Manhattan, New York.

Hell's Kitchen, 36 blocks.

In the warehouse with the roller shutter ajar, three or five men with large flower arms are moving cardboard boxes to the car.

The cardboard box was tightly sealed with duct tape, and each corner was wrapped in several layers back and forth, so it looked like there would be no problem even if it was thrown into the water.

"Hey... Have you heard? Somebody wants to buy this place?"

"Ha, it looks like we're going to have a free house. ”

"We're good people, and if the new landlord arrives, remember to treat him well, and maybe negotiate the rent. ”

While moving goods, several people sneered and laughed about how to make a good people, and held a special welcome ceremony for the new landlord when he arrived.

Squeak......

The half-open roller shutter was suddenly opened, and the sunlight shone in from the outside, making several people in the warehouse only feel a pain in their eyes, and they closed and scolded in some pain: "FK, which bastard is it, are you looking for death?"

Click!

The sound of a shotgun loading sounded, which is not unfamiliar to anyone, and the most tempting thing about my grandfather's family from childhood to adulthood was to go hunting in the forest with him, an experience that has occurred in more than 90% of families.

"Damn bastards, who the hell are you?" eyes had adjusted to the light outside, and a row of mafiosi with double-barreled shotguns in their hands came into view.

"Your contract has expired, get out of here with your goods, lawyer... It's your turn. "A strong man with tattoos all over his body, even on his bald head, stood in front of several people, and the impression was as if he was seeing a mountain.

"Ahem. A lawyer in a cheap suit stepped forward, the surface of the briefcase in his hand peeling as if it had been gnawed by a rat.

In the United States, whether you are rich or poor, even if you are a homeless person, you will inevitably deal with a lawyer, and if you can't afford it, the government will appoint it for you, and if you have any problems, you can go to the prosecutor's office or an agency that provides legal aid for help.

The shabby-looking lawyer, who had come on behalf of the landlord, was about to forget that he still had the property when someone came to his door and said he wanted to buy it.

For the landlord, this matter was like pie in the sky, and he picked up a sum of money for nothing, so he signed the contract on the spot, and after completing the transaction, he found a cheap lawyer to inform the other party about the transfer of property rights.

Just a routine notice, a few words, any lawyer can do it.

"I am the lawyer representing Mr. Madsen, and I am here today to inform you that the ownership of this land has been sold to the Midtown Renovation and Redevelopment Company, and you ......."

The lawyer finished his task and left the place with his battered briefcase.

Who doesn't know that the daimyo of Hell's Kitchen is in New York, and neither side seems to be good people, and there is a possibility of a fight at any time, and he doesn't want to be hit by a stray bullet.

No one cared about the lawyer who ran away, his task had been completed, several people in the house looked at each other, and said in a deep voice: "This is the territory of Black Duck, if you want money, you don't need to worry about the rent, we are here to ......"

Bang.

The sturdy man raised his shotgun and smashed the butt of the gun on the opponent's head, and the opponent staggered backwards, and his body staggered to a halt.

"FK..."Seeing that the little brothers who were beaten by the boss were about to pull out the guns behind their backs, the mafia members standing at the door grinned and pulled the trigger while rushing forward.

............

As early as when he handed over this matter to Nuki, Li Zitao clearly knew that bloodshed was inevitable.

The last thing that is lacking in Hell's Kitchen is outlaws, and if you want these people to be obedient and get out, how can you do it with just one mouth.

However, Li Zitao still underestimated the methods of the mafia, 18 people in 3 days, and the gunfire was as lively in Hell's Kitchen as a New Year's cannonball.

The New York police are being turned into being enemies, investigating what happened, and there is speculation that a new round of gang fighting is about to begin.

Corner of 46th Street and Madison Avenue in Manhattan, The Ritz-Carlton.

One of the most luxurious hotels in the United States, comparable to Waldorf Astoria, and the level of service is much more intimate, which is one of Li Zitao's choices for staying.

"Even if there is a problem, can't they solve it in a different way, or take it somewhere else to solve it, and let them be quiet?"

Sitting on the spacious and comfortable goose down sofa, Li Zitao looked at Paul who was bound in front of him and bowed his head waiting for instructions, and said with some interest.

"Boss, those people are just superficially listening to my orders, but what to do when they get into trouble or what to do... Why don't you use our people?"

Paul was very aggrieved in his heart, the damn mafia would only cause him trouble, and he waited a long time before he had a chance to follow the boss again.

Now it's an opportunity to reassert his own worth, but because of the recklessness of those people, the boss is dissatisfied: "These damn butchers deserve to go to hell." ”

"Forget it, I'll call Nuki personally... In addition, provide them with a batch of M1911A1, let them be quiet, I will pay for medical expenses if someone is injured. ”

With a casual wave of his hand to signal him to leave, Li Zitao grabbed the phone and dialed Nuki's number, and re-discussed the issue of 'demolition method' with him.

Although there is a mafia in front of him, in the end, Hell's Kitchen will fall into the hands of him, Jonathan and Tronny, which is not clear to tell others that it is his own instructions.

Whoever is the beneficiary, a fool can see that it is impossible for the mafia to be idle and have nothing to do, and go to Hell's Kitchen to find someone to practice gun duels, right?

After Nuki promised to let the people below keep a low profile as much as possible, Li Zitao hung up the phone, and there was a 'whooshing' sound of water fluctuating in the bathroom.

After a while, Celia, who was wearing shallow pajamas, walked out of the room, her wet hair scattered behind her, her delicate body looming under her pajamas, and a pair of smooth and charming long legs walked slowly with catwalks.

"You little goblin, are you tempting me?"

"Say, you damn bastard. Celia, who was still charming and charming one second, turned into a shrew and rushed over to sit on top of him the next second, buried her head in his shoulder, opened her mouth and bit it down fiercely.

"It hurts..."Li Zitao shouted with a face full of 'pain', if he could put away the smile when the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, this performance would be more real.

"Does it hurt? What can you do, do you dare? You useless Bichi..."Celia said as she tore at the pajamas on her chest, the shallow material easily torn into long strips.

"Bichi, it looks like you need to train well, FK... Get out of here, Bichi ......" Vulgar invat and choking rang out in the room.

The bodyguards at the door looked at each other, took a few steps forward with a strange expression, and said to themselves, "Or the boss can play, what is this?

Will play and play, the two bodyguards considered whether to go to the club next time to find a lady to experience it for themselves.