Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

Combining the information in the system's memory and mind, David has a little judgment on the current situation.

You can't sit at home and wait for McCall to come to you.

Must be proactive.

Currently, his men are hunting down McCall.

However, these people are obviously not McCall's opponents. They were not only played around by McCall, but also suffered heavy losses.

McCall obtained part of his own information through his former work unit, and began to retaliate wildly, attacking his own industry everywhere.

The people he sent didn't even cause him any hindrance.

What a bunch of crap.

David is in a complicated mood. In the past, when watching novels, movies and TV shows, the younger brothers under the villain’s hands came out one by one to deliver food, and they were repeatedly ravaged by the protagonist. The sense of substitution is quite deep. Now the sense of substitution has indeed come, but it is the villain who is substituting. .

David turned on his computer, logged into the New York Community Forum, and found the news section.

Enter the keyword—the cargo ship exploded in New York Harbor.

The text and pictures were quickly refreshed, exactly the same as the information in David's memory.

This freighter is called "Great Eastern", and it is carrying refined oil.

To put it bluntly, it is "smuggling oil" brought back to the United States from other places, which can be regarded as an "open and aboveboard" smuggling business.

Needless to say, the status of oil in the energy field. The United States attacked Iran more than ten years ago. Although there are many strategic intentions, it cannot be denied that oil has occupied a considerable part of the factor.

The oil business has a vast market all over the world, and it is sought after by countless people in the United States.

As one of the bigwigs on the east coast, Pushkin has business all over the east coast, and also occupies the underground world, taking the largest share of the oil smuggling market. Now that the freighter is bombed, the loss is as high as tens of millions...

In addition, not only private oil, but also young ladies and sisters on the side of the road at night have become homeless from daily brides.

Some members of the FBI were suddenly instigated by McCaul, and joined forces with the New York Police Department to sweep the streets and clubs like crazy. They couldn't do business at all, which made all the LSPs in New York complain.

David tried calling officials, but no one answered.

Business in New York has come to a complete standstill, with tens of millions lost in just one day.

It was an almost devastating blow.

David fell into deep thought, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the situation he was facing at this time was not as simple as it was shown in the movie.

When the two world lines merge, it is impossible not to have a butterfly effect.

In the Marvel world, McCall is just a retired agent, so what if he can fight again?

It is extremely difficult for one person to destroy a behind-the-scenes gang that covers the east coast, and there must be other forces behind it.

Thinking of this, David felt that the front was filled with fog and hazy, but it was only one step away from the truth.

In any case, it is always right to solve the current troubles first.

Target McCall!

After thinking about it, he took out his cell phone and made a call, then went back to the lounge to take a nap.

The body cannot be broken because of the enemy.

Otherwise, before the enemy comes, people will fall ill first, isn't this a joke?

……

at the same time.

In one of Brooklyn's well-known flesh and blood clubs, a Russian is throwing a fit.

"Run away, let him run away again!!"

Teddy Renson's face was a bit distorted, and his facial features were fairly straight, but at this moment, he exuded a ferocious aura like a beast, which made people dare not look directly at him.

He gritted his teeth: "Our people are all over New York, can't we not even find a nigger hiding everywhere?"

"Sir, we searched all around his house, and there are people guarding him all the time, but we didn't find any trace of him."

Raffle's face was equally ugly, and he replied in a low voice: "He blew up the freighter last night, I suspect he has left Brooklyn."

"This is his warning to us."

Teddy took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and said slowly: "Mr. Pushkin gave an ultimatum. If we don't deal with him, we will be the ones to suffer."

"Gudong!"

Ralph swallowed, feeling anxious and panicked.

"Publish the reward."

Teddy said in a deep voice: "Provide 100 million clues, kill him 500 million! Within three days, he must be dealt with!"

"clear."

Ralph nodded.

"By the way, contact the Rankerhoff Brothers and seek Jinbin's help in the name of Pushkin... Our eyeliner must be fully spread in New York, and we must not let things continue to deteriorate."

Teddy hesitated for a moment: "Let them tell Jin Bin that if Jin Bin is willing to help, the New York white powder market will be given up to him. At the same time, Mr. Pushkin will owe him a favor."

"What? Give up the white powder market, find gold and help?"

Raffle's pupils shrank, not understanding how Pushkin made this decision.

But he didn't dare to question it, and immediately did so: "I'll notify you right away."

Teddy and the others are now under a lot of pressure. They have been repeatedly frustrated in the fight with McCall, and have not been able to gain the upper hand so far. They were played by the opponent and rubbed on the ground.

The latter appears and disappears like a devil, with superb methods.

Everyone was quite frustrated, and Teddy was the only one left in the team who was still fighting high.

At this moment, after hearing Teddy's order, they all had a little fear of McCall, and found themselves waiting for others, as if they had really provoked someone they shouldn't...

Even Mr. Pushkin can only turn to the opponent.

But, is Kim willing to help?

Turning to Jin Bing for help is more like leading a wolf into the house.

"What the hell is going on in the world, and who is that McCall?"

Ralph groaned inwardly.

……

The sun was three poles high, the sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was cold.

The blue sky was clear, and there was not a single cloud in sight.

There is a natural energy in New York today.

After several hours of deep sleep, David opened his eyes refreshed and fully recovered.

Snapped!

He slapped Wesley awake.

"Fake!!"

Wesley was soundly asleep, and was woken up by David's slap, and subconsciously touched the gun, wishing to slap David.

"What's wrong with you?"

Wesley was furious: "Are you as blind as Matt and can't see, I'm sleeping!!"

"I know, I did it on purpose."

David shrugged: "During drinking last night, you said that although you are willing to serve as an elder in the fraternity, you don't want to return to work in the fraternity. For a while, your heart was empty and you didn't know what to do..."

"So, what do you want to say?" Wesley suppressed his anger.

"I can give you a job." David went straight to the point.

"what?"

Wesley was taken aback: "That's it?"

"Yes."

David nodded and smiled, "I've thought about it. I need a trustworthy person who doesn't need to be so smart to help me make a career. You are the right person."

"Stop it, I promise."

Wesley looked impatient: "I'm going to continue to sleep, don't bother me!"

"and many more."

David reached out and grabbed Wesley by the collar, and dragged him out of the bed abruptly, with a smile on his face: "Since you agreed, come with me."

"What, is this the beginning?"

Wesley wished he could slap himself twice, his intestines were full of regret: "Can I go back on my word?"

"I didn't hear clearly, please say it again."

David conveniently picked up the pistol that Wesley had placed beside the bed, and put the muzzle on Wesley's forehead.

"You are really a qualified black-hearted capitalist."

"Thank you for the compliment."