Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

The part-time job David mentioned was naturally referring to the action against McCall.

After he finished telling him the information he had, Wesley pondered for a moment, touched his chin, and his eyes were filled with shock.

"A guy who appeared out of nowhere dared to offend a gang leader who was as good as Kingpin, and the other party was so distressed... Is this guy too powerful, or is the Pushkin you mentioned not good enough?"

There was a hint of disbelief in Wesley's tone, unable to imagine what kind of situation this was.

He once learned from David that Kingpin was the underground overlord of New York, controlling forces that even the Brotherhood would not dare to provoke, and that Pushkin's status in the underground world on the east coast could be compared to Kingpin...

This is like a monkey that escaped from the zoo and suddenly ran into the wild mountains, riding on the neck of a tiger and showing off its power.

"Cut the nonsense."

David's old face sank, feeling that Wesley was connoting himself, he snorted and said impatiently: "You don't care whether he can do it or not. There is a reward of five million on McCall's head. If you want to do this part-time job, you'd better shut up."

Be honest and don't talk nonsense."

"Five million is placed in front of me, of course I will obey."

Wesley rolled his eyes, making no secret that he was jealous of the money, and asked: "Do you know where McCall is?"

"I don't know." David shook his head.

"Then where are we going now?" Wesley frowned.

"You go and meet Pushkin's people. I have other things to do. Just follow my arrangements."

Seeing Wesley's tangled expression, David knew what he was thinking and added: "Don't worry, I guarantee that if you kill McCall, you will definitely get five million. Even if the person who killed McCall in the end is not

You also get paid for your hard work."

"That's good." Wesley nodded with satisfaction.

After a while.

David got off the car at the FBI's New York branch and told Wesley: "You go and meet Pushkin's people. The leader over there is Teddy Renson. Please follow his orders for the time being. Just wait and see what happens and let me know if anything happens."

"Understood." Wesley gestured to him.

Whoosh!

The car gradually drove away.

David didn't stop at the door of the FBI and walked straight over.

The security guard at the door stopped him. After verifying his identity, David reported the name of an FBI agent and successfully entered the internal building.

David sat in the lobby waiting, scanning the people coming in and out.

Some people were very sensitive to his gaze, and after making eye contact with him, they showed friendly smiles to each other; others frowned slightly, looked unkind, and left quickly, unwilling to be exposed to other people's eyes for a long time.

soon.

David waited until he found the person he was looking for.

A man in his early forties, with a strong build and slightly thinning hair.

This person's eyes were slightly darkened, his steps were hurried when he walked, and he seemed to be quite anxious due to his busy work.

"Agent Mosley."

David observed for a moment, came to a conclusion in his mind, and walked up.

Mosley was communicating with his colleagues when he saw David coming over. He looked up and down for a moment, his eyes were sharp and thoughtful, and he confirmed that he had never seen him before. He frowned slightly and said, "Sir, we don't seem to know each other."

"I just need to know you."

David remained calm, glanced at his colleague, and said with a smile: "Is it convenient for us to talk alone?"

"……certainly."

Mosley was silent for a moment, nodded, and led David out of the hall and to the open-air parking lot.

There was no one here, and the camera was quite far away, so it had no impact on the conversation between the two.

Mosley lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and asked coldly:

"Who sent you?"

David was not surprised that Mosley didn't recognize him.

Because in everyone's perception, Pushkin is a typical Eastern European, and he is an Eastern European in his fifties.

This is true for any information collected by anyone, whether it is official information or underground information.

When something is recognized by the whole world, no one will stand alone.

This is the beauty of system identity.

The Pushkin in the original plot, the Pushkin in the eyes of the public, was indeed realized by the system.

However, that was just David's stand-in.

This man was loyal to David and would never betray him.

The most important thing is that this man's real name was not Pushkin, but when everyone thought he was Pushkin, he became Pushkin.

Strictly speaking, Pushkin is just a code name.

Behind the gang force led by Pushkin, the real person in power is actually David, who appears to be a Hell's Kitchen college student but is secretly a fraternity killer... an "ordinary person."

David fully understands that this is like a patch made by the system to prevent chaos in the world line.

However, such a hidden identity makes it easier for David to keep a low profile.

He disguised himself as Pushkin's subordinate and went to the front line to participate in the operation. He was also better able to implement his own will and ensure that top-down orders were strictly implemented.

…

"Mr. Pushkin asked me to come to you."

