Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

False underworld hegemony, street gun battles, assassination and drugging, all kinds of evil, no bottom line.

The real underworld fights for hegemony, brother fights, peaceful negotiations, mutual humility, and fun.

"How can you be Pushkin?"

Bullseye stared at David for a long time before he finally regained his composure and asked out his inner doubts.

"Why can't I be Pushkin?"

Davy had a good laugh, and he loved seeing Bullseye's goofy look.

Even Wilson, who couldn't suppress his surprise, whose face was surprised and somewhat relieved, also came into view.

He asked rhetorically, "My brother can be Kim Bin, so why can't I be Pushkin?"

Can this kind of thing be explained by equivalent substitution?

Who will teach me if I'm not good at math?

Both Bullseye and Wilson were silent, not knowing what to say for a while.

"If you were Pushkin, why did you fight Wilson for so long?"

Bullseye's mind seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't turn around: "If you two joined forces, the east coast has been our world since a few years ago."

In fact, this question is not only bullseye, but also what Andre wants to know.

Only Wilson was unusually calm.

His clever brain figured everything out right away.

"You think I don't want to?"

After hearing this, David looked at Bullseye with the expression of looking at a fool.

Regarding this question, he had already prepared an answer, and instead of answering, he asked, "Who is my brother?"

"Kinbin." Bullseye replied.

"wrong."

David looked at Wilson and said, "My brother is Wilson Fisk, a billionaire, and I'm David Fisk, an ordinary college student from Hell's Kitchen."

Bullseye suddenly understood.

These two brothers don't know each other's identity! !

Kimpin, like Pushkin, is a code name.

Jin Bing's real identity is known to only a handful of people in the world.

As for Wilson Fisk, a billionaire in the real estate industry, in the eyes of everyone, he is the proud man who came out of Hell's Kitchen.

Who would have thought that a rich man with a net worth of hundreds of millions at a young age would become the leader of a gangster who would lose his head sooner or later?

Moreover, Wilson started from scratch, and every step he took was traceable. He was a representative of Hell's Kitchen White Way, and he was clearly arranged.

Everyone knew that Wilson Fisk must have been involved in the underworld, but no one thought that he was Jin Bin.

It's dark under the lights.

On the other side, Pushkin, as the godfather of gangsters on the east coast, who would have thought that behind such an Eastern European name, his true identity is a college student born in the United States and living in Hell's Kitchen and King's Base Camp in New York?

I have to say that David's way of launching a substitute to attract attention is wonderful.

No one knows that Pushkin in the eyes of the public is actually a fake!

"How did you find out about my identity?"

Wilson finally spoke, a little curious.

In order to avoid causing trouble to his family, he has kept his identity a secret even at home.

But a few days ago, when David forced his way into the boxing gym, he sent him several messages.

From then on, Wilson realized that his identity was no longer a secret in David's eyes.

However, David said in a text message that he would explain the cause and effect during the Christmas family gathering, so he did not rush to ask.

I never thought that planning is not as fast as changing.

"I wasn't sure at first, but after the incident in the boxing gym, I can be sure."

David smiled.

"Are you testing me?"

Wilson's expression remained unchanged, as expected.

I was so assured of David that I missed the opening, and when David asked me, I didn't even have the slightest intention to hide it.

"That's right, it's a test."

David said, getting back to business: "Now that the situation is clear, let's talk about the business."

"I don't know much about this CIA operation."

Wilson changed his angle and knew exactly what David wanted to know. He shook his head slightly, and said bluntly, "However, the people from the CIA did look for me and asked me to join forces with them to drive you out of New York."

After a pause, he continued, "Actually, I agreed."

Hearing this, Andre's face twitched.

Of course he knew what Wilson said.

For this peace talk, Wilson's calculation must be to pretend to be united and then stab the knife in the back.

However, Wilson never thought that Pushkin was his own brother.

That being the case, the plan will naturally need to be adjusted.

"Who contacted you?" David asked.

"Susan, an old woman."

Wilson did not hesitate to betray the CIA's information: "As far as I know, she has retired from the CIA long ago. Because she has a good relationship with McCall, she has become a messenger. If you find her, it will not be of much use."

"No, it works."

David shook his head, with a sneer on his face: "She has a good relationship with McCall, and she can be used as bait to help me catch McCall."

"In addition, there is another news that is very important to you."

Wilson thought for a while and said, "The CIA attaches great importance to this operation. Since you are Pushkin, you must know what the entire east coast market means. Winning this market will allow local CIA employees to pay at least one more bonus every year."

"Sounds like bad news." David shrugged.

"It's really bad news."

Wilson said: "Susan told me that the CIA intends to send a black ops commando to completely cleanse Pushkin's forces in New York. In other words, there is not much time left for you."

"This is New York, how dare they play so big?"

David frowned.

The Black Ops commandos are the CIA's trump card operations team, and McCall was a member of it.

The appearance of a McCall caused them so much trouble.

Not to mention, a special operations team with the backing of the CIA headquarters and an unknown number of McCalls.

"The essence of black operations is that as long as you kill all the targets, who knows what they did?"

Wilson sneered, disdainful of the CIA's way of making money for the national team.

In his view, this is destroying the original order of the underground world.

This approach will not make the world better, but will lead to the collapse of the original order and make the world more chaotic.

"I need your help."

David thought about it, and without hesitation, he chose to call in reinforcements: "Wilson, you have to help me."

"You want me to pretend to cooperate with the CIA, confuse them, and help you obtain information?"

Wilson laughed, seeing David's little thoughts.

"Yes." David nodded.

"why?"

Wilson folded his hands on his chest and said, "We are enemies."

"It's an enemy, but it's a brother."

David smiled slightly, and took the opposite approach: "You are my own brother, if you don't even help me, who else in this world can help me?"

"What benefits do I have?" Wilson was unwilling to be manipulated.

"Andre will follow your orders from now on."

David's answer stunned Wilson again.

Wilson didn't know who Andre was, but out of the four people in the meeting room, only one's real identity has not been revealed.

There is no doubt that David's substitute, the Eastern European, Pushkin in the eyes of the public, is Andrei.

David's words mean that in the future, Pushkin's power will be at your disposal. You are not only Jinbin, but also Pushkin.

To put it bluntly, he gave Wilson the underground kingdom he had worked so hard to build.

"why?"

Wilson frowned, showing surprise again.

It's not about David's generosity, but why David suddenly made such an irrational decision.

"I'm tired, and being an underground emperor has never been my goal."

David told the truth: "I'm going to stand on the table and do a little business."

"Fisk Pharmaceuticals?" Wilson asked.

"It seems that you don't know me that well."

Now it was David's turn to show a surprised expression. He nodded and said affirmatively, "Yes, it's Fiske Pharmaceuticals. It represents the future."