Wesley on the other end of the phone frowned: "Boss?"
He doesn't think it's a good thing that smiling faces are too powerful.
The man looked at the snowy night sky, and said in a deep voice, "Go and watch the transfer plan yourself, and the speed should be accelerated. For the time being, don't worry about this smiling man."
Wesley was surprised: "What? Then our business..."
The corner of the man's mouth curled up: "If the smiling man dies, everything will remain the same. Then if the killers are all wiped out, how will the people at the Continental Hotel and the high table react?"
Wesley realized as soon as he turned his head: "They must go all out to track down this smiling man, otherwise their strength will be continuously questioned?"
Man: "Nearly a hundred hard-core killers can't kill a smiling man. Does the Continental Hotel still have the reputation of "the strongest"? This is not a matter of a little money, which is more conducive to our completion of the transfer plan."
Wesley agreed in his heart: "Understood, boss."
Man: "You go to work." javasript:
Having said that, he still couldn't help adding: "You can leave New York now, go to Boston or Philadelphia, and don't stay here anymore. This time the Continental Hotel has suffered a big loss, and it is very likely that it will be obtained from Damico's wife. Check the real bounty offerer, and remember to clean up your hands. We don't need to enter 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, the phone in his hand was dialed out like water, quickly arranging various affairs.
He will not question the judgments and decisions of his boss.
In less than ten years, this boss has been regarded as the mastermind by the dark forces in the United States, and has won the honorary title of "Golden Binding".
All of this is not purely due to force, but more because his boss's brain is far superior to those gangsters.
Now, there is no small loss in moving ahead with planning.
But at the same time, it is worthwhile to kill the Continental Hotel and the Smiley Man, and further increase the success rate of the transfer plan.
If it were another gang leader, he would definitely be attached to the territory and business, and would fight to the death with the smiley man as soon as his brain got hot.
Jin Bin has already extended his tentacles into other industries.
The illegal business here in New York can reduce the power's income by 20%, but it is not enough to shake its foundation.
And 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.
At that time, they can indirectly affect the Continental Hotel.
In the end, whether to swallow this powerful hostile force or allow it to fight and bleed with the smiling man is just a matter of thought.
They can advance and retreat or defend, and they can even stand in the safe auditorium and watch the beast fighting performance of the two sides with a smile.
With that in mind, Wesley boarded the private jet.
In front of the cabin door, he still turned to look at the familiar New York night scene.
Under the scattered snowflakes, New York at night seems to be shrouded in a tragic atmosphere.
Wesley couldn't help feeling a little melancholy, and sighed softly: "I'll be back, just wait, New York!"
After saying that, he no longer hesitated, and strode into the cabin.
A few minutes later, the private jet lifted off and headed for Boston.
…
In Mire Park, fierce battle is in full swing.
Wade kept swearing at people.
Fortunately, the V-suit has a voice-blocking function, so he was not discovered by these endless trash talks.
Well, he rarely goes unnoticed these days.
After the first few minutes of appetizers, the battle between him and the Killers quickly heated up.
Both sides have roughly estimated the strength level of the other side.
The killer group was sure that their superiority in numbers was unshakable. The biggest problem was that they should not become the funeral object of this smiling man before he died.
Wade was shot seven or eight bullets all over his body, and 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 Dalmatians.
It's just that Dalmatians have black and white flowers, and the "flowers" on his body should turn blue and black when he gets home.
But thinking of the remaining 2.5 million final payment, Wade was full of energy.
What is a Dalmatians in human form! Five million can make countless people want to be dogs but fail.
Moreover, he is not alone.
Born as a mercenary, he had already discovered that someone was secretly killing the killer after he was killed in the hail of bullets.
Although he didn't know why those killers didn't notice this situation, Wade knew it.
His combat level and combat intuition are at least two grades higher than the strongest of these killers, so he can be sure of this.
Several times when he was about to be surrounded to death, the auxiliary system would send a reminder to mark an escape route for him.
Just do it, and he'll escape again.
And on these routes, there were originally killers. Wade was extremely sure of this.
The auxiliary system is helping him keep an eye on the location of the killer around him at any time, record and remind him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold on for so long.
As soon as these escape routes appeared, some killers who had only fired shots along the way for less than ten seconds would disappear mysteriously, and loopholes would naturally appear in the encirclement.
If you can't notice the weirdness, then Wade's heart for being a mercenary must have grown to the asshole.
It was also for this reason that he never made up his mind and ran away decisively.
Wade is not stupid.
He already has 2.5 million in hand, but he has no idea of fighting to the death.
In order to complete the task, he can take risks, but he will not flee knowing that he must die.
The completion rate of task entrustment is meaningful to the living, not to the dead.
Just like what V said, you can live happily with Vanessa only if you have a life to live.
If he died, his future wife would be cheaper than other men.
On the other hand, the V-shaped battle uniform on his body also gave Wade a lot of confidence, and he even had the leisure to complain about those killers in the battle uniform.
It's a pity that his best ability of "Speaking Critical Strike" cannot be activated.
Luke, who has a deep understanding of his stinky mouth, never gave this bitch a chance to destroy v's beig, let alone turn v into the legendary neurotic chatterbox.
In addition to not being able to eat, the low-profile version of the V-shaped battle suit has no external voice system.
Tonight's Wade doesn't need to speak, he just needs to be a moving target dutifully.
…
While Wade was in pain and happiness, Luke silently recited doggerel in his heart: one, two, three, four, five, earning one thousand and five. Four, five, six, seven, eight, two thousand and eight.
These killers are all "fat and oily", and they are all at the level of small bosses.
Only when cleaning up someone who seemed to be a lookout, the system only gave forty experience points.
When Luke threw the opponent into the storage space, a thought flashed in his mind: This person is probably mainly engaged in intelligence and logistics support, so he doesn't have many lives in his hands!