Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

the next day.

Manhattan Center Building, top floor office.

"Fishing?"

After talking on the phone with David and listening to the latter's plan, Wilson sat in the extra-large boss chair he customized, with a weird smile on his fleshy face.

He pondered for a moment and sent a message.

Half an hour later, Susan arrived in a hurry, accompanied by the captain of the CIA black ops commando.

Because of last night's mistake, she slightly corrected her arrogance towards Pushkin and decided to take "bodyguards" with her.

Meeting room.

Wilson receives his guests.

"Jin Bin, why did you call me over in such a hurry? Is there anything you can't say over the phone?"

Susan was expressionless.

Although he has corrected his mentality, arrogance is one of the seven original sins, one of the seven deadly sins, and it is difficult to eradicate.

At least in any case, Susan was unable to place Jin Bin and Pushkin on an equal footing with herself, and it was even more impossible for Susan to be low in front of Jin Bin.

"About Pushkin..."

Wilson pondered for a while, emotionally involved, highlighted three points of anxiety, seven points of restlessness, serious tone, and said in a deep voice: "My people have received news that he is going to leave the United States."

"He wants to run?"

Susan was taken aback and did not doubt the authenticity of the news.

After all, the CIA is essentially an intelligence organization, and Pushkin is the leader of the underground gangsters on the East Coast, so it is easy to verify the authenticity.

"He doesn't want the territory anymore?"

Susan frowned: "If Pushkin left in such a disgrace, how can he convince the public?"

"Compared with life, territory is more important than life."

Wilson glanced at Susan, and suddenly laughed: "Besides, didn't he regain his dignity last night?"

last night? !

Susan heard the sarcasm, her face sank like water.

The captain of the black ops commando beside her also had a gloomy expression.

It wasn't just Susan who was ashamed last night, but also him, the captain of the black operation team who didn't realize that he was cheated.

Although the CIA did not admit that it was involved in the shootout in the Manhattan hotel room on the 23rd floor last night, smart people can see the twists and turns.

The NYPD has notified the FBI of the incident.

Because the CIA has no law enforcement power in the United States, all actions must be coordinated by the FBI. However, the black operation of the CIA bypassed the FBI last night, which is an illegal operation.

Although the CIA refuses to admit it, it is still the same sentence, and everyone understands it.

The two sides came back and forth, and there was no room for the verbal battle to stop.

Before receiving the call from Wilson, Susan had just had an hour-and-a-half phone call with senior officials from the CIA Langley headquarters, and was scolded for an entire hour.

In the remaining half an hour, it was Susan who was issuing a military order to the high-level headquarters.

The general idea is that the CIA will fully demonstrate its self-style in this operation and will never make any mistakes.

……

"We can't let him go."

Susan was categorical, looking at the burly figure in front of her like a giant, suppressing her inner dissatisfaction, she suddenly came back to her senses, and said lightly: "Jin Bing, if you have any thoughts, you might as well just say it."

"I am on the side with you, so the attitude is the same."

Wilson repeated: "We can't let him go, otherwise it will be difficult to catch him... If Pushkin is hiding in the dark, like a mouse, commanding the power of the East Coast, it will be difficult for us to prevent him from secretly attacking us." threats."

"I understand all of this. You have to speak directly."

Susan waved her hand: "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"According to the original plan."

Wilson said: "But this time, he can no longer be given any chance to breathe, and he must be killed before he leaves."

"can."

Susan nodded.

Wilson meant exactly what she wanted.

She originally planned to slowly erode Pushkin and take over his power in its entirety, but at present, it seems that the longer the delay, the greater the variables.

Especially the attention from the FBI, New York political circles, and high-level officials in Washington has made the CIA more passive.

If you want to swallow this cake smoothly, all you have to do now is to cut the mess with a sharp knife, and this is an optional path.

The big deal is to spend more energy at that time to reintegrate Pushkin's remaining forces on the east coast.

In short, Pushkin's threat exceeded expectations, and he must not be allowed to live anymore.

"My people can cooperate with you."

Susan said: "The premise is that you have to come up with a practical plan. Moreover, this matter must be done beautifully."

"The news I received is that Pushkin has arranged everything and is preparing to leave the United States before Christmas. However, he is hiding in his own territory now, and a strong attack is definitely impossible, unless he does it when he leaves..."

Wilson talked eloquently and seemed to have a plan in mind.

When he said this, he didn't look at Susan, but turned his gaze to the man beside Susan.

This person is the captain of the black ops commando.

"However, if an attack is launched on the day he leaves, he will inevitably face many temporary situations... Everyone, including Pushkin, knows that the CIA will not let him go so easily."

After a pause, he continued: "So, we seem to have many choices, but we only have one chance to make a move."

Susan was lost in thought.

The captain beside her nodded, thinking that Wilson was right.

"I'm going to hold a reception, invite some important guests, and provide them with political donations..."

Seeing this, Wilson added: "Such as Senator Steve Toro, Senator Adam Romanf, Judge Timothy Rockford, Senator Brandon Keefe, and even Darryl Richard Governor Mori..."

"..."

Hearing Wilson mention these names, Susan's expression moved slightly.

As a New Yorker and an official of the CIA office stationed in New York, he is certainly not unfamiliar with these names.

The most important thing is that the names of these people are vaguely related to Pushkin.

"At the same time, I will also invite Pushkin to this reception."

Wilson was very sure: "Pushkin will not refuse the invitation. He can offend me, but he will not let go of the opportunity to build relationships with these people I invited... You know, these people are very important to him."

"Risk, but..."

Before Susan could speak, the captain nodded: "Pushkin will definitely show up. This is indeed a good opportunity."

"Your people can pretend to be waiters at the reception and wait for the opportunity."

"This is my chance," Wilson continued.

"very good."

Susan pondered for a moment, and finally said: "Then it's settled, we'll wait for your news."

The two of Susan acted resolutely, coming in a hurry and leaving in a hurry.

Wilson sent the two downstairs.

A total of three vehicles slowly drove away from the Manhattan Center building.

Judging from Susan's travel arrangements, she followed the entire Black Ops commando, and obviously didn't trust Wilson, the New York underground overlord.

at the same time.

In a car that has already left the building.

"What do you think, Brooke?"

Susan sat in the back seat, pondered for a moment, and asked the captain of the car: "Do you think Jin Bin is credible?"

"Gangsters are not to be trusted."

Captain Brook shook his head, followed by a sneer: "However, isn't our original plan to catch Jin Bin and Pushkin all at once?"

"You are right."

Susan also showed a smile: "It doesn't matter what kind of calculation Jin Bing is planning, because he must never have imagined that all this is really true... just what I want."