David spoke softly and in a low voice: "He asked me to ask you why you did this... You know what I'm talking about, right?"

On the surface, David's attitude was still friendly, as if he was conveying greetings from an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

But Mosley could clearly see that there was a coldness in David's eyes, and his tone made Mosley's heart tremble, as if a bullet was going to penetrate his head in the next second.

"You can't blame me for this, it's your own problem!!"

After hearing David's words, Mosley was sweating crazily from behind. His tone was excited and he gritted his teeth: "I have been caught with a handle, and it is a handle that only I know - you have been betrayed, I cannot be a victim!

"

"The person who betrayed you was Frank Masters, a crooked cop from the New York Police Department. You know him. As far as I know, you are friends."

David understood Mosley's reluctance and said calmly: "He will die in prison today due to food poisoning. First he will feel nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain and diarrhea, then liver, kidney and other multiple organ failure, until shock, and finally breathing

Died from difficulties...Are you satisfied with this result?"

When he said this, his voice was calm, but it made the man in front of him deeply frightened.

The corners of Mosley's eyes twitched slightly, and when the words reached his throat, he choked them back. His face turned red, his eyes widened, and he stared at David. He took a few deep breaths and burst out a few words from between his teeth:

"What do you mean?"

"I just want to tell you that from today on, he will not leak any more information about you." David said.

"But what about the things that have been exposed?"

Mosley hissed in a low voice: "I took your money, and that bastard threatened me with this thing - I don't mean Frank, you know who I'm talking about."

"This is not a problem. Someone is framing you, such as the Russian gangsters who have a bad relationship with you. Once you are really reported for corruption, someone will come to surrender the next day to clear your grievances."

David's eyes were cold: "As for that man... we have launched an operation and he will die soon."

"Don't think I don't know. Pushkin's business in New York has almost come to a standstill, the cruise ship was bombed, and you have lost tens of millions..."

Mosley was furious: "The most important thing is, you can't kill him at all!!"

"This time is different, just wait and see."

David saw that Mosley looked fierce but was fierce on the outside, but he had already surrendered in his heart.

People like Mosley never want to fall out with themselves.

The previous rebellion was out of necessity.

Now that the choice is back in his hands, he fully understands how to choose the most beneficial one.

"Anyway, you know what to do."

After leaving a few words, David turned around and walked away.

"snort!"

Mosley looked at David's back, spit on the ground, took a few deep breaths, and said loudly: "You'd better keep your promise."

David waved his hand behind him casually without looking back.

Mosley's problem is solved, and those homeless girls can go to work and earn money again.

As the assistant director in charge of criminal investigations of the FBI's New York branch, Mosley's position is not very high, but he holds real power, so David chose him as his first entry point.

After that, David had to deal with the others one by one.

…

Brooklyn, Slavi Club.

This place is a famous high-end club in New York for finding happiness, and it is also a famous gold-selling cave in New York.

Rich people, politicians, celebrities and other groups usually hold parties here.

But in recent days, Slavi Club has been closed for rectification.

Everyone knew that Slavi's club was in trouble, and the owner of the club, Slavi, even died tragically along with his thugs.

The clubhouse, which used to have a large number of guests and made a lot of money every day, was suddenly deserted and empty.

Wesley got off the bus at the door.

Of course he had heard of this well-known gold-selling club in New York.

Entering it, there were not many people in the house. Wesley glanced around and saw only a few people.

One of them had an ordinary appearance, with fierce eyes and a strong bandit energy all over his body, like a wild beast.

Without any introduction, Wesley could recognize at a glance that this person was the leader David mentioned, Teddy Renson.

"Wesley." Wesley introduced himself.

"Teddy Renson."

Teddy looked expressionless, looked at Wesley, and nodded, with an aura of being aloof and in control of the situation.

Wesley knew the situation. He was just here to make money. He didn't care and just found a place to sit down.

"Let me explain the situation. It can be seen from McCall's actions that he is a very confident person... He is so confident that he thinks he alone can kill all of us!"

Seeing this, Teddy organized his thoughts and spoke again, with a low tone and a bit hoarse: "So, he must have some way to lock our position and even observe the movements of all of us."

Wesley sat in his seat and squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was aware of what Teddy was going to say next.

"What I want to say is..."

Sure enough, Teddy was categorical and said firmly: "Since we can't find him, let's give him a chance and let him come to us!!"