Marvel's The Force Awakens

Yusef frowned.There were not many people who could knock on his door at this time, and he could not think of a reason why any of them would come at this time.

As one of the most powerful people in the entire New York underworld, there are definitely no fewer than three digits of people who want him dead, so Yusef will never be careless when it comes to his own safety.

Every member of the bodyguard team responsible for his safety was hand-selected by him.These 23 people are absolutely top-notch in terms of loyalty and ability.Although his individual combat ability is still a bit lower than that of the elite killers of the Moretti family, after all, it has been accumulated by others over more than 40 years.

24 hours a day, at least eight people would be outside his house, watching every passer-by vigilantly.As long as they show any hostility, these dead soldiers will not hesitate to put a bullet into the opponent's head.

"Wait a moment." Yusef's wife responded in the kitchen, then hurriedly added a coat to her clothes and hurried downstairs.

Her sleep was even worse than that of Yusef. She often got up before five o'clock, reading magazines and newspapers on the sofa for a while, or preparing a sumptuous breakfast for him in advance.For many years, she had also been accustomed to open the door to entertain guests on his behalf.This was not Yosef's idea, but he would not raise any objection to it.

"Coming, coming." His wife's enthusiastic voice came from downstairs, and the door was opened after a few seconds.

"boom"

Yusef's whole body stiffened.Having been in the underworld for more than 30 years, it is impossible for him not to be familiar with this voice.He quickly stood up and walked to the window of his room.But the footsteps going upstairs were getting closer and closer, and it sounded like there was more than one person.It was too late for him to escape through the window, and the other party probably still had people left outside.

He bit his lip and took out his spare pistol from the desk drawer. A look of determination and despair flashed across his face at the same time.

The door to the study room was pushed open suddenly, and Yusef fired without hesitation.The leader screamed and fell down, and only then did Yousef discover that the person who was shot was a young man from his bodyguard team.If Yosef remembers correctly, his name was Moni.

The man behind Moni pushed his body away and shot Yusef twice.The first shot penetrated Yusef's knee, causing him to collapse to the ground.Another shot broke two fingers of Yusef's right hand and knocked the gun out of his hand.

"Vladimir..." Yusef said through gritted teeth. "You and your brother are two ignorant white-eyed wolves."

"Nice to meet you too, Yusef." Vladimir walked up to Yusef and looked down at his former boss with a sneer on his face. "I haven't seen you for two days. You seem to have completely forgotten all your manners."

Yusef took a breath of air before speaking with difficulty. "Hill and Brad. Which one of them is yours?"

There is a traitor in the other party's bodyguard team, Yusef has already figured this out.If there was no traitor, it would be impossible for all the guards outside to be eliminated silently.

"Both." Vladimir smiled evilly. "The same goes for Alex and Moroff. In order to bribe them, we spent a lot of money."

"You son of a bitch"

Yusef struggled to get up, but Vladimir just smiled contemptuously.

He stepped on Yousef's bleeding right hand with his boot, and then crushed it hard.Yusef screamed, but Vladimir did not waver at all.He raised his foot and kicked Yousef hard on the left side of the face.

Yusef, who was lying on the ground, rolled twice and groaned twice in pain.At this time, a familiar sound of metal parts sliding came from above him.Yusef wiped away the blood that blocked his sight, only to see a dark muzzle pointing directly at his face.

"I'm happy to continue chatting with you, really." Vladimir showed an almost crazy smile and put his pistol against Yusef's temple. "I really want to know what a person like you would say at the last moment of his life. Will he cry for mercy, or gnash his teeth and curse us to hell. If I remember correctly, you are still quite a Sincere Catholics. What a travesty..."

Yusef opened his mouth weakly, wanting to say something.But before he could make any sound, Vladimir grabbed his chin and stuffed his pistol into his mouth.

"It's a pity that neither my brother nor our new boss has the intention to let you live." Vladimir shook his head.Yousef's eyes widened and he began to struggle violently, and chaotic whimpering sounds came from his throat.

Without blinking, Vladimir pressed the trigger of his pistol.There was a dull roar, and everyone in the room watching this scene in silence trembled, and there was a hint of fear in Vladimir's eyes.

Vladimir pulled out his pistol and wiped the blood on Yusef's clothes.He stood up and glanced at the other people in the room.Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to make eye contact with him.

