Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

"So, you were deceived?"

In the living room, Susan changed into casual clothes and sat on the sofa. After figuring out the ins and outs, her face was extremely ugly and her mood sank to the bottom.

The CIA's Black Ops commandos came to New York on a classified mission.

This means that, apart from the parties concerned, only a few people even within the CIA know about it.

There are only a handful of high-level people who are qualified to read the details of the mission.

Even Susan herself hadn't asked where the Black Ops commandos were staying. How was their location revealed?

Could it be that there are ghosts inside the CIA?

"You don't think there is a problem?"

Susan was sullen, very annoyed, thoughts were flying in her mind, and all kinds of thoughts were going back and forth, and she asked, "Have you figured out why you can't contact me?"

Hearing this, everyone in the Black Action Team looked at each other in blank dismay.

The captain hesitated and said: "The power supply outside your house was damaged, the phone line was cut short, and we also found several electronic jammers outside..."

Susan was taken aback for a moment, and the anger in her stomach was suppressed in an instant.

There was indeed a problem, and she didn't expect it to be her own problem.

"Fack, the son of a bitch!!"

Susan had a flash of inspiration. In today's New York, there is only one person who dares to do these small tricks to herself.

She instantly understood the cause and effect, and her eyes lit up:

"Pushkin!!"

You don't need to think about it to know who is behind this matter.

The black ops commandos were targeted as soon as they arrived in New York, and it was impossible for anyone other than the other party to intervene.

After reacting, deeper doubts followed.

"How did Pushkin know you were in New York?"

Susan frowned: "Did someone leak the news, or... was it just an accident?"

"..."

The captain didn't answer. He saw that Susan was just talking to herself and didn't need anyone to answer.

"Pushkin will not play us for no reason."

Susan calmed down: "His provocation has no meaning other than angering us. Instead, it will make us more vigilant against him...Pushkin will not do meaningless things. There must be other purposes."

"Yes, I think so too."

The captain nodded solemnly.

After this encounter, his original contempt for Pushkin as a gangster leader completely disappeared, leaving only doubts.

"However, he lured us to your house, we came here for 10 minutes, counting the equipment time, up to 15 minutes... What is enough for him to do in these 15 minutes?"

"Anyway, go back and have a look."

Susan had some guesses in her heart, and the ominous premonition became stronger.

She was decisive and immediately made a decision:

"I'll go with you."

"it is good."

The captain greeted the team members, and the group set off again, embarking on the return journey.

However, when they returned to the hotel, they found several police cars parked downstairs, and fire trucks lined up next to each other. The firefighters were standing on the ladder, holding water guns and spraying water on the upper floors.

Everyone was stunned.

"Is that our room?"

Some team members opened their eyes wide and looked at the place where the fire was on fire, dumbfounded: "Pushkin led us away just to set fire to the place where we live?"

"No, it's not our room, it's our upstairs."

The captain immediately identified the specific location, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, as if he had thought of something.

At this time.

Three vehicles were parked on the side of the road, attracting the attention of police who were evacuating the crowd.

Seeing them in full armor, the police were taken aback.

"Hi, I'm George Stacy, the Chief of the Manhattan Division of the NYPD."

His face was serious instantly: "Please show your ID."

"CIA, Susan."

Susan stepped forward and handed out her ID.

Although she has retired, she is still working as a consultant for the CIA.

"..."

George Stacey took the certificate and made a phone call to confirm.

"You, Ms. Susan, as you can see, something is going on here."

After proving that the identities of Susan and the others were correct, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression remained serious: "Can you tell me why the CIA is here?"

"Confidential mission, it is not convenient to disclose."

Susan stared at the upper floors of the building, where the smoke was billowing: "Sheriff Stacey, what happened here?"

"We were notified not long ago that there was a gun battle in this hotel, and some people even used grenades."

George said.

Suddenly, his communicator made a "sizzling" sound, followed by the voice of the firefighter.

"Sheriff Stacy, maybe you should come up and take a look, we found four bodies at the scene..."

"Okay, I'll come right away."

After George responded, he looked at Susan and the others, not surprised at all: "This matter has something to do with your CIA..."

"It doesn't matter."

Susan said firmly: "This matter has nothing to do with the CIA, but we may be able to give you some help."

"Of course, I welcome it."

George nodded.

A group of people took the elevator to room 23 on the 2301rd floor.

In this luxurious room, under the burning of the flames, the sofas, carpets, wine cabinets, tables and chairs, etc. inside were almost turned into charcoal.

Several corpses were damaged to varying degrees.

The deadliest corpse was located in the living room. It had already changed beyond recognition and turned into a blurred mass of flesh and blood.

Only the two corpses in the bedroom were still identifiable.

Susan and the others looked at the corpse and fell silent.

"Sheriff Stacy."

At this time, a police officer stepped forward to report: "Four bodies were found. The forensic doctor took a look at them. There were three dead, who died from the explosion of a grenade, and one who died from a pistol shooting. The identity cannot be identified yet."

"Ms. Susan, can you provide some other information?"

George nodded to show that he knew, then looked at Susan and asked, "You know, this is very important to us."

"Sorry, we don't know these four people."

Susan shook her head: "This matter has nothing to do with the CIA. This matter may just originate from an ordinary gang fight."

After speaking, she turned to leave.

George Stacey frowned and watched the group disappear from sight, but said nothing more.

He is just an ordinary police chief and has no power to force the CIA to leak secrets.

However, since the CIA appeared on the scene, the report will be easy to write after returning.

You can't blame yourself for the blame!

……

Get out of the hotel.

Susan's face seemed clouded.

The captain knew why, he knew the four bodies in the room.

When he got to a safe place and only his own people were left around, he whispered, "That's Ali and Kovacs, the remaining two..."

"Dave, and Resnick."

Susan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "The four of them are Pushkin's targets. This is revenge!"

The four of Dave had just killed Teddy Renson at the Slave clubhouse in Brooklyn, and then they were killed in this hotel...

"Pushkin knows where Dave and you are going, and he even knows that you don't know each other's existence..."

Susan paused every word, with a trembling tone, whether it was from fear or anger.

"We are being played by a gangster scum like this?!"

"Since when did the CIA start to look like a ball to be rubbed?"

"When did even a gang leader dare to play this trick with us?"

Susan was talking to herself, and the continuous internal torture made her gnash her teeth and clenched her fists unconsciously.

"This gangster scum must pay the price immediately!!"