

Needless to say, the role of oil in the energy field is that the United States attacked Iran more than ten years ago. Although it had many strategic intentions, it cannot be denied that oil played a considerable part in it.

The oil business has a vast market all over the world, and it is even sought after by countless people in the United States.

As one of the East Coast bosses, Pushkin has business all over the East Coast, and also occupies the largest share of the underground world and smuggled oil market. Now the freighter has been bombed, causing losses of nearly 10 million...

In addition, not only the gangsters, but also the young ladies on the roadside at night have gone from being brides every day to becoming homeless.

Some people from the FBI were suddenly incited by McCall to rebel, and together with the New York Police Department, they went crazy and raided all the streets and clubs. It was impossible to do business, and LSPs throughout New York were complaining.

David tried calling the authorities, but no one answered.

Business in New York came to a complete halt, with tens of millions of dollars lost in just one day.

This is an almost devastating blow.

David fell into deep thought, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the situation he faced at this time was not as simple as shown in the movie.

When the two world lines merge, a bit of a butterfly effect is normal.

In the Marvel world, McCall is just a retired agent, so what if he can still fight?

It is extremely difficult for one person to destroy a gang that is behind the scenes covering the East Coast. There must be other forces involved behind the scenes.

When David thought about this, he felt that the front was filled with fog and hazy, but he was only one step away from the truth.

No matter what, it is always right to solve the current trouble first.

Target McCall!

He thought for a moment, took out his cell phone and made a call, then returned to the lounge to take a nap.

Don't let your body collapse just because of your enemies.

Otherwise, people will fall ill before the enemy comes. Isn't this a joke?

…

at the same time.

In a well-known meat club in Brooklyn, a Russian was furious.

"Run away, let him run away again!!"

Teddy Renson's face was a bit distorted, and his facial features were fairly straight, but now he exuded a ferocious beast-like aura that made people afraid to look directly at him.

He gritted his teeth: "We have people all over New York, can't we find even a nigger who is hiding everywhere?"

"Sir, we searched the area around his house, and there were people standing guard at all times, but no trace of him was found."

His subordinate Ravel looked equally ugly and replied in a low voice: "He blew up the freighter last night. I suspect he has left Brooklyn."

"This is his warning to us."

Teddy took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and said slowly: "Mr. Pushkin gave an ultimatum. If we don't deal with him, we will be the unlucky ones."

"Gudong!"

Rafael swallowed, feeling anxious and panicked.

"Post a bounty."

Teddy said solemnly: "One million for providing clues, five million for killing him! We must get rid of him within three days!"

"clear."

Rafael nodded.

"By the way, contact the Lankhov brothers and seek help from the King in the name of Pushkin... Our eyes must be fully spread in New York, and we must not allow things to continue to deteriorate."

Teddy hesitated: "Let them tell Kingpin that if Kingpin is willing to help, the white powder market in New York will be given to him. At the same time, Mr. Pushkin will owe him a favor."

"What? Give up the white powder market, find gold and help?"

Ravel's pupils shrank and he didn't understand why Pushkin made this decision.

But he did not dare to question it and immediately obeyed: "I will inform you right away."

Teddy and the others are now under great pressure. They have suffered repeated setbacks in the fight with McCall. They have not been able to gain the upper hand so far. They have been teased by the opponent, pinned to the ground and rubbed.

The latter is as elusive as a demon and has superb methods.

Everyone felt quite frustrated, and only Teddy, the leader of the team, was left with high morale.

At this moment, after hearing Teddy's instructions, they all felt a little afraid of McCall, and realized that they and others seemed to have really provoked someone they shouldn't...

Even Mr. Pushkin had no choice but to turn to his opponents.

But, is Kingpin willing to help?

Turning to Jin Bin for help is more like inviting the wolf into the house.

"What is going on in this world? Who is this McCall?"

Rafael lamented inwardly.

…

The sun was shining brightly and the breeze was cold.

The blue sky was clear, and as far as the eye could see, there was not a single cloud in sight.

There is a natural vitality in New York today.

After several hours of deep sleep, David opened his eyes again full of energy and fully recovered.

Snapped!

He slapped Wesley awake.

"Fake!!"

Wesley was sleeping soundly when he was woken up by David's slap in the face. He subconsciously touched the gun, wishing to shoot David.

"What's wrong with you?"

Wesley was furious: "Are you as blind as Matt? I'm sleeping!!"

"I know, I did it on purpose."

David shrugged: "You said last night when you were drinking that although you were willing to serve as an elder in the brotherhood, you didn't want to go back to work in the brotherhood. For a while, you felt empty and at a loss as to what to do..."

"So, what do you want to say?" Wesley suppressed his anger.

"I can give you a job." David got straight to the point.

"What?"

Wesley was stunned: "That's it?"

"Yes."

David nodded and smiled: "I thought about it. I need someone who is trustworthy and doesn't have to be so smart to help me achieve something. You are a perfect fit."

"Stop talking, I agreed."

Wesley looked impatient: "I want to continue sleeping, don't bother me!"

"etc."

David reached out and grabbed Wesley's collar and dragged him out of bed, with a smile on his face: "Since you agreed, then come with me."

"What, is this starting?"

Wesley wanted to slap himself twice, his intestines turned green with regret: "Can I go back on my word?"

"I didn't hear you clearly, please say it again."

David conveniently picked up the pistol that Wesley placed beside the bed, and put the muzzle of the gun against Wesley's forehead.

"You are truly a qualified black-hearted capitalist."

"Thank you for the compliment."