"Okay, the matter is solved. It's much easier than we thought at the beginning." He put the pistol back on his waist and said to everyone easily. "What are you still doing? Hurry up

Let's clean it up quickly.Xiao Luo's dogs can get extra food tonight. "

The people around him trembled and immediately started to work, as if Yusef's bloody corpse was more kind to Vladimir.Vladimir is also quite satisfied with this.After saying hello to everyone, he walked out of the room, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number.

"This is Wesley, hello." The phone was picked up the moment the call was dialed.What came from the other end of the phone was a polite, elegant yet majestic voice.

Vladimir hesitated for a moment, and the other party waited patiently.After a while, he slowly spoke.

"I am Vladimir, the matter is settled."

"very good."

After Wesley put down the phone, he took out his notebook.After sorting out the information and highlighting a few key points, he called his boss.

"It's me, Wesley." Before the other party could speak, Wesley spoke first.There was silence on that part of the phone for a moment before he spoke.

"Good morning, is there anything new?" The other party's voice was hoarse and a bit sharp.Coupled with the other person's weird accent, this can even give people the feeling of a baby crying all over his throat, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Indeed. The Russian brothers have completed their mission, and the Russian gang is history." Wesley's expression remained unchanged, and he crossed out the first line in his notebook after saying this.

"They are more serious than we thought..." The man hesitated, as if he didn't know how to word his words.And Wesley finished what he wanted to say for him.

"Courage, huh?"

"Well, they are more courageous than we thought." The man exhaled and seemed to feel a lot more relaxed. "Based on their history, I thought it would be a little more difficult to convince them. Of course, that means our assessment of them is a little... biased."

"As long as they play their due role. But on the contrary, Felic is much more difficult to convince. Until now, he still hasn't given us a definite answer." Wesley crossed out the second line in his notebook Character.

"Felic is just a small player. If the Russian gang and the Moretti family united, we would still be a little afraid. But now...he is just digging his own grave."

Wesley thought for a moment, quickly added a few words to his notebook, and then crossed it out.

"Should we start Plan [-]? Maybe it will save more costs." Wesley asked tentatively.Although he has followed that person for most of his life, he can understand the other person's thoughts without having to say it out loud.But for such a major decision, Wesley still couldn't directly decide for him.

"Start getting ready." The man made a decision quickly. "We're giving Felic twelve hours. After that... it's not up to him."

"Understood, sir." Wesley agreed.He was about to speak, but he looked at the last line written in his notebook and didn't know how to speak for a moment.

"Why, is there anything else?" Seemingly aware of Wesley's hesitation, the person on the other end of the phone took the initiative to ask.Wesley turned the pen around in his fingers a few times before thinking about what he should say.

"There is indeed one last thing. And this is related to the mercenary organization we discussed last time."

"Are you talking about the branch of the Hell House?" The man's tone was filled with surprise. "Have we not made the decision not to contact them? As long as the matter is completed, they will not care who provides them with the task."

"In fact, they took the initiative to contact us." Wesley said, flipping through a file on the table. "The head of this branch, Jack Hammer, nicknamed Weasel, has invited the red mask who has been making a lot of noise recently to investigate us. I don't know the specific situation, but I can prepare for the worst: they have already Know part of our plan.”

"It's just a mouse's way of survival." The man said in a disdainful tone. "They won't block our way. That little bastard who was kicked out by Hammer Industries doesn't have the courage to resist us. But that red mask... To be honest, I'm a little disappointed."

"You know, my dream is to change this city." There was a bit of self-deprecation in the man's tone. "Although I am still moving towards this dream, I have also thought about whether there are... other ways. This person, I once thought he was an opportunity for me."

"a chance"

"An opportunity that allows me to see whether the path I am taking now is the right one. But in the end, he is just a clown who can be bribed with money." At the end of the sentence, the man also felt a little emotional.

"So what do you mean?" Wesley asked carefully.

"Since he can be bought with money, then we will buy him with money. As long as he is obedient enough, I can also show him my generosity. Of course, if he is stupid enough, then let his body sink in the harbor. .”

"I understand, what about the weasel?"

The man thought for a moment before making a decision.

"Give me his phone number, we should talk."