"I've caused trouble again. It's such a headache."
Dio watched the fire gradually grow in front of him, and then quickly disappeared into the night.
Before leaving, he gathered all the goods he could find together and set them on fire.
Although he speculated that there must be a more powerful force behind this group of people, since they had done it, they had to do it thoroughly. Anyway, there was not even a camera around, and he could not be suspected. Naturally, someone else would take over the mess.
Do good deeds, no need to leave a name, please call me Red Scarf!
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Although it was late at night, bustling New York still exuded a different kind of charm.
At this moment, a huge figure wearing a baggy bathrobe and holding a glass of red wine was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the entire city.
If you look closely, you will find that the huge body hidden in his pajamas is not covered with fat, but extremely strong muscles, which makes people wonder whether he can kill someone with one punch.
Now should have been his rest time, but apparently, his rest was disturbed by some not-so-good news.
"What is the damage?"
The man in a suit standing behind him didn't bother to wipe the sweat off his forehead and said very respectfully, "The loss is not small. Gil took the initiative and didn't distribute the goods to other bases in time, so a quarter of the goods sent to Washington this month were burned."
"Have you found the reason?"
"According to our personnel in the Washington Police Department, the fire was clearly man-made, and someone nearby said they heard faint gunshots. Although the autopsy report has not yet come out, it has been determined to be homicide. It is said that everyone's death was horrific. It is speculated that the murderer should be a master with great strength and good fighting skills."
"Where's Jill?"
"He is also dead. His body has been found at the scene."
"I remember that he seemed to have a beautiful and virtuous wife and a pair of well-behaved twin daughters?"
"yes... ... "
The person behind him trembled all over and buried his head deeper.
"He has such a happy family but he still keeps mistresses outside. Sigh... Send them down to reunite with their whole family. Oh, and don't leave those mistresses behind. Maybe they are truly in love with Jill."
The man behind him responded with a dry mouth and sweat on his face.
Naturally, someone had to take responsibility for the huge loss this time, but Jill was killed, and this was obviously not enough to quell the anger of "that person", so all those who had close ties with Jill were in big trouble.
"Go out and do your job. I'll give you three days to find this person and bring him to me. If you can't do it, since you've been with me for so long, please arrange for your family to leave."
The man behind him felt his legs go weak and he immediately knelt on the ground, trembling all over. However, the huge figure in front of him never changed his mind.
One minute later, the man in the suit, who was kneeling on the ground, left with a deathly pale face.
If he fails to find the person and bring him back within three days, Jill will be his fate. Even if he arranges for his family to leave, he will still be caught back in the end. That "mercy" will only be a more horrible punishment!
As for running away, or betrayal
This idea did not exist from the beginning, only because the man had a name that made the entire American underworld tremble in fear.
Many people call him... Kingpin!
His hegemony spreads all over the world, and the United States is his base camp. Almost 40% of criminal activities in the United States are caused by him. Just destroying a drug processing plant, stopping a smuggling case, and arresting some gangsters are likely to touch his majesty. He is the underworld king here!
"This night full of crime... is so beautiful."
He drank the scarlet wine in one gulp...
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On the other side, Dio, who didn't know he had stirred up a hornet's nest, was still worrying about a car. Just now, when he realized that there might be bigger troubles waiting for him later, he immediately gave up the idea of stealing a car and leaving. Doing so would be tantamount to exposing himself completely. He was not that stupid.
Just when he began to consider whether he should sacrifice his looks to be the lady's car to go to the hotel to play some games, a car squeaked and stopped as it passed by him.
"Where are you going, handsome?"
Oh, this damn charm!
"I'm going to... Jessica?"
It's not an insult!
It was when Dio opened the car door that he noticed that the woman chatting with him in the car looked very familiar. It was Jessica, the female elite who had left a deep impression on him!
"It's been a while since we last met. Can I call you Dio? Come on in the car!"
Dio was surprised to meet someone he knew unexpectedly, so he got into the car happily.
"It's been a while since we last met. Why are you here?"
"Here? My family's company is in Washington, and my home is here too. But why did you end up here? Isn't the restaurant closed?"
After the car started, the two began a lively conversation.
Only then did Dior realize that Jessica's family business was mainly in Washington, and had only gradually shifted its focus to New York in recent years. In addition, Jessica went to college in New York, so she simply chose to work here. This time she came back to deal with some business matters, and also to come back to see her sister.
Although her sister healed the ugly scars on her back with the help of Dior, a person's character cannot be changed easily, so her sister still often stays alone and is unwilling to contact other people. Her best friend is still the white Bichon Frise.
Dio still clearly remembered the name, Snowball. The two of them almost became rivals. The scene at that time was somewhat funny and somewhat heartwarming.
"Don't just talk about me, talk about you. How come Mr. Dior, the future giant in the catering industry, who aims to become the richest man in the world, comes here alone, and looks... homeless?" Jessica is usually the kind of person who keeps strangers away, but at this moment, she keeps smiling for some reason.
"Oh, it's hard to explain. Someone didn't pay after dinner, so I came here specifically to collect the debt." Dio said as he patted the box in his hand.
"It seems that despite the twists and turns in the process, you have finally succeeded in the end."
"Haha, there is no one in this world who can default on my debt!" Dio waved his hands, not feeling proud at all.
"So what now? Where are you going? It's so late, you don't want me to take you back to New York?"
This is of course best...
Even a man as thick-skinned as Dio didn't have the nerve to say it out loud.