Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

The part-time job David mentioned naturally refers to the action against McCall.

After he finished talking about the information he had, Wesley pondered for a moment, touched his chin, and looked shocked.

"A guy who came out of nowhere dared to offend a mafia leader who is comparable to Jin Bing, and the other party was so battered... Is this guy too powerful, or is that Pushkin you mentioned not good?"

There was a hint of disbelief in Wesley's tone, and he couldn't imagine what kind of situation this was.

He once learned from David that Jin Bing was the underground overlord of New York, and he controlled a force that even the Brotherhood would not dare to provoke, and that Pushkin's status in the underground world on the East Coast could be compared to Jin Bing...

It's as if a monkey that ran out of a zoo suddenly ran into a wild mountain and rode on the neck of a tiger to do his best.

"Stop talking nonsense."

David's old face sank, feeling that Wesley was connoting himself, snorted, and said impatiently: "You don't care if he can do it, McCall's head has a reward of 500 million, if you want to do this part-time job, you'd better close it Be honest, don't talk nonsense."

"500 million is placed in front of me, of course I am obedient."

Wesley rolled his eyes, made no secret of his open eyes, and asked, "Do you know where McCall is?"

"I don't know." David shook his head.

"Then where are we going now?" Wesley frowned.

"You go to meet up with Pushkin's people, I have other things, just let me arrange it."

Seeing Wesley's tangled face, David knew what he was thinking, and added: "Don't worry, I guarantee that if you kill McCall, there must be 500 million. Even if the person who killed McCall in the end is not you , There is also a hard fee."

"That's good." Wesley nodded in satisfaction.

After a while.

David got off the car at the FBI New York branch and told Wesley, "Go and join Pushkin's people. The leader over there is called Teddy Renson, and follow his orders for the time being. Wait and see what happens, and let me know if there is any situation."

"Understood." Wesley gestured to him.

Whoosh!

The car gradually drove away.

David didn't stop at the gate of the FBI and walked straight over.

The security guard at the gate stopped him. After verifying his identity, David entered the inner building smoothly after reporting the name of an FBI agent.

David sat in the lobby and waited, scanning the people entering and leaving.

Some people are very sensitive to his gaze, and after meeting his gaze, they show friendly smiles to each other; some frown slightly, with unfriendly expressions, and walk away quickly, unwilling to be exposed to others' sight for a long time.

soon.

David waited for the person he was looking for.

A man in his early 40s, with a strong build and slightly thinning hair.

The person's eye circles were slightly darkened, and he walked in a hurry, as if he was quite anxious because of his busy work.

"Agent Mosley."

After observing for a moment, David came to a conclusion and walked up.

Mosley was communicating with his colleagues. When he saw David approaching, he looked up and down for a moment, his eyes were sharp, thoughtful, and he confirmed that he had never seen him before. He frowned slightly: "Sir, we don't seem to know each other."

"I just know you."

David was calm, glanced at his colleague, and smiled: "Is it convenient to talk alone?"

"……certainly."

Mosley was silent for a moment, nodded, and led David out of the hall to the open-air parking lot.

There is no one here, and the camera is quite far away, which does not affect the conversation between the two.

Mosley lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and asked coldly:

"Who sent you here?"

David wasn't surprised that Mosley didn't recognize himself.

Because in everyone's perception, Pushkin is a typical Eastern European, and he is an Eastern European in his fifties.

This is true of information collected by anyone, whether it is official information or underground information.

When one thing is recognized by the whole world, no one will stand alone.

This is the beauty of System Identity.

The Pushkin in the original plot, that is, the Pushkin in the eyes of the public, was indeed embodied by the system.

However, that was just a stand-in for David.

This person is loyal to David and will never betray him.

The most important thing is that this person's real name is not Pushkin, but when everyone thinks he is Pushkin, he becomes Pushkin.

Strictly speaking, Pushkin is just a code name.

Behind the gang forces led by Pushkin, the real ruler is actually David, a Hell's Kitchen college student on the surface, but secretly a frat killer..."ordinary guy".

David fully understands that this is like a system patch to prevent worldline chaos.

However, such a hidden identity makes it easier for David to act in a low-key manner.

He pretended to be Pushkin's subordinates and went to the front line, participated in the operation, and was able to implement his will better, ensuring that the orders from top to bottom were strictly implemented.

……

"Mr. Pushkin asked me to come to you."

