Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

False underworld hegemony, street gunfights, assassinations and drugging, all evil and no bottom line.

A real underworld struggle for hegemony, brothers fighting, peaceful negotiations, mutual humility, and fun.

"How could you be Pushkin?"

Bullseye stared at David for a long time before he finally recovered and asked his doubts.

"Why can't I be Pushkin?"

David smiled happily and liked seeing Bullseye's silly expression.

Wilson, who couldn't suppress his surprise and looked surprised but also somewhat relieved, also caught his eye.

He asked rhetorically: "My brother can be Kingpin, so why can't I be Pushkin?"

Can this kind of thing be explained by equivalent substitution?

I'm not good at math. Who can teach me?

Bullseye and Wilson were both silent, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"If you were Pushkin, why did you fight with Wilson for so long?"

Bullseye's mind seemed to be frozen and he couldn't turn around: "If you two had united earlier, the east coast would have been our world from a few years ago."

In fact, this question is not only Bullseye, but also what Andre wants to know.

Only Wilson was unusually calm.

His smart brain figured everything out the first time.

"You think I don't want to?"

After hearing this, David looked at the bullseye with an expression that looked like a fool.

Regarding this question, he had already prepared an answer. Instead of answering, he asked: "Who is my brother?"

"Kingpin," Bullseye replied.

"wrong."

David looked at Wilson and said, "My brother is Wilson Fisk, a billionaire, and I am David Fisk, an ordinary college student from Hell's Kitchen."

Bullseye suddenly understood.

These two brothers don’t know each other’s identity!!

Kingpin, like Pushkin, is a code name.

Only a handful of people in the world know Jin Bin's true identity.

And Wilson Fisk, a billionaire in the real estate industry, is regarded by everyone as the proud man who came out of Hell's Kitchen.

Who would think that a rich man with a net worth of hundreds of millions at a young age would become a gang leader who would lose his head sooner or later?

Moreover, Wilson started from scratch, and every step he took was traceable. He was the representative figure of the White Road in Hell's Kitchen and was clearly arranged.

Everyone knew that Wilson Fisk must be involved with the underworld, but no one would have thought that he was Kingpin.

It's dark under the lamp.

Pushkin on the other side, as the godfather of the East Coast gang, who would have thought that behind such an Eastern European name, his true identity was a college student born in the United States and living in Hell's Kitchen, New York, Kingpin's base camp?

I have to say that David's approach of introducing a stand-in to attract attention is very clever.

No one knows that Pushkin in the eyes of the public is actually a fake!

"How did you find out about my identity?"

Wilson finally spoke, a little curious.

In order to avoid causing trouble to his family, his identity as Jin Bin is kept secret even at home.

But a few days ago, when David forced his way into the boxing gym, he sent him several messages.

From that moment on, Wilson realized that his identity no longer seemed to be a secret in David's eyes.

However, David said in the text message that he would explain the cause and effect at the Christmas family gathering, so he did not rush to ask.

I never thought that plans would change quickly.

"I wasn't sure at first, but after what happened in the boxing gym, I was sure."

David smiled slightly.

"Are you testing me?"

Wilson's expression remained unchanged, as expected.

I was so trusting of David that I missed the loopholes. When David asked me, I didn't even have the slightest intention to hide it.

"Yes, it's a test."

David said and got back to business: "Now that the situation is clear, let's talk about business."

"I don't know much about this CIA operation."

Wilson changed his angle and knew exactly what David wanted to know. He shook his head slightly, spoke frankly and told the truth: "However, the CIA people did come to me and asked me to join forces with them to drive you out of New York completely."

After a pause, he continued: "Actually, I agreed."

Hearing this, Andre's face twitched.

Of course he knew what Wilson meant by this sentence.

Wilson's plan for this peace negotiation must be to pretend to be united and then stab him in the back.

However, Wilson never thought that Pushkin was his biological brother.

In this case, the plan will naturally need to be adjusted.

"Who contacted you?" David asked.

"Susan, an old woman."

Wilson did not hesitate and betrayed the CIA's information: "As far as I know, she retired from the CIA a long time ago. Because she has a good relationship with McCall, she became the messenger. If you find her, it won't be of much use."

"No, it is useful."

David shook his head, with a sneer on his face: "She has a good relationship with McCall. She can be used as bait to help me fish out McCall."

"In addition, there is another piece of news that is very important to you."

Wilson thought for a while and said: "CIA attaches great importance to this operation. Since you are Pushkin, you must know what the entire east coast market means. Winning this market will allow local employees of CIA to receive at least one more bonus every year."

"Sounds like bad news." David shrugged.

"It is indeed bad news."

Wilson said: "Susan told me that CIA plans to send out a black ops commando team to completely cleanse Pushkin's forces in New York. In other words, you don't have much time left."

"This is New York, do they really dare to be so big?"

David frowned.

The Black Ops Commando is the CIA's ace operations team, and McCall was once a member of it.

The appearance of McCall caused them so much trouble.

Not to mention, a special operations team backed by CIA headquarters and composed of who knows how many McCalls.

"The essence of black operations is that as long as you kill all the targets, who will know they did it?"

Wilson sneered, disdainful of CIA's practice of making money at the end of the game for the national team.

In his opinion, this is destroying the original order of the underground world.

Instead of making the world a better place, this approach will lead to the collapse of the original order and make the world even more chaotic.

"I need your help."

David thought about it and chose to move reinforcements without hesitation: "Wilson, you have to help me."

"You want me to pretend to be cooperating with the CIA, confuse them, and help you get information?"

Wilson laughed, seeing David's little thoughts.

"Yes." David nodded.

"Why?"

Wilson crossed his arms and grasped: "We are enemies."

"They are enemies, but also brothers."

David smiled slightly and said, "You are my brother. If you don't help me, who else in the world can help me?"

"What good do I do?" Wilson was unwilling to be manipulated.

"Andre will obey your orders from now on."

David's answer stunned Wilson again.

Wilson doesn't know who Andre is, but now of the four people in the conference room, only one's true identity has not been revealed.

There is no doubt that David's stand-in, the Eastern European, the Pushkin in the eyes of the public, is Andrei.

The meaning of David's words is that from now on Pushkin's power is at your disposal. You are not only Kingpin, but also Pushkin.

To put it bluntly, he gave Wilson the underground kingdom he had worked so hard to build.

"Why?"

Wilson raised his eyebrows and showed a hint of surprise again.

It's not that I feel sorry for David's generosity, but I feel sorry for why David suddenly made such an irrational decision.

"I'm tired, and being an underground emperor has never been my goal."

David told the truth: "I'm going to stand on the table and do some small business."

"Fisker Pharmaceuticals?" Wilson asked.

"It seems you don't know me that well."

Now it was David's turn to show a surprised expression. He nodded and said affirmatively: "Yes, it's Fisker Pharmaceuticals. It represents the future."