Start with a Cat and Mouse Game

Hanging up the phone, Barney thought about who could trust him, and he thought with some dissatisfaction that Stone Banks and Blade were on duty at 4 o'clock in the morning to monitor the Mexican.

It must be Stone's decision to watch the cowboy and the Mexican encounter and exchange fire without firing a warning shot.

However, he is not unreasonable.

Knowing that the purpose of the Mexicans is to save a great reader, even if they fired a shot to remind the cowboys, while attracting the cowboys to the side of the rock, the Mexicans would not run away.

Instead, they will follow behind the cowboys, and even the cowboys will kill themselves and the trenches and others.

Faced with dozens of opponents, there is no other way but to retreat.

If you return to the town, you don't know how many people will die.

And Li Chang, who knew this, had no reason to stop the trenches and Barney from protecting the town unless he took the trenches and others to leave last night.

But if you really do this, once too many police and residents in the small town die, it is difficult to predict what Trench and Barney will think afterwards.

Therefore, at that time, he could only let the four of Banks stare.

The only thing I didn't expect was that the trenches and others listened to Li Changheng's order and did not intend to alarm the Mexicans. The matter was disrupted by four cowboys patrolling the ranch.

Waiting for him, who had been hiding in the air patrol airport, saw Stone Banks and the blade from the canyon in the base.

Naturally, this group of Mexicans will take the initiative to attack the town as in the movie.

The subordinates were attacked, and he couldn't save himself. From now on, I won't even think about commanding the first-generation death squad and the logistics personnel in the base.

The subordinates and facing revenge, of course, Li Changheng is under the contestants.

Naturally, people will check the Mustang fighters, fill them up with fuel and ammunition, and be ready to take off and attack any enemy at any time.

Now that Gabriel is dead, all that is left is to kill his family.

Anyway, it just costs some money.

Even if things can't be done, the big deal is to hide in London, hide in Hong Kong and Kowloon to be behind the scenes.

I don't believe that the 10 million US dollars this year will not kill the Cordis family.

Ten million is not enough, only 20 million.

Anyway, he doesn't have a fixed place, so he can hide anywhere in the world.

But if the Cordis family leaves Mexico and loses their own business, they don't need Li Changheng to do anything. Some people who have enemies with them will retaliate against them.

Even if you hire dozens, hundreds of U.S. retired elites from the Vietnam War and take down the nest of the Cordis family, not only may you not lose money, but you will have to worry about how to get a large amount of cash out.

The only good news is that the Cordis family makes a living in Mexico, not Colombia.

Although these flour sellers are cruel, but under a surprise attack by seals and green berets, their counterattack ability and reaction speed are definitely not as strong as men's soldiers.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, live in the luxurious suite of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Central Park, New York.

After the shower, the hotel butler knocked on the door and brought in a 5 or 60-year-old tailor to measure him.

Then I asked about his preferences for style, color, and wide cuffs. When Lao Tu and Bonaparte informed by Street Stonebanks arrived, he had already changed into a navy blue suit.

While drinking whiskey, watched the professional tailor measure Banksy and the blade.

Your own bodyguard is not too good to put it bluntly, but at least it has to be a handmade suit.

Seeing the old picture and Bonaparte brought by the butler, Li Changheng smiled and waved, "It just so happens that you all come here to measure your body shape and make four sets of autumn and winter suits and windbreakers for each of you."

"This..." Old Tu hesitated, but Bonaparte thanked him unceremoniously, "Thank you, BOSS, if you don't have a task for Christmas, you can just wear it and go home."

Li Changheng laughed, "I must go with my girlfriend on Christmas, it's hard for you to say."

The four of Banks shook their heads helplessly.

Then the five people went out for dinner. After the meal, Li Changheng went to the counter and picked up the phone and called Corleone Manor on Long Island.

"Hello, this is Tom Hagen, what's the matter?"

Hearing Tom's tone a little anxious, Li Changheng didn't frown.

In my heart, I wondered, could it be that Sonny, the eldest son of the godfather, was just killed?

"Tom, I'm looking for Mr. Corleone."

Tom Hagen knew it was the sniper who used to have nightmares this year.

Thinking of Mike Corleone’s admiration for this man, he immediately said eagerly, "Sir, wait a minute, I will inform the godfather."

"Wait", thinking that something might happen to the Corleone family, Li Changheng in a formal suit suddenly didn't want to see his godfather.

"I will send you a letter, remember to forward it to Mr. Corleone, and then at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, I will call again, thank you."

After talking, hang up the phone without waiting for Tom to say more.

Then I asked the front desk clerk who was rushed a few meters away for paper, pen and envelope.

Write down the old Corleone, investigate the identity of Gabriel Cordis and the situation of his family, and then if the information is complete and correct.

So last year I was in the hospital, saving him and Mike Corleone's kindness was wiped out.

Put the letter in the envelope and hand it to the old picture that has come to New York to establish an intelligence network, almost a week old.

He whispered in his ear, "Let irrelevant people send to Corleone Manor No. 4562, Long Island."

"Understood, BOSS."

Lao Tu accepted the letter, nodded with the three of Banks without asking, and went out to take a taxi.

However, since he was a college student in New York since he was a child, it is impossible not to know what the Corleone family represents.

Not only did I not have the intention to explore, but also thought about how to keep it secret.

Pat the taxi driver's seat and ask him to stop by a phone booth.

After thinking about the phone number in my memory, I quickly got in touch with the other party.

Came to Central Park and sat on the bench by the Besda fountain.

Within twenty minutes, there was a man with tousled hair and a messy beard, who was wearing shabby clothes, and he looked like a homeless man came straight up.

"His Majesty Boris asked me to come."

Old Tu smiled and nodded, then handed Zhang ten dollars to Zhang, but he didn't come up with a letter.

Seeing this, the other party had no choice but to take out a gold coin, "I am a messenger under the restraint and protection of the Continental Hotel, so the current price is ten times that, is there any problem?"

"Nothing", Old Tu took out the letter and a one-hundred-dollar cash and handed it over.

If the letter is opened or leaked, I promise to pay $10,000 for the life of ten messengers. "

The homeless man's pupils stretched a few times as soon as he heard it, and he immediately understood that the other party also knew the rules of the Continental Hotel and how to restrict the messenger's insiders.

The rats in New York City are most afraid of not dying themselves, but the other messengers who are entangled together to discuss life.

People who experience the poorest lives and live at the bottom of society are extremely difficult to trust, but once they have friends, they will also care about their lives.

"Since I am an insider, you should know that I am in the city, so even if your Majesty Boris wants to read it, you can only find this letter in my stomach."

"Thank you," Lao Tu sternly thanked him, and then threw a gold coin like the tramp, "The contract is reached, it will be delivered tonight, OK?"

The tramp took the gold coin, touched his finger to make sure it was true, then nodded, "Understood."

Then turned around and left.