David spoke softly and in a low voice: "He asked me to ask you why you did this...you know what I'm talking about, don't you?"

On the surface, David's attitude is still friendly, as if conveying greetings from an old friend he hasn't seen for many years.

But Mosley could clearly see that there was a coldness in David's eyes, and his tone made Mosley's heart shudder even more, as if a bullet was about to penetrate his head in the next second.

"It's not my fault, it's your own problem!!"

After hearing David's words, Mosley sweated wildly behind his back, his tone was agitated, and he gritted his teeth: "I was caught by someone, and it was a handle that only I knew - you were betrayed, I can't be a victim! "

"The man who betrayed you was Frank Masters, a black cop from the New York Police Department. You knew him. As far as I know, you are friends."

David understood Mosley's reluctance, and said lightly: "He will die in prison today. He has food poisoning. He will first feel nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain and diarrhea, and then the liver, kidney and other organs fail, until he goes into shock, and finally breathes. Difficult to die... Are you satisfied with the result?"

When he said this, his voice was calm, but it made the man in front of him deeply terrified.

The corners of Mosley's eyes twitched slightly, and he choked back the words in his throat. His face was flushed, his eyes widened, he stared at David, took a few deep breaths, and burst out a few words through his teeth:

"What do you mean?"

"I just want to tell you that starting today, he will not leak any information about you," David said.

"But what about the things that have been exposed?"

Mosley growled in a low voice: "I took your money, and that bastard threatened me with this thing-I don't mean Frank, you know who I'm talking about."

"This is not a problem. Someone is framing you, such as a Russian gang with a bad relationship with you. Once you are really reported for corruption, someone will come to your door the next day and turn yourself in to clear your grievances."

David's eyes were cold: "As for that person... We have already launched an operation, and he will die soon."

"Don't think I don't know, Pushkin's business in New York has almost stopped, the cruise ship was bombed, you have lost tens of millions..."

Mosley was furious: "The most important thing is, you can't kill him at all!!"

"It's different this time, just wait and see."

David saw that Mosley was stern and soft, but he was fierce on the surface, but he had already surrendered in his heart.

People like Mosley, on purpose, never want to fall out with him.

The previous rebellion was out of desperation.

Now that the right to choose is back to him, he fully understands how to choose is the most beneficial.

"All in all, you know what to do."

After leaving a word, David turned and walked away.

"Humph!"

Mosley looked at David's back, spat hard on the ground, took a few deep breaths, and said loudly, "You better keep your promise."

David was indifferent, and waved his hands behind him without looking back.

Mosley's problem is solved, and those homeless girls can come out to work and earn money again.

As the assistant director of the FBI's New York Division, Mosley's position was not very high, but he held real power, so David chose him as his first entry point.

After that, David had to deal with the others one by one.

……

Brooklyn, Slavey Clubhouse.

This place is a famous high-end club in New York for looking for happiness, and it is also a famous gold-selling cave in New York.

The rich, politicians, celebrities and other groups usually hold parties here.

But in recent days, the Slavi Club has been closed for rectification.

Everyone knew that Slavi's clubhouse had gotten into trouble, and the owner of the clubhouse, Slavey, even died tragically along with his thugs.

The clubhouse that used to be full of guests, but which was getting more and more money every day, was instantly deserted and empty.

Wesley got off at the door.

Of course he had heard of this well-known clubhouse in New York's Selling Gold Grotto.

Entering it, there were not many people in the house, Wesley glanced and saw only a few people.

One of them had an ordinary appearance, his eyes were fierce, and his whole body exuded a strong bandit aura, like a wild beast.

Wesley could recognize it without introduction. This person was the leader David said, Teddy Renson.

"Wesley." Wesley introduced himself.

"Teddy Renson."

Teddy looked expressionless, looked at Wesley, and nodded, with an aura of being in control of the overall situation.

Wesley knew the situation, he was just here to make money, he didn't care, he just found a place to sit down.

"Let me explain the situation. It can be seen from McCall's actions that he is a very confident person... He is so confident that he thinks that he alone can kill us all!"

Seeing this, Teddy sorted out his thoughts, and spoke again, with a low and hoarse tone: "So, he must have some way to lock our position and even observe the movements of all of us."

Wesley sat in his place, squinting slightly, as if realizing what Teddy was going to say next.

"What I'm saying is..."

Sure enough, Teddy was decisive, and his tone was firm: "Since we can't find him, then give him a chance and let him come to us!!"