I'm a detective in the world of beautiful movies
The long dining table, which is ten meters long, is filled with rich dishes, and there are men and women sitting on both sides. The women are all beautiful, but the men are all thick and thick, with swollen faces and tattoos on their necks and arms, which makes them look particularly mismatched.
Moreover, all the men had gloomy faces and no smiles on their faces. They held the female companions next to them in their arms and groped vigorously. And those women, even though they had stiff smiles on their faces, could not hide their fear and nervousness at all.
In such a depressing and weird atmosphere, a middle-aged fat man sitting at the head of the dining table stood up, holding a wine glass and said with a forced smile: "Come on, everyone, pick up your wine glasses and welcome my cute little nephew Shoupska again." Bailey, welcome him to New York on behalf of my beloved brother."
With a cynical smile on his face, Hupus stood up, raised his glass high, and shouted: "To the great Gabriel family"
His words did not elicit much reaction, only sparse applause and weak clinking of glasses.
Hupus didn't feel embarrassed. He took the wine glass, walked to the middle-aged fat man, and said with a smile: "My dearest uncle, seeing that you are okay, my father is relieved."
The middle-aged fat man laughed a few times: "Thank you for your concern, patriarch. Please go back and convey it to him so that he can rest in peace and recover. Leave the United States to me, absolutely no problem."
"Leave it to you, my uncle, my father's brother, of course the old man is relieved." Hupus said with a very innocent smile, "When I was young, you loved me the most, what do I want? You will get it for me, so"
The middle-aged fat man's eyes lit up and he smiled: "My little nephew, if you want anything, ask as soon as possible, and I will give it to you, uncle."
Hupps directly reached out and took out a bunch of car keys from the fat man's jacket pocket: "Maserati's latest model, uncle, can I drive it?"
"Of course." The fat man breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand generously, "I'll give it to you."
"That's so embarrassing."
Hupus smiled and put the car keys into his pocket. But when he took his hand out of his pocket, he was holding a small dagger.
Without any warning, the uncle and nephew who were chatting and laughing just now were now splattered with blood.
Hupus grabbed the fat man's hair, stabbed the dagger into the fat man's neck, and then cut it to the side with all his strength.
The fat man stared blankly at his nephew, his eyes full of disbelief, his mouth made a "gurgling" sound, and blood spurted out from his slit throat.
The bloody scene frightened everyone. The women trembled and bit their handkerchiefs hard to prevent themselves from screaming. The men's faces were ashen, and some of them wanted to draw their guns, but were immediately stopped by the people around them.
Silent glances passed between each other, as if in an instant, everyone had tacitly agreed to remain silent, quietly watching their boss die.
Hupus, half of his body covered in blood, turned to look left and right. Seeing that no one was resisting, he thought they were all suppressed by his vicious methods, so he couldn't help laughing.
While taking off his bloody clothes, he snapped his fingers: "Drag this old guy out, he dared to betray my brother, and my brother has become a madman now. I really think we can't do it in Mexico." Do you know this?"
Hupus's only confidant stepped forward and whispered: "Master, you should have said hello to me in advance. It is too dangerous."
Hupus patted his men on the shoulders carelessly and said with a wild smile: "What are you afraid of, Bossy, from now on, New York is ours."
With that said, he took out his car keys from his bloody clothes and walked out.
Bo Xi hurriedly said: "Master, where are you going?"
"Going for a ride, of course."
"You've been drinking, why don't you do it some other time?"
"What are you afraid of? Who dares to control me in New York now?"
Seeing Hupus walking out in three steps, Bosie sighed helplessly and shouted to the other subordinates assigned by the family: "You clean up, I will follow the young master."
After Bossi left, the men in the room couldn't help but sneer, including the thugs who followed from Mexico.
"He really takes himself as a person. If the superiors hadn't said hello in advance, who would have paid any attention to him."
"He's a country bumpkin who still thinks New York is Mexico and can do whatever he wants. I bet he won't be able to come back this time."
In front of the ex-boss, who was still staring at death, laughter erupted around the dinner table.
Hupps roared out of the hotel in his brand-new sports car, and Bosie followed closely in the car. Not long after they left, a classic Mustang parked on the side of the road opposite the hotel.
While checking his pistol, Wick said angrily: "You held your gun against me because of your quarrel."
"What do you mean it was just a quarrel between the two of us?" Smith said anxiously, "Jane exploded just after entering the bathroom. This must have been premeditated."
Wick rolled his eyes helplessly: "Brother, I thought you were very smart before. Why have you become so stupid now? I ask you, did anyone else escape before the bathroom exploded?"
Smith nodded.
"Then how did they know there was a bomb and run out in advance?"
Wick looked at Smith as if he were an idiot.
Smith opened his mouth and said blankly: "Yeah, how did they know?"
"If you ask me, do you know whether I can guess it?"
Seeing Smith's idiotic look, Wick wanted to kick Smith out of his car.
Smith suddenly became excited: "They can all find it, so Jane can also find it, so she must be fine."
Wick sighed: "Why can't you figure it out? Your wife might have set off the bomb herself."
"Why"
Smith became stunned again.
"A woman's heart is in trouble. It's okay to be awkward, or it's just to scare you." Wick shook his head, "Anyway, Jane must be fine. Most likely, she has gone home. I'm waiting for you to give you a surprise when you return. .”
"Okay, I'm going home right now."
Smith was about to open the door and get out of the car, but suddenly frowned and said, "I don't have a car, please take me back."
"Get out of here," Wick yelled angrily, "Can't you see I'm working?"
Smith curled his lips: "You are about to retire, why are you still so serious about doing it, just for the last pot of gold?"
Wick snorted: "This is my last job before retirement."
"My last job is to let us two kill each other, that group of companies that have been condemned by God, Fa Ke and others."
Smith cursed a few times and looked at Wick: "What is your job?"
Wick pointed to the storage box, and Smith opened it and opened his mouth: "Oh, Shet, there are so many."
He pulled out the pile of documents and read them roughly, his eyebrows knitted together: "You are the leader of almost all gangs in New York, Wick. The company is going to kill you."
Wick said calmly: "It's funny, the company originally wanted me to assassinate Xie Lun."
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