Wesley on the other end of the phone frowned: "Boss?"
He doesn't think it's a good thing for Smiley Man to be too powerful.
The man looked at the snowy night sky and said in a deep voice, "You go and monitor the transfer plan yourself. Speed up the process. Don't worry about this smiling man for now."
Wesley was surprised: "What? Then our business..."
The man raised his lips. "If the smiling man dies, then everything will be the same as before. If the result is that all the killers are killed, how will the group of people at the Continental Hotel and the high table react?"
Wesley understood immediately: "They must do their best to track down this smiling man, otherwise their strength will be continuously questioned?"
Man: "Nearly a hundred core assassins can't kill a smiling man. Does the Continental Hotel still have the nerve to bear the title of "the strongest"? This is not just a matter of money. This is more conducive to our transfer plan."
Wesley agreed in his heart: "Got it, boss."
Man: "You go and do your work."javascript:
At this point, he couldn't help but add, "Leave New York now, go to Boston or Philadelphia, don't stay here any longer. The Continental Hotel suffered a big loss this time, and they will probably find out the real person who wanted the bounty from D'Amico's wife, so remember to clean up the mess. There's no need for us to get involved in this game, just watch them fight to the death."
Although Wesley was a little hesitant, he agreed, hung up the phone, and went straight to the airport.
During this period, he kept making calls on the phone, quickly arranging various matters.
He will not question his boss's judgment and decisions.
In less than ten years, this boss was recognized as the leader by the dark forces across the United States and earned the honorific title of "Kingpin".
All this was not simply because of the use of force, but more because his boss's brain was far superior to those of the gang leaders.
Now, planning for the transfer in advance would come with considerable penalties.
But it is worth it to cheat the mainland hotels and the smiling people at the same time and further increase the success rate of the transfer plan.
If it were any other gang leader, he would definitely be attached to his territory and business, and would fight to the death with the Smiley Man in a fit of anger.
Jin Bing has already extended his tentacles into other industries.
The illegal business here in New York can at most reduce the income of the forces by 20%, but it is not enough to shake their foundation.
Moreover, temporarily stopping the confrontation with the masked gang will allow them to devote more energy to the transfer plan and successfully infiltrate their forces into the high table.
Then, they can indirectly influence mainland hotels.
In the end, whether to devour this powerful hostile force or let it fight and bleed with the Smiling Face People is just a matter of thought.
They can attack or defend, and can even stand in the safe audience seats and watch the beast fighting performances from both sides.
Wesley thought so in his heart and boarded the private plane.
In front of the cabin door, he turned around and looked at the familiar New York night view.
Under the scattered snow flakes, New York at night seemed shrouded in a tragic and murderous atmosphere.
Wesley couldn't help but feel a little melancholy, and sighed softly: "I will be back, wait, New York!"
After saying this, he no longer hesitated and strode into the cabin.
A few minutes later, the private plane took off and flew towards Boston.
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The battle is in full swing in the Quagmire Park.
Wade kept cursing.
Fortunately, the V-suit had a voice blocking function, so he was not discovered by the endless trash talk.
Well, nowadays, there were very few times when he was not discovered.
After the appetizer in the first few minutes, his battle with the killer group quickly became intense.
Both sides had roughly estimated the other's strength level.
The assassin group was certain that their numerical advantage was unshakable. The biggest problem was that they did not want to become the smiling man's burial companion before his death.
Wade was hit by seven or eight bullets. His headache now is how to explain this to Vanessa when he returns.
Without even looking, he knew that his body must be as ugly as a Dalmatian.
The only difference is that the Dalmatian is black and white, so the "flowers" on his body should turn into blue-black by the time he gets home.
But thinking of the remaining 2.5 million balance, Wade became motivated again.
What's a human-shaped Dalmatian? Five million can make countless people want to be dogs but can't.
And he is not fighting alone.
Born as a mercenary, he had survived hail of bullets and had long since discovered that someone was secretly clearing out the killers.
Although he didn't know why the killers didn't notice this situation, Wade knew it.
His combat level and combat instincts are at least two levels higher than the strongest of these killers, so he can be sure of this.
Several times when he was about to be surrounded, the auxiliary system would send him a prompt and mark out an escape route for him.
If he did so, he would escape alive again.
And there were assassins along these routes. Wade was extremely sure of this.
The auxiliary system was always helping him to keep an eye on the locations of the killers around him, recording and reminding him, otherwise he would not have been able to hold on for so long.
As soon as these escape routes appeared, some killers who had only been shooting for less than ten seconds along the way would mysteriously disappear, and loopholes would naturally appear in the encirclement.
If he doesn't notice anything odd about this, then Wade must be an asshole when he's a mercenary.
It was for this reason that he had not yet made up his mind to escape decisively.
Wade is not stupid.
Having already obtained 2.5 million, he had no intention of fighting to the death.
In order to complete the mission, he can take risks, but he will not refuse to escape even if he knows he will die.
The completion rate of task assignments is meaningful to the living, but it is unnecessary for the dead.
Just like what V said, only if I'm alive can I live happily with Vanessa.
If he died, his future wife would be given to another man.
On the other hand, the V-shaped combat suit also gave Wade great confidence. He even had the leisure to complain about those killers in the combat suit.
Unfortunately, his most proficient "critical strike with words" ability cannot be activated.
Luke, who was well aware of his foul mouth, did not give this bitch the chance to destroy V's character, let alone let V become the legendary neurotic chatterbox.
That low-profile V-shaped combat suit not only cannot eat food, but also has no external voice system.
Wade doesn't need to talk tonight. He just needs to do his job conscientiously and be a moving target.
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While Wade was in pain and joy, Luke silently recited a limerick in his heart: One, two, three, four, five, income of fifteen thousand. Four, five, six, seven, eight, two thousand eight arrived.
Each of these killers is "fat as hell" and is at the level of a small boss.
Only when clearing out a guy who seemed to be a lookout did the system give only forty experience points.
When Luke threw the other person into the storage space, a thought flashed through his mind: This person is probably the one who focuses on intelligence and logistical support, so he doesn’t have many lives on his hands!