Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

"Mr. David, on behalf of the FBI, I would like to thank you for your contribution to New York. I would like to ask you to help me tell Mr. Pushkin that I will always be your friend."

Mosley shakes hands with David.

At this time, his face was filled with enthusiasm, and he completely forgot that just before today, he was the leader in combating the Pushkin gang business.

Next to the two of them, the staff were looking relaxed as they put McCall's body into a body bag, put it on a stretcher, and transported it away as usual.

The two of them turned a deaf ear to this and continued to communicate without even looking at it.

"You are so kind. Of course we will be friends forever."

David smiled and said: "In fact, maybe the next exchange like today will be in the near future."

"I am very excited."

Mosley's heart moved, and he was secretly speechless when he thought of the undercurrent that was targeting Pushkin's forces behind his back.

He is an official and can secretly help and stab someone, but he cannot rush to the end personally.

Wait until the dust settles, then come out to clean up the mess.

This approach is the most appropriate and a win-win situation.

The CIA makes trouble, the FBI wipes the butt.

The blame goes to the former, and the credit goes to the latter.

It will do no harm, and may even help Mosley advance further in the FBI's New York Bureau.

Even Mosley's superiors would only praise him for being sensible and would not scold him for not knowing how to advance or retreat.

After all, as we all know, the FBI and CIA seem to be very different from each other. Even if they are not mortal enemies, they dislike each other.

Mosley didn't know what he thought of, the smile on his face became deeper and deeper, the eyes he looked at David became more friendly, and he was about to say something.

Suddenly, a fat man rushed into the isolation zone like a tank.

This fat man has wheat-colored skin and is a typical Mexican. He is wearing a supermarket security uniform and has a look of fear on his face.

He was very excited and pulled Mosley and asked repeatedly:

"Officer, where is McCall? He saved us. Do you know where he is? Is he okay?"

"Sir, we..."

At this time, the FBI agent guarding the isolation zone was helpless. He spread his hands and apologized to Mosley, indicating that he made a mistake in his work and failed to stop the fat man.

"It seems that you are very busy, so I will take my leave. I have other things to deal with at home."

Seeing this, David waved his hand and made a gesture:

"Call me if you need anything."

"Walk slowly."

Mosley nodded, then looked at the fat man with a look of regret: "Sir, I'm sorry, McCall is dead."

"What?"

The fat man showed an incredulous expression: "But, but..."

He suddenly got stuck.

"You know the enemy is very scary. They have advanced equipment and weapons, but McCall has nothing but an air nail gun. But even in this situation, he still rescued you..."

Mosley continued: "He is a hero. He died a worthy death. He is the pride of our FBI."

"Is he from the FBI?" The fat man was stunned.

"It can be said that McCall is my informant and usually helps me keep an eye on some news in New York... He is a very good guy. When I heard the news of his sacrifice, I couldn't believe it was true...

The FBI will give him the most solemn commendation... He will not die in vain..."

David walked slowly.

When he heard Mosley's words that seemed to be full of true feelings, his heart showed no fluctuation, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Next to the highway not far from the supermarket, Wesley was waiting by the car.

"Where's Teddy Renson?"

David frowned slightly.

"He left first, he should go find Pushkin."

After Wesley finished answering, he turned around and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Go home," David said.

boom!

The car roared and slowly drove away from the supermarket.

"By the way, who is that person?"

Wesley looked calm, but actually couldn't hold it in any longer. While driving, he pretended to ask casually: "In the supermarket today, wearing a windbreaker and a scar on his forehead, the man who took McCall away? You know what I said?

Who is that? He looks familiar to me, like what Matt mentioned before..."

"His name is Bullseye."

David did not hide anything: "Pushkin went to see Kingpin today, and Kingpin agreed to help."

Wesley was stunned.

He probably also understood why when David led Matt in revenge, he said that someone would help them deal with the trouble.

It turns out that the relationship lies here.

Wesley realized the key, suddenly changed his view of David, and suddenly felt respect for him.

I have to say that David’s connections are really wide.

Only now did he fully understand why his father, Cross, chose David as his guide.

If it weren't for David, I'm afraid he would have turned against Fox and others by now, and would still be bitterly thinking about how to take revenge on the Brotherhood.

…

the next day.

Manhattan Center Building, top floor, United Corporate Headquarters, Chairman's Office.

Wilson sat in his office and turned on the TV on the wall.

"Hello everyone, this is the morning news. Last night, a shocking kidnapping occurred in a supermarket in Brooklyn. The robbers kidnapped supermarket employees and threatened... The FBI quickly intervened and killed all the robbers, but an detective

The officer died as a result... We still need to wait for the FBI to further investigate the specific situation before making it public..."

In the news footage broadcast by the TV station, a young and beautiful blonde female reporter was broadcasting live to everyone at a supermarket in Brooklyn.

TV reporters even got permission from the police to take pictures of the messy supermarket interior.

Blood all over the floor, fallen shelves, scattered goods...

Just from the picture, we can tell that last night, this supermarket in Brooklyn experienced an unprecedented and brutal bloody battle with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Wilson had no expression on his face, listening to what was being said on the news, and suddenly looked up at the door.

Boom, boom, boom!

The next moment, there was a knock on the door, and Bullseye pushed the door open and entered.

"Boss, someone wants to see you."

He seemed to be in a very high mood, with a rare smile on his face.

"Who is the guest?"

Wilson's tone was understatement.

"The person from CIA, that Susan, is waiting for you in the reception room."

Bullseye said: "I guess I received the news that McCall is dead." After a pause, he said, "However, he died well and became a hero. The people of New York will remember him."

Wilson stood up and when he passed by Bullseye, he seemed to think of something and asked with a smile: "You are in a good mood. Did you receive the money?"

"Yes, thank David for me." Bullseye nodded.

"No, thank me."

After Wilson finished speaking, he walked out of the room and headed to the reception room.

…

Reception room.

Wilson pushed the door open and walked in. He saw Susan sitting on the sofa, holding a document in her arms. Her face was very ugly, her mental state was not good, and she seemed to be distracted. She didn't realize that she was already there.

Da da da da!

It wasn't until the footsteps approached that Susan came back to her senses and looked at Wilson.

"I didn't expect to meet again so soon, Ms. Susan."

Wilson waved to the secretary beside him and asked politely: "Coffee, tea, or something?"

"No thanks."

Susan took a deep breath and looked at Wilson, with a sharp look in her eyes: "Mr. Kingpin, I hope you can explain to me what happened last night."