Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

The next day, many places in New York were attacked by heavy firepower last night, which indeed caused an uproar. The intensive gunshots and constant explosions made all the people around the attacked place think that they were on the Afghan battlefield. So a large number of people took to the streets to protest and demonstrate, demanding an explanation from the authorities.

Facing the excited demonstrators, all the top officials of the New York authorities are anxious to raise their eyebrows. These are all votes. If they cannot satisfy the demonstrators in front of them, then their career will probably be in jeopardy in the future.

It's about their own vital interests, and all the top brass in New York City are of the same mind. A death order was issued directly, and an explanation must be given to the people in the shortest possible time. Whether it was the police station or the FBI, a lot of elites were scattered out, running around like mad dogs.

And sure enough, just as Anthony expected, under the strong pressure from the New York authorities and their superiors, these elites concocted a report about Eastern Europeans that was the same as the one Anthony saw in his hands in a short period of time. .

So at a grand press conference, the New York authorities, together with the police and other senior officials, strongly condemned these Eastern Europeans, and finally designated them as terrorist organizations. Direct intervention by the National Guard sent them all to a prison in New York City, where they would spend the rest of their lives.

"So the truth is not that important, is it?" Sitting in the audience, Anthony looked at the mayor of New York City who was making nonsense on the stage and promised that this situation would never happen again during his term, and smiled at the people beside him. Gin said.

Gin nodded casually and agreed. He had seen this kind of thing a lot in the world of Conan. Even though there were so many detectives in Conan's world, in the eyes of those in power, these truth-seeking detectives were actually the same as clowns. the same. Sometimes the truth is not important. Sometimes what the people need is just an explanation.

"Find out which prison they are serving their sentences in," Anthony looked at the screen, which was broadcasting a live broadcast to the public of the group of Eastern Europeans who were being extricated and loaded into the car. He calmly ordered Gin: "Say hello inside. them."

Gin looked at the Eastern Europeans on the screen with a stern look in their eyes, nodded and said, "Understood."

"Serving until death is too easy for them. No matter what the reason is, hurting my family is hurting. I will play with you slowly, and I hope you can play with it a little longer," Anthony said coldly.

A massive attack on Totti in New York City ended like this, but this was only superficial. Although, due to the heavy pressure from the top, the police department and the intelligence agencies immediately found a scapegoat to close the case when they could not produce direct evidence in a short period of time.

But in fact, it is impossible to hide who was responsible for that attack. After all, it is impossible for such a large-scale mobilization of the Nu Gang to not reveal any flaws. It's just that the Nu Gang's hands were relatively clean, and they couldn't grasp the handle in a short period of time, so they just went with the flow and turned the so-called evidence that the Nu Gang stayed in place directly into an established fact.

Therefore, although the Ang Gang apparently got through this incident, it has actually been registered by relevant agencies. Apart from anything else, Anthony felt that the level of surveillance on senior cadres of the Nu Gang was not at the same level as before.

At the same time, other gangsters in New York City no longer regard Anthony as a new gangster. A guy who can fight with a guy like Kingpin head-on is considered a newbie, so what do they think of them?

Looking at more and more surveillance eyes from both the black and white circles around him, Anthony decided that it would be better to spend his time and keep a low profile for a while.

"How's it going? Haven't you found it yet?" Anthony asked in a deep voice while tapping the table lightly with his fingers.

Gin shook his head and replied with a hint of helplessness on his face: "Sorry boss, although we have obtained some information through relevant channels of investigation, we simply cannot determine which one is Kingpin himself."

Anthony now deeply hates things like stand-ins. With the efforts of many parties, and even the use of multiple secret agents in intelligence agencies, Anthony finally found out Jin Bin's whereabouts.

However, this investigation actually turned up several. The most outrageous thing was that there was information from two different places at the same time, swearing that the other party was in this place, which almost made Anthony crazy.

Jinpin is not a ninja and does not have a clone technique. How could he appear in these two places at the same time? Needless to say, at least one of the two people appearing at the same time must be Jinpin's stand-in, and maybe even both. If you don’t even know whether the other party is real or fake, how can you act?

"Have Jin Bin's group made any moves recently?" Anthony lit a cigar, thought for a moment, and continued to ask.

"Not yet," Gin said, shaking his head.

Anthony frowned and murmured: "Isn't it? This is scary. His underworld foundation in New York City was basically destroyed by me. If he can endure such a big hatred, either he is doing far more than what he is doing now." His legacy in New York City is important, or he is ready to hide in the darkness like a poisonous snake and deliver a fatal blow to us."

"Then" Qing Ginjiu hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Boss, what should we do?"

"What else can you do? Just concentrate on farming. As long as you are strong enough, you will not be afraid of storms. However, gangs have been closely watched recently, so they can only take the commercial route temporarily. In this case, some plans will be advanced," Anthony He looked deeply and said: "Similarly, some accounts should be settled with someone."

In a private room in the casino below Caesars Palace, Anthony was having a pleasant conversation with a burly Russian man.

When the Russian man saw that his men had verified through the computer that the huge amount of funds transferred to his secret account, he couldn't help but smile. He drank the strong wine in the cup and said boldly: "Mr. Anthony, happy to cooperate. If you have this kind of business next time, you can come to me, Peter.”

"It's just mutual benefit, Mr. Peter," Anthony also drank the red wine in his glass and said with a smile on his face. The Russian named Peter in front of him was very energetic. In Anthony's plan this time, the group of Russian mercenaries responsible for the breakup were found through his channels.

"Yes, mutually beneficial," Peter laughed.

After chatting for a few words, Anthony saw that the situation was about the same, so he went straight to find out the real purpose of this trip: "Mr. Peter, I heard that you are very energetic in Russia. I want to ask you something."

"Oh, tell me," Peter said curiously as he stopped drinking. Although the contact was not long ago, Peter had previously investigated Anthony, a very capable person. Because the thing he asked me to do was probably quite complicated.

Anthony played with the cup in his hand and stared at Peter: "I want you to help me find someone."

"Who"

"Ivan Vanke."