"This is Andre Irving, the leader of the Shark Gang." Joshua's tone was full of murderous intent. "He is from Ireland. He lived in Detroit when he was a child. Both his parents died when he was seven years old. He only had a grandmother to support him. He started selling drugs at the age of five and arms at the age of eighteen. Then his business grew bigger and bigger, and he was eventually taken under the wing of the Morgan family and became a loyal dog of the Morgan family. "
The other party's information was recited casually. From this, we can see how much trouble Joshua has with this person. "The other party is very cunning. Any sign of trouble can run faster than a rabbit. My killer has assassinated him four times." Failure, I hope you succeed.”
"No one I want to kill survives past the next day." The strange man sneered. "As for the reward, just deduct it from the foundation's bill."
Joshua was stunned, "Isn't this your private work? If you do that, wouldn't you get the money?"
"Eternal loyalty to the foundation is my only code of conduct." However, the strange man showed a solemn look, "Believe me, even if it is not me this time, others will make the same choice as me. You will never You will understand how great the foundation really is.”
Joshua nodded with a complicated expression, "In that case, I won't say anything more. The other party's security is no less strict than mine. If you need my assistance..."
"No," the strange man interrupted the other person's words directly, "You only need to watch tomorrow's morning newspaper. This ends today's conversation. I look forward to the day when I see you again."
As he spoke, a gust of breeze blew through the window, and Joshua's eyes blurred. He blinked subconsciously, but when he saw the interior of the room again, the man's figure had disappeared from the room as if it had evaporated.
Joshua looked complicated and fell completely silent.
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After leaving the Williams family's manor, Zhang Heng had a peaked cap and a mask in his hand. He silently put the two items on his head and walked silently towards Wilwuch Street.
Soon, it was late at night.
Miami is a world-famous city that never sleeps. It was once the city with the highest murder rate in the United States. It was also a city of arms and drugs. Drugs from South America flowed into the United States from Miami. The huge drug trade brought endless vitality to Miami. High-end apartments, hotels, luxury nightclubs, these gold-selling dens have sprung up in the city. At the same time, endless gang fights and violent crimes have followed, and it has only improved a lot in the past 10 years.
At this time, Zhang Heng took a shortcut and crossed into a black street in the suburbs of Miami. This road was named Martin Luther King Avenue by the black people here. Martin Luther King was a black civil rights leader who once delivered the famous speech " "I Have a Dream", after leading the American Civil Rights Movement, he was regarded as a leader by black people across the United States. Many black communities petitioned to name the main road in their community Martin Luther King Boulevard.
Later, Martin Luther King Boulevard became a social phenomenon in the United States.
Places where black people gather are always closely related to violence, drugs, gangs, and crime. It is not unreasonable for black people in the United States to have a crime rate of 70% in the United States.
The houses on this road are dilapidated, and both sides are filled with drunkards and tattooed gang members. Some even swagger through the street with guns. Even the police do not dare to come here alone to investigate the case.
Looking at the situation on both sides of the road, Zhang Heng couldn't help but think of a well-known joke in the United States: What should you do if a friend calls you and asks you, "I'm lost on Martin Luther King Boulevard?" You should answer without hesitation: Run away!
However, the arrival of Zhang Heng, a new face, also attracted the attention of many people. Three black men wearing hip-hop attire and covered with chains were pointing behind Zhang Heng and speaking slang of unknown meaning. One of them was obviously The underage black youth wanted to step forward as he spoke, but was pulled by another black man. Several people looked at Zhang Heng with malicious intent and followed Zhang Heng from a distance of seven to eight meters. .
Zhang Heng frowned and simply walked towards a dark alley next to him. The three black men behind him were overjoyed and followed in a few steps. Within a few seconds, a shrill scream could be heard in the alley. The cry was hoarse and shrill, but it only sounded half of the sound. It was like a duck that was suddenly strangled by the neck, and the sound stopped suddenly!
Half a minute later, Zhang Heng walked out of the alley again, without any expression on his face, and continued walking forward.
When Zhang Heng left, a young man who secretly saw all this came over. He glanced at Zhang Heng shakenly, rolled his eyes, and suddenly turned into an alley quickly, but not even a few seconds had passed. , the young man suddenly screamed, crawled out in a mess, and kept vomiting at the same time, as if he had seen some extremely terrifying scene...
Next, no one bothered Zhang Heng. Soon Zhang Heng crossed the black area and came to Wilwucci Street where the target was located. He silently calculated the location of No. 53. Zhang Heng took a look and said, Then walked to the left.
This is the suburban area of Miami, relatively close to the inland. There are only scattered passers-by and vehicles whizzing by. After walking for about ten minutes, a parking lot with a large number of luxury cars came into view. A pot-bellied man walked out with a gorgeous blonde girl in his arms. The man looked drunk and kept shouting something, while the woman had a enchanting look on her face. The two of them passed by Zhang Heng, smelling of alcohol. Finally walked into a Ferrari car.
Zhang Heng stood on the sidewalk and looked towards the end of the parking lot, only to see several large neon characters flashing in the lonely night in the suburbs.
ShBoom-Night-Club.
This is the name of No. 23, Wilwurch Street, a nightclub opened in the suburbs. At the door of the nightclub, Zhang Heng can still see two security guards in suits and ties standing outside the door, maintaining the safety of the nightclub.
"Your Excellency, Commander, according to the GPS positioning of your mobile phone, you are now less than fifty meters away from the target." At this moment, Yuehua's reminder came from the Bluetooth headset on his ear.
"I understand." Zhang Heng replied calmly, "Can you hack the surveillance inside?"
"Sorry, the other party's surveillance system is not connected to the Internet, so I cannot control it."
Zhang Heng said nothing more. He pushed down the brim of his peaked cap, and walked past the door of the nightclub like a passerby.
The two security guards glanced at Zhang Heng casually, then turned back and didn't care anymore.