With a heavy punch, Kingpin fell to the ground. But he quickly stood up unsteadily. He was very angry, and he still had countless ambitions that he had not yet fulfilled. Take control of the city, take control of the Hand, and gain access to the hidden power of the Hand. Become an emperor.
However, his great cause has not yet begun. It was here that he was knocked to the ground with a sap blow. He doesn't even know why all this is happening?
"Look at him Wesley. Your boss Mr. Wilson. A very strange man. When he was a child, his father died in a gang fight. Do you know what normal people would do? Most people will stay away from gangsters. Those who are determined will choose to become a policeman and clean up all the gangs they see.
But Mr. Wilson was different. He witnessed all that and then had a strange idea. He wants to be a gangster, the strongest gangster. There has always been an interesting saying in China. The ancient Chinese have always believed that those who can achieve great things are unique.
From this point of view, Mr. Wilson is obviously a different kind of person. He is a born bad guy. There is sinful blood flowing in his bones. In fact, what I am really curious about is, if I let him go now, will he aspire to be me? It's better to continue to work in his underworld. "
Jin Bin was so angry that he subconsciously wanted to refute. But Igor punched him in the throat. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
"You know? Mr. Wilson, if I don't exist, you will fulfill your wish and become the master of this city in the dark. How about it, is it very unpleasant? Is it very unwilling? But it doesn't matter to you. You're going to die soon. But before that, Mr. Wesley, you have one last chance."
"I promise you, I am willing to work for you." Wesley decisively gave up the last bit of room for bargaining. By this time he had already recognized Shen Yi's identity. The man at the helm of Umbrella is also the director of New York City's bioenergy promotion program. The other party did not make any cover-up, which means that nothing that happened here today will be leaked. Wesley knew exactly what this meant. He handled more than one such incident for Kingpin.
"Very well, Wesley. Go home now. Report to Umbrella tomorrow. The personnel department will prepare your contract. Igor, end this."
In Jin Bin's frightened and unwilling eyes, Igor broke his neck cleanly.
"Clean all traces thoroughly. We have another friend to visit tonight."
Just as the New York Police Department was struggling, another shocking case occurred. A murder occurred in a nightclub in Brooklyn. It is said that all the dead were killed by sharp swords. And the whole nightclub was set on fire. The bodies were unrecognizable.
There is no doubt that this incident once again fell on the Hand. And this time another person of great status died. Well-known New York City real estate businessman, Wilson.
"Boss, we have spread the news about the Hand. However, the New York police have never made any actual progress. The Hand's high-level connections have become active again. They have legally obstructed the police from handling the case in various aspects. Until now , the police didn’t catch any important person.”
"There is nothing we can do about it. The Hand has existed before the birth of the United States. How can the New York police fight against such a behemoth? But it doesn't matter, at least it can put some pressure on the Hand. Let them stop this period of time. Make trouble. Also, we can take the opportunity to make some profits first. Let’s start with the Rand Group.”
A building in New York City. This is the Meacham family property. However, it has not been open to the outside world many years ago. The building's elevators all use special biometric authentication. So no one knows what's going on at the top of the building.
And Harold Meacham lived here. The patriarch of the Meacham family has been here for a long time. Using a telephone, he remotely controlled his son, Ward, who ran Rand Enterprises. This may sound strange, but it's hardly news. Rich people always have some special hobbies.
But if I add another sentence, Harold is already dead. The whole style of painting has become more subtle. Yes, Harold died of cancer a few years ago. It's just that after his death, he was inexplicably resurrected. He later learned of the existence of the Hand. Learned about this mysterious organization, which holds the power to resurrect others.
Harold was of course swayed by the Hand. In fact, after Mr. Rand's death, the entire Rand Group was under the control of the Meacham family. And now, it's in the hands of the Hand.
Harold was stipulated not to leave the building without the company of the Hand. Not even able to leave the entire top floor. He did so. Harold knew how dangerous those Hand assassins were. They can always appear behind you silently from the shadows.
But tonight, something was a little unusual. Because the elevator door opened. I don't know if it's some weird habit, but everyone in the Hand never takes the main entrance. Besides Harold, only Ward can enter. But he didn't invite Ward tonight. And he believed that Ward would not take the initiative to enter this building.
Harold pulled out a pistol and cautiously approached the elevator door. But what he didn't expect was that the person who came had no cover at all. Just like that, he walked directly into the living room.
"Gentlemen, whoever you are? This is private property. You are in the wrong place."
"Private property? Does this place belong to you? Or does it belong to the masked guests outside the window?" Shen Yi's words made Harold's expression change drastically.
"Harold subconsciously looked up. He saw several corpses hanging outside the window. Looking at their clothes, they were the ninjas from the Hand who had been monitoring him before."
"You don't know who you have offended? They are very dangerous. You will kill me and my family." Harold suddenly panicked.
"Believe me, Mr. Harold. I know a lot more about those guys than you do. I know they are the Hand. I know they have a group of ninja killers running around in the dark. I know they are...resurrected. You. I also know that they have five leaders in total. So, do you have anything else to add?"
"...Who are you?"
"I think you recognize who I am. And it's obvious that we are here to help you. To help you get back into the sun."
"What do you want?" Harold's talent as a businessman made him know what he must pay.
"It's the same as the Hand. I need the Rand Group to work for me. But it's different. At least, I won't use a company with a market value of more than 20 billion to smuggle drugs."
