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10 minutes ago...

A Jeep crashes into a warehouse on the docks of Hell's Kitchen.

The guard looked at the license plate and put it in.

The car stopped, and the black man Sam walked out holding little Hope.

With a happy face, he rushed all the way to the two-story building behind the warehouse and came to the office with the general manager's sign.

Listening to the inappropriate sounds coming from inside, Sam rushed in without stopping.

"Fake! What bastard!?"

The man who was working hard turned around and cursed. When he saw Sam coming in, he kept moving and asked: "What are you doing here at this time? Uh..."

Sam looked at the beautiful girl who was unconscious and only knew how to cooperate mechanically, and swallowed with envy.

Noticing Sam's movements, Marco, who had long hair and a full beard, grinned and said, "I'll give you a good time in a minute."

Sam nodded, and then his face straightened: "I almost forgot about the real thing."

"Business? What's the matter?"

Marco's breathing became more rapid.

"This baby thing, she's worth a lot of money."

“How much can a baby be worth?”

"He is the child of a ghost, a ghost wanted by the Russian mafia."

After a pause, Sam added: "People from the Russian mafia were hunting down ghosts just now."

"Encirclement and suppression? Then isn't he doomed?"

Marco replied with his eyes closed.

"No, the ghost won."

Sam recalled the scorching flames, a solemn and fiery look flashed in his eyes, and said: "The ghost has mastered supernatural power, and this child may have inherited his power."

Marco shook his body, let out a sigh of relief, picked up the pants on the side, and said: "There must be someone who knows the goods. Who can guarantee that this child will indeed inherit supernatural powers?"

Sam took a deep breath: "Of course I know, so after I got the information about the ghost defeating the mafia, I contacted the mafia people."

"Oh? And then."

Marco put on his clothes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and pointed at the girl beside him.

Sam was a little eager, but after remembering the deal he had negotiated with the Russian mafia, he suppressed his desire temporarily: "Then, after I said that the girl was the child of a ghost, they paid a high price for the child, and soon she would Come here."

"High price? How high?"

"5000 million...starting price!"

Marco was stunned for a moment, his eyes instantly filled with greed. He looked at the sleeping baby in Sam's arms and said in disbelief: "This little thing is worth at least 5000 million?"

Sam nodded.

For people in the Russian mafia, this child can not only be used to threaten ghosts and eliminate a threat, but also more than ten years later, they can obtain a weapon with supernatural powers. It is a great deal.

Marco smiled with his mouth wide open and patted Sam on the shoulder: "Well done!"

"Then leave this child to you. I'm not suitable to participate in the transaction."

Sam handed little Hope over.

When he negotiated deals with the Russian mafia, he used the name Marko, the Albanian gangster.

Marco smiled and took the heavy mountain of money: "Of course, you were the one we got into the police station with great difficulty, so we can't expose it."

It is precisely because of Sam's existence that they are much safer when selling goods, and they have become New York's leading human trafficking group. And because they have the existence of the Albanian gang behind them, they can collect a large amount of good goods from other smugglers, and regularly Hold an auction.

Sam smiled slightly and handed over his mobile phone: "The Russian Mafia people will practice with you in a while. I will go down below and wait for your good news."

"Go."

Marco picked up the phone, looked at the sleeping child in his arms, and showed a loving smile that he had never seen before.

……

In the dark night, a father also came here to find his daughter.

Brian Mills looked at the warehouse not far away, and at the gangsters wandering around the warehouse, a solemn look gradually rose in his eyes.

He must be careful every step he takes here. If he is discovered before his daughter is found, not only will he not be able to save her, but he may also be trapped here. The armed forces here are much stronger than the small gang on the dock.

step by step...

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the rapid sound of wind sounded behind him.

He turned back quickly, pointing the gun behind him.

呲!

In a flash of cold light, the gun in his hand was cut in half.

Brian Mills' eyes narrowed.

Is this a knife?

He took a step forward, held the ejected magazine in his palm, and stabbed it out fiercely.

But the next second, his hand froze in place, because a cold knife was already placed on his neck.

Under the bright moonlight, with a white mask, a cold knife, and a pair of eyes filled with fire, Brian Mills was startled.

Weller frowned.

This middle-aged man looks familiar.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Weller asked calmly.

Brian opened his mouth and wanted to make up an excuse, but when he saw Weller's eyes that seemed to be burning with flames but looked extremely cold, he said, "Save my daughter."

He had a feeling that as long as he dared to lie, the other party would kill him with a knife.

Because the other person's eyes are exactly the same as mine, and they are both very decisive people.

"Save my daughter?"

Weller knitted his brows together and looked at the other person again.

A familiar face, saving my daughter?

Is this...hurricane rescue?

The corner of Weller's mouth twitched under the mask, and he put away the knife: "You are lucky, I am also here to save a child."

Brian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Brian."

Weller looked at the warehouse not far away: "They gave me a nickname that I don't really like, Ghost."

Brian nodded, noticed Weller's movements, and said, "We can cooperate."

With the skills the other party has just shown, if they cooperate, they are more likely to succeed.

Weller didn't speak, just looked at the warehouse from a distance, and suddenly said: "Brian, being a father must be tiring."

Brian was stunned for a moment, nodded, but smiled: "But it's worth it."

Weller turned back and looked at the smile on Brian's face: "Okay, cooperate."

Brian was shocked and pointed to the warehouse in the distance: "I have been observing here for a long time. There are two shifts of those people, and in the middle..."

"Stop." Weller raised his hand and said quietly: "No need to go to such trouble. You will find an opportunity to go in and find your daughter later."

Brian: "?"

Before he could figure out what Weller meant, he saw Weller crouching down and facing a corner and asked: "Parker, have you confirmed the location?"

"You underestimate me too much. You decided it before I even came here!"

Parker walked out of the shadows.

Brian: "!"

what's the situation?

A talking dog?

"Then, let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Brian could figure out the situation, one man and one dog had already rushed out.