Lisko’s American Life

"After you are dead, you are just a corpse. Goodbye, my Mr. Senator."

Noye looked at the lifeless corpse, spit out a few words lightly, then threw away his pistol, threw it on Miles, opened the door, and walked into another car.

"Boss."

Scarface looked at Noye, and waited until the other party nodded before starting the car.

There was no fluctuation on Noye's face after his revenge. He even began to reflect on his previous performance. Why did he choose such a useless congressman as his backer in the first place?

Shaking his head, he took off the gloves on his hands and stuffed them into his pockets.

Starting today, my life is in my own hands, and I will never try to rely on others again. I have learned enough lessons from the last time.

The car quickly drove to an unfinished building in Denver, which is also Noye's current residence, because his ID is completely unusable, and he came back this time to take the smuggling route, which was on the arrest warrant before. People, living in hotels and hotels is very unsafe.

Although it is an unfinished building, the accommodation conditions are good. The sheets and bedding here are all brought back from high-end hotels, and the food is also packaged from high-end restaurants.

For Noye, money is the most useless thing. The gang in Mexico is a huge drug cartel with countless cash in hand. The most difficult thing is how to launder the money into an account balance that can be used normally.

In the previous few gang missions, he has done very well, and he also has a large bag of dollar bills from the boss in his hand. The change is used for daily consumption, and the rest will go through gang channels and be sent to money laundering.

"Boss, I messed up the matter. That son of a bitch is very vigilant. There are light weapons in the car. I am not the opponent. I fired a few shots at each other. It seems that there is no result. I threw a grenade and came back."

The subordinates had been waiting in the unfinished building early, and when they saw Noye approaching, they immediately opened their mouths to report the results of their actions, their faces full of uneasiness.

Noye's means during this time still gave these subordinates a great deterrent, so after he messed up something, the first thing he did was to report to his boss and seek a remedy.

"Do grenades work?"

Before Noye dispatched his subordinates, he knew that the other party might not gain much this time. After all, as an old opponent, he still knew Hill very well. The other party was not like the outside, who looked weak and weak, and could climb up from the corner of the street. People, none of them are simple.

Those simple-minded people who have no means have disappeared in the process of climbing up.

"No, the car is bulletproof."

Subordinates put their heads very low,

"oh?"

There was a smile on the corner of Noye's mouth. It seemed that Hill had become more cautious during the time he was away, which made him feel more and more challenged. Thinking of this, he felt his blood start to pump up.

Originally, he didn't hold out great hopes for success in this attack, and his original intention was to inform these opponents of his return.

It was a surprise to be able to win Congressman Miles, so he didn't criticize his subordinates too much. Not many subordinates followed him this time. Although they can be regarded as dominant in the Mexican territory, but This is the United States, and it is not so easy to smuggle a large number of people.

Thinking that the other party would still have a lot of use in the future, he waved his hand and signaled his subordinates to back down.

Only at this moment did the subordinate feel that his life had returned to his own hands. He panted heavily, then wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked away as if relieved.

Here, Hill returned to the location of the gang. This is a very formal looking quiet bar. Since he returned to the dominant position in Denver, he moved out of the original bar and chose a quiet bar as his own. the resident.

In this way, the feeling to the outside world is completely different, and it also changes from the sharp-edged appearance of the past.

The quiet bar was empty, and all the people went down to inquire about the information of this cross-river dragon. Speaking of why he was identified as cross-river dragon, Hill knew very well that among all the gangs in Denver, there was no such bold person.

"Boss,"

A subordinate walked over from the side, holding a mobile phone in his hand. Hill took a closer look and found that this mobile phone was the special internal contact mobile phone he bought for contacting the state capital in the past.

He took it, walked quickly a few times, and saw that there was no one around, so he pointed the microphone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"What? Okay, I see, the reward will be put in the old place later, thank you for the information."

As soon as Hill heard a few words, his face changed drastically. He said a few words to the phone with a serious expression, and then hung up the phone.

Waving his hand in mid-air, the subordinate understood what he meant, immediately sealed a reward in an envelope, and prepared to go to the place where the reward was placed in the past, which was under the third tree in the inner line's garden.

The job of this insider is in the police department. Every time he deals with Hill, it is the same way. The other party provides internal information, and Hill gives a reward. As for the amount, it depends on the importance of the information.

Seeing Hill's ugly expression, the subordinate also looked at each other cautiously, and then a more courageous person stepped forward and asked.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

Hill first rubbed his temples, these things happened one after another, it really gave him a headache.

"Member Miles was found dead in his car, shot to the head, the other party was a veteran, and his driver was also killed at the same time, and I was also attacked just now, there must be something wrong with these two things Some kind of connection."

This is for sure. The death of a congressman is not a trivial matter. The Denver underground forces will face a period of crazy targeting. Thinking of this, Hill is also angry.

"Could it be that you and Mr. Congressman have a common enemy?"

The subordinate's unintentional words made Hill's expression immediately pleasantly surprised. Yes, the news received so far is that only his congressman has been attacked, which means that the other party has enmity with both of them, but before he and the congressman There is no intersection, and the only thing that can be said to be a common enemy is the Christmas party.

"Christmas party, Christmas party."

Hill kept chanting this name. That's right, he replaced the position of the Christmas party and broke up the other party, while the Mr. Congressman abandoned the other party and did not give due support.