Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

"Okay, is there anything else you want to talk about?" Seeing that the purpose of holding this meeting today has been achieved, Jin Bin saw that although there were some minor hiccups, they were innocuous, so he was ready to open his mouth to end this dispute between New York City gang bosses. assembly.

It was just a polite word from Jin Bin, and he didn't expect other people to express any opinions, but he didn't expect that someone actually spoke up, so all the eyes of the room were focused there.

"Mr. Wilson, I want to talk, talk to you alone." Anthony said calmly with a cigar in his mouth.

"You are Anthony," Kingpin glanced at Anthony and quickly remembered the information about the person in front of him.

There is no way, although Anthony lives in seclusion, he is a relatively low-key among the many gang bosses in New York City. But as hidden competitors, the gangs all know each other's top figures. What's more, the Angry Gang was so popular some time ago, and it seemed to be a large gang, so Kingpin thought about it for a while and remembered Anthony's identity.

"I didn't expect that my name would catch your attention, Mr. Wilson. What an honor. I thought a little guy like me would have to introduce myself," Anthony puffed.

"Little person" Kingpin smiled: "Mr. Anthony, you are not a little person now. Not only did you handle that incident beautifully, but the Angry Gang has become stronger and stronger under your leadership. To be honest, I envy James. What a guy to have such a son."

"Really? That's really an honor for me." After saying that, Anthony stood up, walked up to him with gin and wine under the surprised gaze of the other party, and said meaningfully in a voice that only two people could hear: "Why? Well, Mr. Wilson, let's talk alone, right now."

After hearing this, Kingpin looked Anthony up and down meaningfully, and then refused: "I'm sorry, Mr. Anthony, I believe you can see that I have too many things to deal with recently. If you need it, wait for me to deal with it. After these things are done, we can make an appointment. But not now. Of course, if you really need to talk about something now, you can just say it. There is no need to avoid other people. "

"Really?" Anthony raised his eyebrows and said, "You can say anything you want to know here. What I want to say is related to that group of Eastern Europeans. Mr. Wilson is sure you want me to say it here."

"What do you know?" Kingpin narrowed his eyes and said. You know, he handled this matter very cleanly. He didn't see that even elite agents dispatched by intelligence agencies like the FBI were in a hurry. The case was closed. To be honest, he really didn't believe what Anthony, a fledgling gangster, could discover.

Anthony looked at Kingpin with a cigar in his mouth and said: "There are many, such as their strength, their senior cadres are actually controlled by others, and when they were able to escape from the crazy people of the Hand, it was because someone said hello. of."

Kingpin looked at Anthony expressionlessly. He didn't expect that Anthony knew so much.

At the same time, Jinpin also found that he had overlooked one point. If it were an official channel, he would naturally not know from the Hand that he had told them to let the Eastern Europeans go.

But as a gang member, it is indeed possible to know something from the mouths of the Hand. After all, the Hand and the Kingpin only have a cooperative relationship, and there are many gangsters who have cooperated with the Hand. As long as the other party can afford the price, it is not impossible to sell some information that is insignificant to them.

"What do you want?" Kingpin asked in a low voice.

"Didn't I say?" Anthony said meaningfully: "Let's talk alone."

Kingpin looked at Anthony deeply, then nodded silently, and then said with a smile to all the gangsters who were watching a good show: "Everyone, I have some personal matters to deal with, so I'll excuse you now. .I have already said hello to you at the reception. If you like it, you can take it away."

Immediately afterwards, Kingpin signaled to his subordinates that he would bring Anthony to the office to see him, and then left the conference room surrounded by several subordinates.

"Mr. Anthony, please follow me," Kingpin's men signaled with their hands.

Anthony nodded and motioned for him to lead the way. Just as Anthony was following up, another subordinate stopped Gin who was following Anthony closely, and said with a face that he could not refuse: "I'm sorry, sir, our boss only invited Mr. Anthony. The cocktail party is there." By the way, you can go and relax first."

Looking at Gin's eyes, Anthony walked up to him and whispered in his ear: "Notify me, we will start in ten minutes."

Gin nodded calmly, and at the same time looked at Anthony with a hint of worry on his face and said: "Boss, do you really not need me to follow you?"

Anthony smiled and patted Gin on the shoulder and said: "Your boss is not a baby who needs to be protected at all times, and don't forget my ability. If necessary, you will appear by my side at any time, right?"

Gin, who had already signed the blood-sacrifice order, also realized that unless Anthony was instantly killed by one blow, if Anthony really needed it, he could be summoned to his side at any time through the blood-sacrifice order. So he couldn't help but nodded, and then went out directly to start arranging related matters.

Looking at Gin's leaving figure, Anthony suppressed his smile and murmured expressionlessly in a voice that only he could hear: "Revenge is more interesting if you do it yourself, isn't it?"

Following Kingpin's men to the top floor of the Fix Building, in a luxurious office, Kingpin was standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the night view outside the window. At this time, he did not look injured at all.

Jin Bin's men bowed and reported, then retreated and closed the door. At this time, only Anthony and Jin Coin were left in the room.

Of course it's just an appearance, because Anthony, who has learned the ability to read, can feel that besides Kingpin and Anthony, there is another person in this room, a person who hides himself very well.

"Tell me, what do you want?" Jin Bin, who stood with his hands behind his back, turned around and said calmly.

It turns out that Kingpin actually regarded Anthony as the kind of blackmail gangster who wanted to use the information in his hands to blackmail King and give him benefits.

But Anthony was not angry at all, because the other party was already a dead person in Anthony's eyes, and there was no need for Anthony to be angry with a dead person.

He walked to the wine rack, casually put out his cigar, poured two glasses of red wine, walked up to Kingpin, and handed one of the glasses of red wine out. Anthony smiled and said, "I want to ask Mr. Wilson to have a good look." play."

"Good show" Jin Coin did not take the red wine from Anthony. He looked Anthony up and down, and then said calmly: "You know, I have very good taste. Are you sure your show is worth my time?"

"Of course, I've been preparing for it for a long time," Anthony laughed. Then, without waiting for Jin Bin to say anything, Anthony placed the glass of red wine he handed to Jin Bin on the table, then raised his wrist and looked at his watch and said, "Looking at the time, it should be almost there."

At this moment, Anthony looked out the window. There seemed to be a raging fire in a place far away from the Fix Building. Then, as if it had been agreed, several places in the field of vision outside the Fix Building were visible. Everything seemed to be on fire.

Following Anthony's gaze and looking out the window, Jin Bin looked at the places burned by the flames outside the window and frowned slightly. Before he could react, the phone on the table rang. He picked up the phone and heard an anxious voice: "The boss is bad. Our sites in many places in New York were suddenly attacked and they used a lot of heavy weapons. We can hardly withstand it."

"What?" Kingpin said angrily when he heard this. At the same time, he also reacted. No wonder he looked so familiar. It turned out that the place that had just caught fire was his own territory. So he stared at Anthony with an angry face and asked, "It was you who did it." "

"Are you satisfied with my play, Mr. Wilson?" Anthony performed the etiquette of a Western nobleman, and then said with a smile: "I will take my father James who is recovering from injury to say hello to you, Mr. Wilson Grant Fisk."