The strongest in the United States

Early in the morning, three forty.

It only took Wang Zang 10 minutes to ask "honest man" Karayev what he wanted to know. In fact, this was not confidential information, just because he had just arrived.

"Snapped"

The plastic lighter in Wang Zang's hand lit up with a cloud of sparks, and then a cloud of smoke rose. He leaned on the fence by the seaside, looking at the quiet sea under the night, and further away, at the dock where he worked the night shift. The noise of workers still sounded from time to time.

"Fu is really a disaster coming from heaven."

Wang Zang took off the cigarette butt that was almost burning to the end, threw it into the sea, and murmured slowly in a low voice. He held a black invitation in his hand, the size of a banknote, with a huge golden "k" letter in it. Sparkling in the moonlight.

This thing sandwiched inside Jamie's brick of heroin did not attract Wang Zang's attention at all. If Karayev hadn't told him that the goal of the two people was to retrieve the brick of heroin, Wang Zang would never have imagined that the last thing was a black broken picture. Paper caused trouble.

Every industry has its leader. Generally speaking, the leader is the most powerful boss in the industry. As the Big Apple City, New York, is the global financial center, the gangsters who can gain a foothold here are undoubtedly strong, even in the Big Apple City. It has a certain influence all over the world, and above the big and small gangs in New York, there is a huge figure that covers the sky, the ruler of the underworld empire, Kingpin.

Kingpin has been operating in New York for many years. Like an octopus lying on the Big Apple, its tentacles have reached every corner of the city. Regardless of the underworld or the white, the power is beyond imagination. In the United States, more than 70.00 % of the black business is inseparable from him, so he has become a well-deserved emperor of the underworld.

Kingpin, who is in charge of more than [-]% of the black business in the United States, naturally does not run it all by himself. When the cake is big enough, the underworld emperor does not mind sharing some leftovers with others, so there is a king's cocktail party every three years. and the gold “k” invitations that went out with it.

The King's Reception held by Kingpin every three years is not just a simple social event, but can be said to be a meeting to reshuffle and divide interests in the underground world of New York and even the entire United States.

The King's reception will issue five invitations to the five most powerful local groups in New York, which represents Jin Bin's recognition. During this month, any gang is allowed to snatch the invitations by any means and can successfully retain them. Only those who submit an invitation and enter with a gold invitation on the day of the reception will be eligible to take a share of the underground business in the United States in the next three years.

Therefore, every time during the King's Banquet held every three years, the gangs who received the invitations would be closely guarded. Countless murderous plots would always break out around these five invitations, dripping with blood. This bloody month had even received official acquiescence.

The Russian gang, which mainly deals in arms and several secret prostitution businesses, is backed by a very powerful official in the Russian military. It naturally has this qualification, and it is the third time that the Russian gang has received an invitation to a cocktail party. The leader of the Russian gang Leonid, after receiving the invitation this time, came up with a perfect idea to use tightly protected fake invitations to attract competitors, and at the same time hide the real invitations in a batch of low-value goods. Let a scumbag send the goods back to him in a month.

Yes, it is a beautiful idea. There are hundreds of thousands of such scum in New York, and no one will notice such a person. If nothing else happens, the Russian gang can not only attack its opponents, but also the real invitation will be safe. Spend this month in a garbage dump.

But as happens in many stories, there are always accidents in everything. If everything went as normal, then this story would be meaningless. Leonid never expected that the low-level scum he randomly selected would be killed by a Kill any intrusive outsiders.

Karayev didn't seem to be lying, so Wang Zang knew that trouble was coming. The golden "k" invitation represented the rules of the Jinbin Empire. A thin invitation represented countless black interests, which was enough to Any gang in New York is crazy about it.

Wang Zang came back to his senses and smiled warmly. Although he didn't want to cause trouble, he was not afraid of trouble. At present, he only faced the Russian gangsters, and the Russian gangsters would never mobilize a large number of people. In this atmosphere, When you're nervous, that's too noticeable.

Even the disappearance of Kim K’s invitation will not be reported for the time being. The Russian gangsters are more afraid of this than anyone else. Once the news gets out, countless competitors will increase on the way to get the invitation back. .

Therefore, at present, the Russian gangsters have only one choice, which is to send out a small but elite manpower to retrieve the invitations secretly and quickly, at least until the news spreads.

Wang Zang spent 3 minutes at the beach before returning to the car. Lyanna had already woken up. She was a little at a loss and asked, "Where should we go next?"

"Anywhere... Well, Lyanna, do you have a favorite place in New York?"

Wang Zang's slow smile immediately put a smile on Lyanna's nervous face. Although it was dangerous, there was nothing to fear as long as this man was around.

At the same time, in another place on this night, the atmosphere was not so peaceful.

In a mansion in Brooklyn, an astonishingly fat middle-aged white man with a bald head sat on the table with a sinister expression. He had a photo and an open bottle of high-strength vodka in his hand. He raised his head and drank it. He took a big gulp, as if this high-precision drink, which ordinary people kept away from, was like water in his mouth.

This man was famous in the New York underworld, Leonid the Great White Bear, the leader of the Russian gang. In front of him, lying on a luxurious bed with exquisite carvings and silk cushions, was a corpse. It was Ivan with a broken cervical vertebra.

Leonid angrily smashed the bottle on the ground, the pungent wine splashed everywhere, and the hysterical big white bear let out a series of beast-like angry roars. Ivan the Ripper was his most trusted subordinate, not only Just because of his ability, and because Ivan is his biological brother, the two of them have the same fanatical blood flowing in their bodies, but now his brother is already lying on the bed cold.

