Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

under night.

A seven-seater commercial vehicle dangled away from Manhattan.

"4000 million, I draw 20.00%, take 800 million, and I will not participate in the distribution of the remaining 3000 or 530 million. Each of you is [-] million, and a fraction will be given to Matt as a tip. His command is of great help to us in combat. .”

In the car, David began to calculate the accounts, then looked at Matt, and seemed to think of something: "Do you have a Swiss bank security account?"

To put it bluntly, a security account is a foreign private account, as long as you provide the account and password, you can use it anytime you want.

Although on the surface it is necessary to provide identity information to open an account, who can't get a few fake identities these days?

In addition, Swiss banks in this period of time have a good reputation. Unlike 20 years later, they are still the first choice for most underground banks and private secret accounts.

"No."

Matt shook his head and smiled wryly, "I've never even heard of that much money before."

"Fox, use the fraternity channel to open a security account for Matt, and tell him when it's done." David ordered.

"No problem." Fox had no objection, it was all trivial matters.

"Thank you."

Matt is also very relieved about the few people in front of him.

Although they have known each other for a short time, after experiencing some things together, the two parties have established a rather deep friendship.

He is also very clear that this amount of money seems a lot to him, but in the eyes of David and others, it is far from reaching the point of "going against conscience, killing people and getting goods".

"I'm going to see Pushkin now."

David waved his hand: "The operation is over, it's time to go home."

With that said, the car drove into Brooklyn.

"Remember to dispose of the car, don't leave any flaws."

After arriving at the destination, David got out of the car and watched Wesley and others go all the way without stopping.

……

Brooklyn, not far from the Slavi clubhouse, a single-family house in a high-end residential area.

This is Andre's foothold.

The location is not hidden, but absolutely safe.

All the Russian gangsters surrounded the house like sandwich biscuits.

On the street, there are thugs from Russian gangsters at any time, instead of the community security patrols, they are more serious and responsible than the police.

Nobody, not even a fly, is allowed to stay in front of this house.

It is conceivable how exaggerated Andre's defense work is, which is completely different from the arrogant Susan.

Andre knew very well that if he was targeted by the CIA, if it wasn't for Pushkin's status as a deterrent, he would have been betrayed to the point where there was no scum left.

the other side.

The Lankerhoff brothers had just returned from Manhattan, and they were sitting anxiously in the house waiting for news.

They were both excited and worried when they thought about what they had done half an hour ago.

This time, the CIA was offended.

at last.

A subordinate came in a hurry and came quickly.

"Massive shootout at Manhattan hotel..."

He looked nervous, thinking of the information he had heard, with a trace of shock and disbelief on his face: "The police have arrived at the scene, and our people saw that woman, Susan, standing with the police..."

Andre and the Lankerhoff brothers looked at each other.

They naturally knew that this was David's effort.

"Are our people safe? Did the police catch anyone?"

Andre asked.

"No."

When the subordinates reported, the disbelief on their faces turned into excitement: "Our people acted very quickly, and those stupid policemen didn't find anything. At most, they tracked down the stolen car we provided."

"very good."

Andre smiled.

The Lankerhoff brothers let out a long sigh of relief.

Ding Ding!

A notification popped up on Andre's phone. He glanced at it and told the Lankerhoff brothers: "David is here, go out and pick him up."

"it is good."

Anatoly Rankkhov nodded, walked out of the house, went to the end of the street, and waited for David.

After a while.

A commercial vehicle stopped, and David got out of the car, looked at Anatole and did not speak.

Afterwards, the two watched the commercial vehicle leave.

Anatoly stepped forward.

"David, very well done."

He laughed and patted David on the shoulder, put away the original contempt in his heart, and completely changed his view of David.

If it was said that in the past, it was only because of Andre's face that he had to speak kindly to David, but now, the respect expressed in his words is completely from the heart.

He directly led people into the hotel, killed the mercenaries who were closely related to the CIA with lightning speed, avenged his own people... and even played tricks on the person in charge of the CIA operation.

This approach is very appetizing to him.

Men should be this hard.

"It's not over yet, it's not time to be happy."

David didn't mean to exchange greetings with Anatole, he solemnly reminded: "We have only officially entered a critical period now."

