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Night, Hell's Kitchen.

Weller was sitting on the roof of the building wearing a dark windbreaker, as inconspicuous as if he blended into the shadows.

Seeing that little Hope was sleeping peacefully, Weller put his phone away, picked up the knife beside him, got up and ran towards another building.

After cleaning up the dock, Martin was not thrown into the sea by his boss to feed the fish because of the information provided by Weller. Instead, Martin was reused and got a lot of information for Weller.

According to the mission report Martin sent to Weller, Martin has already begun to use those materials to create his own hero character.

"I have to speed up here too."

Weller murmured, and the galloping figure sped up a bit more.

According to Martin's information, there was a large transaction tonight.

Of course, for Weller, the transaction itself is not important, what is important is both parties to the transaction.

You can grab a sum of money and get the information you want.

"Simply perfect."

Weller whispered, curling the corners of his mouth in anticipation.

……

Blackthorn nightclub.

This is a nightclub located in Hell's Kitchen that is famous for providing high-purity flour and high-quality escort girls.

Here, as long as you have money, you can play as much as you want, and you can experience the feeling of your soul ascending to heaven.

But few people know that this is a Fisker Group property.

Although the Fisker Group may appear to the uninformed to be just a real estate company, in fact, the Fisker Group controls a large number of gangs and is one of the top gangs in Hell's Kitchen, and its leader is Kingpin.

Of course, on the surface, the Fisk Group has nothing to do with gangs. When it comes to some underworld business, it is also done by the controlled gangs or even other small gangs.

Tonight, people from the Fisk Group found a small gang. This is cooperation and a mission.

And Weller's goal tonight is here.

After handing a few bills to the doorman, Weller, wearing a crying clown mask, walked in swaggeringly.

People with disguised identities often come here wearing masks to enjoy themselves, so the guards don't pay much attention.

Violent music, crowds writhing crazily to the music, vendors walking through the crowd selling meatballs, and men and women unleashing their primitive desires in the corners.

Weiler looked at the smoky environment, frowned slightly, walked through the dancing crowd, and began to look for his target.

After escaping from the crowd and rejecting three enthusiastic vendors and eight women who wanted to play poker with him, Weller finally found his target in an inconspicuous booth.

Bearded Job.

Job was a muscular man with a bushy beard.

At this time, he was holding a woman in his arms, talking quietly to the person sitting opposite him while raising and lowering his hands.

Weller glanced around and saw no box or bag containing the money, and was a little dissatisfied.

“It’s not a cash transaction, bad review!”

He muttered and walked towards the two of them.

But as soon as he reached a short distance from the two of them, three or four people with evil looks blocked him.

"Go away, this is a private space, go elsewhere to have fun!"

Weller raised his hand and said apologetically: "Sorry."

"Humph!"

After hearing Weiler's words, several people looked disdainful.

The next moment, Weller punched someone in the face.

boom!

The man screamed, his nose bleeding, and he was kicked away by Weller, landing on the table in front of the bearded Job.

The bearded Job was startled, and the men around him quickly stood up and raised their hands to touch their waists.

But when they pointed their guns at Weller, a hair-raising blade light quietly appeared, like a beating elf, streaking across the weapons of several people.

blah blah blah!

The gun was broken, and the hearts of these people were also half cold.

"Yes, it's a ghost!"

A gangster screamed and took two steps back with a frightened expression.

The bearded Job was startled. He pushed the woman out of his arms without hesitation, pulled out his gun and pointed it at Weller, shouting: "What are you doing in such a daze? Kill him!"

The moment he finished speaking, the gun in his hand spit out tongues of fire, and the man sitting opposite him also called for people to start dealing with Weller.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out, and screams rang out in the nightclub. The scene instantly became chaotic, and the crowd ran toward the door crazily.

At this moment, the hot and brilliant flames quietly appeared. As Weller moved, he left brilliant traces of flames in the crowd, like a fire net that enveloped all the enemies.

When the flames disappeared, the gunshots also stopped.

The bearded Job felt the cold blade on his neck, and drops of cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

The ghost is scarier than the legend.

"I have money, I will give it all to you, let me go!"

Bearded Job begged fearfully.

As far as he knew, except for the Russian mafia people who were massacred by the ghosts because of the ghosts, most of the people were only robbed of their money.

"I have money too!"

The gang leader who came to discuss business and tasks with Job also immediately shouted loudly.

Weller was a little moved, but that was not the main purpose of tonight.

But...it doesn't seem to conflict!

"Tell me how much money you have."

After Weller asked the two people to sit on the booth, he sat between them, put his arm on their arms, dangled the sharp blade in front of their eyes, and said: "You only have 3 minutes to impress me. The money is transferred to this account."

Weller rattled off a series of numbers.

The two clicked on their phones twice, but looked at Weller aggrievedly.

"I don't remember."

Weller's mouth twitched: "When I asked you to study, you insisted on joining the gang! You can't even remember a few numbers!"

After the words fell, Weller spoke slowly again.

The two of them took notes with trembling hands and made two phone calls.

"Mr. Ghost, it will take at least half an hour for the payment to arrive!"

The two were weeping.

"unnecessary."

Weller said softly.

This account is connected to the system, and as long as the system determines that it belongs to him, there will be no delay in the arrival of the account.

In addition, as long as the money in this account is money, Weller can exchange it for cash at any time and withdraw it directly from the system. It is simply the best wallet in the world.

"100 million? 130 million? Ha!" Weller chuckled: "Is your life worth this much?"

The two looked at Weller in horror.

How can it be?

The money probably hasn't arrived yet, how did he know?

Didn't you see him looking at his phone or something?

The two checked the sweat on their foreheads and said hurriedly: "This is just one of our accounts, we haven't finished it yet!"

After the words fell, the two started talking on the phone again, while Weller waited quietly, watching the panicked crowd gradually disappear into the store.

Two minutes later, the two looked at Weller with pale faces.

Weller nodded with satisfaction, picked up the bearded Job with frightened eyes, and said gently: "Don't worry, I just have something to ask you."