Leonid picked up the photo. In the photo, Wang Zang with a warm smile was holding Lyanna with a bright smile. Looking at the photo, Leonid's hazy eyes were filled with bloody ferocity.

"Tsk, tsk, you look like a male bear with nowhere to vent. Who provoked you?"

A slightly sarcastic voice suddenly appeared, and Leonid's angry eyes flashed with surprise. He turned around and sat on the sofa, and said angrily to the empty air, "Anthony, come out here if you still want to make money." For this amount of money.”

"click"

On the ceiling of the room, a piece of gypsum board was removed, and a swift figure fell from it, standing steadily in front of Leonid. He picked up another bottle of vodka on the table without noticing anything, and raised his head. He took a big sip and then drank comfortably.

"Tsk, tsk, this idiot Ivan was actually killed. The security in New York is getting worse and worse. This is the target. There is a little girl who is less than ten years old and kills a thin little guy. It is really cruel. How much are you prepared to pay? Leonid

The man sat on the table, his legs crossed unbridled, and he casually picked up the photo on the table. He was wearing a black combat uniform and a black sleeveless hoodie, but his face under the hood was covered by a white hockey mask. He looked like a ghost. There was a black fixed-blade knife stuck in his back, and two pistols on the tactical belt around his waist.

"Anthony, it doesn't make any sense to you to arouse my anger. Kill them, no matter what method you use, for $200 million."

Faced with a dangerous man who could appear in front of him through the tight security in the villa without making a sound, Leonid suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a deep voice.

There is no shortage of people in this world who are paid to solve problems for others, and the man in front of him is undoubtedly the leader among them. Anthony Masters is a mercenary who is proficient in all fighting skills and can solve targets in various ways required by his employer. Underground The world is known as the dangerous man who imitates the master.

Of course, his appearance fee is extremely expensive. If it is not necessary, even Leonid, who is rich, will not list him as a choice.

But now, Leonid no longer cares about so much. This man is the most dangerous killer he can find.

Anthony picked up the photo, kissed it hard, and then grinned and said, "What a valuable little beauty, 200 million US dollars, what a generous reward. But, I am very tight recently, you know, the little girls in New York are really He is too enthusiastic and such a small amount of money is not enough.”

Having said this, Anthony suddenly stretched his head in front of Leonid. Behind the hockey mask, the unwavering eyes looked directly at Leonid and lowered his voice.

"Dear Sir Leonid, one of the most powerful men in the New York underground world, what is the reason why you did not take revenge in a big way after losing your own brother, but chose to invite you in the dead of night? I have many interesting inferences about people entering your room. The most interesting one is that there may be many people willing to pay a lot of money for this man."

Leonid squeezed the bottle tightly, took a deep breath, released the murderous aura of the leader of the Russian gang, and then said coldly and angrily, "That's enough, Anthony, just tell me your price."

Anthony made a quick somersault and landed on the bedside with Ivan's body. He said with a smile, "Oh, it's just a joke. You are still as irritable as ever. One blow fatally broke your cervical vertebra. You are very explosive." The high kick, the whole chest here was smashed, it's too cruel, use the power of your fingers to hit the acupuncture points, thus making Ivan's ridiculous mechanical arm lose control. Oh my God, it's a perfect technique, Leonid, It seems that you have provoked a great guy and I am already interested."

Regarding Anthony's inspection of Ivan's body, Leonid did not answer. He just looked at it coldly. It was obvious that this bastard had decided to take over the task. Although he was a greedy bastard, in terms of professional ethics Very reassuring, which is the only good thing about this guy.

The rest depends on how much money he is prepared to ask for, and there is no doubt that it will be a large amount.

Anthony quickly checked all the wounds on Ivan's body, closed his eyes slightly, and restored in his mind the angle, frequency and moves used by the opponent to attack, thereby inferring the opponent's strength. This strange silence was enough to satisfy him. After 3 minutes, Anthony opened his eyes, raised two fingers, and laughed, "I haven't seen such an interesting opponent for a long time. For his sake, Leonid, I will give you a preferential price, 2000 Thousands of dollars.”

2000 million for this greedy bastard

Leonid roared in his mind.

"make a deal."

Although his heart was bleeding, Leonid gritted his teeth and promised in a deep voice that Ivan's blood revenge must be avenged. Moreover, the benefits represented by the gold "k" invitation were far more than a mere 2000 million US dollars.

Anthony picked up the photo with a smile, turned around and left. With a flick of his hand, something flew towards Leonid with a whistling sound of wind, but Leonid just grabbed it lightly and snatched the thin He held something in his hand and his pupils suddenly contracted.

It was a black invitation with a golden "k" letter on it, but Leonid knew that it was not true, because he had made this fake invitation himself, and this fake The invitations were supposed to be placed in a safe under the villa and protected 24 hours a day by hundreds of top gunmen.

"Tsk tsk, Leonid, the craftsmanship of the person you found is too poor. I can introduce you to some good craftsmen next time, and your safe is really too weak."

Antony opened the window and jumped into the darkness without waiting for Leonid's response.

With his fat face flushed with anger, Leonid tore the invitation into pieces, and then angrily dialed the number of the security director of the villa. These damn bastards, he suddenly felt that there was no trace of anything in this tightly controlled villa. There is a sense of security at all.