Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

"So, you were deceived?"

In the living room, Susan put on casual clothes and sat on the sofa. After figuring out the whole story, her face became extremely ugly and her mood sank to the bottom.

The CIA's black ops commando team came to New York on a classified mission.

This means that apart from the parties involved, only a few people even within the CIA know about it.

There are only a handful of senior executives who are qualified to access the details of the mission.

Even Susan herself never asked where the black ops commandos were based. How did their location become exposed?

Could it be that there is something going on inside the CIA?

"Don't you think there's a problem?"

Susan's face was sullen, very annoyed, her mind was racing with thoughts, and she asked: "Have you figured out why you can't contact me?"

Hearing this, everyone in the black ops team looked at each other.

The captain hesitated and said: "The power supply outside your house was damaged, the phone line was cut short, and we also found several electronic jammers outside..."

Susan was stunned for a moment, and the anger in her stomach instantly went back.

There was indeed a problem, but she didn't expect it to be her own problem.

"Fake, this son of a bitch!!"

Susan suddenly had an idea. In New York today, there is only one person who dares to do these little tricks to herself.

She instantly understood the cause and effect, and her eyes were filled with fire:

"Pushkin!!"

You don't need to think about it to know who is behind this incident.

The black ops commandos were targeted as soon as they arrived in New York, and it was impossible for anyone other than the other party to intervene.

After reacting, deeper doubts followed.

"How did Pushkin know you were coming to New York?"

Susan frowned: "Did someone leak the news, or... was it just an accident?"

"..."

The captain didn't answer. He saw that Susan was just talking to herself and didn't need anyone to answer.

"Pushkin will not play tricks on us for no reason."

Susan calmed down: "His provocation has no meaning except irritating us. Instead, it will make us more vigilant against him... Pushkin will not do meaningless things. He must have other purposes."

"Yes, I think so too."

The captain nodded seriously.

After this incident, his original contempt for Pushkin as a gang leader completely disappeared, leaving only doubts.

"But, he brought us to your house. We came here for ten minutes, including the equipment time, up to fifteen minutes... What can he do in these fifteen minutes?"

"Anyway, let's go back and take a look."

Susan had some guesses in her heart, and her ominous premonition became stronger.

She made a decisive decision immediately:

"I'll go with you."

"good."

The captain greeted the team members, and the group set off again and embarked on the return journey.

However, when they returned to the hotel, they found several police cars parked downstairs, and fire trucks lined up next to each other. The firefighters stood on the ladders, holding water guns and pumping water to the upper floors.

Everyone was stunned.

"That's our room?"

Some team members opened their eyes wide and looked at the location of the fire, dumbfounded: "Pushkin lured us away just to set a fire where we live?"

"No, it's not our room, it's upstairs."

The captain immediately identified the specific location, and a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, as if he had thought of something.

At this time.

Three cars parked on the side of the road, attracting the attention of police who were dispersing the crowd.

Seeing their heavily armed appearance, the policemen were stunned.

"Hello, I'm George Stacey, sergeant of the New York Police Department's Manhattan Division."

His face instantly became serious: "Please show me your ID."

"CIA, Susan."

Susan stepped forward and handed over her ID.

Although she has retired, she is still working as a consultant for the CIA.

"..."

George Stacey took the certificate and made a phone call to confirm.

"You, Ms. Susan, as you can see, something is going on here."

After proving that the identities of Susan and others were correct, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression remained serious: "Can you tell me why the CIA is here?"

"Confidential mission, it is inconvenient to disclose."

Susan stared at the upper floors of the building, where the smoke was billowing: "Chief Stacey, what happened here?"

"We received a call not long ago that a gunfight broke out in this hotel, and someone even used grenades."

George said.

Suddenly, his communicator made a "sizzling" sound of electricity, followed by the voice of the firefighters.

"Chief Stacey, maybe you should come up and take a look. We found four bodies at the scene..."

"Okay, I'll come right away."

After George responded, he looked at Susan and others, not surprised at all: "This matter has something to do with your CIA..."

"It doesn't matter."

Susan was categorical: "This matter has nothing to do with the CIA, but we may be able to give you some help."

"Of course, I welcome you."

George nodded.

The group took the elevator to room 2301 on the 23rd floor.

In this luxurious room, under the burning flames, the sofas, carpets, wine cabinets, tables and chairs, etc. inside were almost turned into charcoal.

Several bodies were damaged to varying degrees.

The most serious corpse was located in the living room. It had long been changed beyond recognition and turned into a blur of flesh and blood.

Only the two bodies in the bedroom could be identified.

Susan and others looked at the body and fell into silence.

"Chief Stacey."

At this time, a police officer came forward to report: "Four bodies were found. The forensic doctor took a rough look and found that three of the deceased were killed by grenade blasts and one was shot by a pistol. The identity cannot be identified yet."

"Ms. Susan, can you provide some additional information?"

George nodded to show that he knew, then looked at Susan and asked: "You know, this is very important to us."

"Sorry, we don't know these four people."

Susan shook her head: "This matter has nothing to do with the CIA. This matter may just originate from an ordinary gang fight."

After saying that, she turned and left.

George Stacey frowned and watched the group disappear from sight, but said nothing more.

He is just an ordinary police chief and has no power to force the CIA to leak secrets.

However, since the CIA has appeared on the scene, it will be easier to write a report after returning.

You can’t take the blame on yourself!

…

Get out of the hotel.

Susan's face seemed to be clouded.

The captain knew why. He knew the four corpses in the room.

When he reached a safe position and only his own people were left around, he whispered: "Those are Ali and Kovac, the remaining two..."

"Dave, and Resnick."

Susan took a deep breath and said solemnly: "The four of them are Pushkin's targets. This is revenge!"

The four Daves had just killed Teddy Renson at the Slave Club in Brooklyn, and they were killed in this hotel...

"Pushkin knows where Dave and you are, and he even knows that you don't know each other's existence..."

Susan spoke every word with a trembling tone, not sure whether it was due to fear or anger.

"We are being played by a gangster scum like this?!"

"When did the CIA start to look like a loose ball?"

"When did even a gang leader dare to do this to us?"

Susan muttered to herself, and the continuous inner torture made her gnash her teeth and clenched her fists unconsciously.

"This gangster scum must be made to pay immediately!!"