The two passed by.

At night, when the gang members patrolling the street passed by them, they all stood still and paid attention, and respectfully called out "boss".

Anatoly is used to it.

It was indeed the first time for David to feel such a strong gangster atmosphere.

Seeing these strong men with fiery eyes and full of ambition, he realized that being a gangster in the Marvel world is indeed a promising career...

If you quit, you can be rewarded as a superhero, if you advance, you can become a giant in the underground world. The upper limit is extremely high.

Of course, the possibility of premature death is also higher than other industries.

However, for men, the pleasure and refreshment of being superior and in control of power is more important than anything else.

……

David came to the house and saw Andre again.

This meeting, deep in the depths of Andre's eyes, the hint of worry was much better than before.

After confronting the CIA, Andre has been under a lot of pressure.

David's actions tonight finally made him relax a lot.

The same goes for the Lankerhoff brothers.

After all, although Pushkin is a gangster in the underground world on the east coast, the CIA is a national intelligence agency that directly obeys the president. Facing such a behemoth, it is false to have no pressure.

Fortunately, the CIA's thinking is not simple, the action must be hidden underwater, otherwise, Andre may have been uprooted by the authorities long ago.

"Today's operation was very successful. The CIA was provoked, Susan was provoked, and the damned person died. For us, it is undoubtedly a major victory."

David changed the subject: "However, after this victory, we must be prepared to deal with it."

"How to deal with it?"

Andre asked: "What do you think the CIA will do?"

"CIA is not a soft persimmon. After suffering such a big loss, it will not let it go easily..."

David's tone is firm: "I think they will launch a plan in advance, mobilize their forces, and attack us in an all-round way."

Andre pondered, but he had already expected it in his heart.

The faces of the two Lankerhoff brothers changed slightly. After realizing it, they couldn't help saying bitterly: "If I had known earlier, we would have slaughtered that woman named Susan first tonight."

"Susan cannot be killed for now."

David shook his head: "She is just a pawn of the CIA executives. After killing her, there will still be a second Susan and a third Susan. Her death will not affect the overall situation. Besides, since this Susan is doing things No, she's an idiot, so keeping her is more useful than killing her."

"Looking at you, you already have an idea?"

Andre's eyes flickered, full of anticipation.

"good."

David nodded and said sternly: "Anyway, we have no choice now, so it's better to make all the achievements in one battle."

"how do you want to do it?"

Andre asked slowly like a fanboy.

Although he is not the real Pushkin, the matter is still closely related to him, and there is no room for hesitation.

"Lead the snake out of the hole and force them to make a move."

David was full of confidence, and said with a smile: "We must first create an excellent opportunity for them, lure them into action, and then make them doomed!"

"But……"

The Lankerhoff brothers showed hesitation, and Anatoly was a little nervous: "If we fail, does it mean...we have no chance again?"

"you can say it this way."

David nodded with a calm tone: "However, we will not fail."

"Even Jin Bin, who is cooperating with us now, is actually a foreign aid of the CIA. Why are you so confident?"

Anatoly frowned, not understanding the source of David's self-confidence.

"Jin Bin."

David's face was strange: "How do you know that Kim is involved with the CIA?"

"Jin Bing tried to win over our brothers, but we didn't agree."

Anatoly hesitated for a moment, and said bluntly: "Don't think that our brothers don't know that our cooperation with Jin Bin is just delaying time..."

Hearing this, Andre didn't change his face.

"Fortunately, you didn't agree."

David shrugged.

"Why do you say that?"

Anatoly felt that David was going around in circles, and was a little upset: "I just started to see you pleasing to the eye, you better speak clearly."

"Jin is not one of us."

David glanced at Andre, and said lightly: "From the very beginning, Jin Bin was his own. If he can survive the crisis this time, Pushkin and Jin Bin will form an alliance and form one body. From now on, the entire east coast, including Including New York, there is only one voice left... I mean, you understand, don't you?"

"……Understood."

The Lankerhof brothers looked at each other in blank dismay, and suddenly realized.

Good guy, Jin and recruited our brothers, are you two fishing here?

Isn't this bullying honest people?