"All, all, all..."
Hearing the busy tone coming from the phone, Jin Bing's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out.
Sloan, the Assassin's Brotherhood, useless stuff, and that group of vampires, the damn dark nobility, he took a big risk to get a hundred pure virgins from all over the world.
These bats screwed up.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Jin Bing exerted force with his hands and crushed the encrypted phone into pieces.
The fragments flew everywhere, leaving a gash in Jin Bing's thick palm.
The blood instantly dyed his sleeves red.
"Haha!" Jin Bing took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood from the wound, laughing angrily.
Jin Bing's cold laugh made the atmosphere in the office seem to freeze. Several people in the office all lowered their heads and dared not breathe.
"How's the smuggling business in New York these past two months?"
Jin Bing didn't even raise his head, but his gloomy voice made a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a suit tremble all over.
As a man known as the Emperor of the Underworld, Jin Bing's business is not just like collecting protection fees and selling flour like a gangster.
After more than 20 years of operation, Jin Bing's business has developed into a diversified one.
Flour, smuggling, casinos, arms, real estate, finance, physical factories, Jin Bing can be seen in many industries in New York.
However, the business that makes money the fastest and has the highest profit is naturally the gray business under his control.
Smuggling is a major source of income for him, especially items with high tariffs and high unit value, such as cars, high-end watches and luxury goods.
The profit from smuggling can reach 50% or even higher. In the smuggling market in New York City alone, Jin Bing’s annual profit exceeds more than 1 billion US dollars.
This is also the reason why Jin Bing looked down on the scavenger job.
At that time, Tang Song and his group worked hard for a year, but they earned less than a fraction of Jin Bing's.
The middle-aged man with glasses is the leader of Kingpin's smuggling business in New York.
"Business in Europe has not been affected, but business in East Asia is not ideal. The Hand has now suspended cooperation with us.
As for the smuggling of Japanese cars, we are now looking for alternative suppliers!"
As he spoke, big drops of sweat oozed out of the forehead of the middle-aged man with glasses like raindrops. He didn't dare to wipe them off and let the sweat drip onto the carpet.
"Hmm!" Jin Bing wiped the blood from his palm, did not comment on the report of the middle-aged man with glasses, and turned to ask the bald man next to him.
"What about the flour business?"
The person in charge of the flour business in New York was a big Mexican man with a black scorpion tattooed on the back of his bald head. He heard Kingpin's question.
The bald man took credit and said, "Boss, our shipments have increased by 40% in the past two months!"
"It's increased by forty percent!" Jin Bing paused with his handkerchief pressed on, then raised his head for the first time and looked at the bald man.
"What's going on?"
"Boss, that Chinese Tang doesn't do flour business at all. After the Shuhehui collapsed, our factory is the only one in New York that still has flour. We are now the largest flour supplier in New York!"
"Not doing flour business..." Jin Bing sneered, with a gleam in his eyes. "Raise the price of flour by another 10%!"
"No problem, boss. We are the only ones in New York that have the product!"
The bald man said flatteringly: "Those drug addicts won't care about the price once they are addicted!"
The tall man, who was nearly two meters tall, barely straightened his back when talking to Jin Bing.
However, no one present laughed at him. Who wouldn’t be afraid of a boss as capricious as Jin Bing
"Well done!" Jin Bing's suppressed irritability eased slightly.
At this time, a tall figure pushed the door open and walked in.
Bullseye ignored everyone present and walked straight up to Kingpin, bent down, and whispered a few words into his ear.
After hearing what Bullseye said, the expression on Kingpin's face suddenly disappeared, and his huge body stood up directly from the sofa.
He picked up the walking stick beside him and wiped the fist-sized crystal ball on the top of the walking stick with the blood-stained handkerchief.
Jin Bing walked directly to the bald man with his cane and looked at him with an unusually calm gaze.
"You know what Bullseye just told me?"
The bald man's legs couldn't help shaking, and he said with trembling lips: "No, I don't know!"
Kingpin patted his shoulder calmly, then raised his cane expressionlessly.
The next moment, Jin Bing's face became extremely ferocious, and he swung his cane hard at the bald man's temple.
One, two, three...
"You are useless. You didn't even know the warehouse was burned down."
The bald man fell to the ground after the first blow to the head, and blood splattered all over the face of the man with glasses next to him.
However, Jin Bing was not satisfied. He swung his cane wildly and whipped the corpse until he smashed the body on the ground into a pool of meat paste.
"Drag the body out and clean it up!"
Kingpin wiped the blood off his face, took a new white handkerchief from Bullseye beside him, wiped the head of his cane, and gave instructions to several people in the room.
These people acted as if they had been pardoned and handled the scene in a panic.
"Who did it? Have you found out?" Jin Bing came to the French window, overlooking the street downstairs, and asked Bullseye beside him.
"It's the vigilante who's been very active in Hell's Kitchen recently!" Bullseye put his hands in his pockets, revealing a row of throwing knives on his waist.
"Do you need me to deal with him?"
… …
The villa area where Tang’s Manor is located is in the wealthy area of New York. The environment is quiet and wooded. A few kilometers away are the towering commercial buildings and CBD.
It is lively yet elegant, a peaceful place in the midst of bustle.
The combination of convenience and tranquility naturally comes at a high price, and with every inch of land costing a lot of money, it is naturally not affordable for ordinary people to live there.
Just from the sight of mobile police cars every 15 minutes in this villa area, one can tell the status of the people living here.
After all, in a civilian community, even if you call the police, it is impossible for you to see a police car so quickly.
Tang Song was walking slowly on the tree-lined avenue in casual clothes. At this time, a black Mercedes-Benz sedan drove past him and stopped in front of the manor gate.
A man in a black suit got out of the driver's seat of the car, looked up at the gate of the manor, straightened his suit, and walked into the manor.
"Hello, sir, who are you looking for?"
Two bodyguards stopped the man outside the door.
"Hello, my name is Yuri, and I'm here to visit Mr. Tang!"
The man pointed at the gift in his hand and smiled at the two bodyguards.
"Yuri?" Tang Song had already walked behind the man.
"Boss!" The two bodyguards bowed to him hurriedly.
"You are Mr. Tang, I am Yuri Orlov!" The man quickly turned around and extended his hand towards Tang Song.
"Yuri Orlov, shouldn't it be Yuri Orlov?"
Tang Song looked at the extremely familiar face in front of him and stretched out his hand.
Yuri's smile remained unchanged: "As an arms dealer, I have many identities. Mr. Tang knows me by my former name. If you like, you can also call me Yuri!"
"Then Mr. Yuri, welcome to my humble abode, please come in!"
In the living room, the maid brought two cups of coffee.
Yuri got straight to the point and said, "Mr. Tang, I heard that my cousin had a conflict with you. Here is 10 million US dollars. I hope you can forgive my cousin for being so rude to you!"
Yuri pulled a Wells Fargo check from his bag and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.
"Your cousin, you mean Vigo!" Tang Song flicked the armrest of the sofa with his fingers. "I'm curious, how did you find this place?"
Yuri crossed his arms and said, "Mr. Tang, I have been in the arms business for a long time. I can see all the large arms deals in the world.
A few days ago, a batch of AK47s were sold to the Middle East. The goods came from New York, but the actual shipping location was a warehouse in the Far East. It was an arms warehouse in Vigo before! "
"Mr. Tang, those warehouses and Vigo's market are all yours. Here is 10 million US dollars! My uncle has only one son, and I just hope to bring him home!"