Lincoln Tunnel, New York.

A 68-year-old Mustang with a plain front face, a rear triple light hatchback shape, fiery red and white water lines, the rear wheels are smoky, and the built-in V8 engine provides surging power for the engine, and the tires grip the ground and make a deafening roar in place.

In the driver's seat of the car, a blonde white man wearing brown goggles, with a beige cashmere scarf tied around his neck, stepped on the accelerator and stepped on the brake with one foot, his legs trembled from time to time as if spasms, his lips opened and closed very quickly, he chewed the gum in his mouth quickly, looked at the snake-like squirming traffic in front of the car, his eyes were full of impatience, and he cursed quietly.

In a parallel SUV, a little girl wearing a Santa hat and carved pink jade in the back seat was alarmed by the roar, lying on the back window, looking at the wild horse with big watery eyes.

The white young man in the driver's seat put his arm on the window of the car, shook his head and found a small peeping eye on the side, immediately reached out to brush his hair, pulled his index finger and lowered his sunglasses slightly, first showed a charming smile to the little girl in the car, and then glared at him viciously.

"Wow!" The little girl, who was only two or three years old, was stunned by the little face she stared at, and her little hands were blindfolded, and she shrank back crying.

The white youth succeeded in his prank, smiled triumphantly, and raised the window to block the cordial greeting of the little girl's mother.

Jack. Kelly, when he was a student, entered the William Hill telephone department for an internship, a week later he was transferred to a center without a center in the headquarters, and was promoted to senior analyst the next month, and was arrested by the British police for illegally stealing customer information for external trading three months later, and withdrew the lawsuit after a private settlement with the company, and was forced to drop out of Cambridge Trinity College and leave the country, and returned to China to co-found Kelly Brothers with his brother McKelly.

He is handsome and charming in appearance and personable, originally a famous playboy on Broadway, and now a dense phobia.

Little Kelly is very irritable, when he thinks of New York, when he thinks of Wall Street, he is very disgusting, he used to live well on the West Coast, the pleasant cool climate around the Mediterranean all year round, comparable to the charming coast of Palm Beach, blue sky and clear water, the girl who can smell the sun, and the dog walker who passes by always has a kind smile on his face.

And damn New York, the Big Apple has long been rotten, there is a bad smell everywhere, the street is a zombie face of the walking dead, indifferent and hurried, once you meet a New Yorker who separates male and female lovers on the plane, before the plane lands, call God, and don't want to let the New Yorker change his seat, the arrogant expression is like the clown has to wear an exaggerated mask again, which is disgusting.

New York, Manhattan, Wall Street, the cold and cramped almost suffocated him.

The only person in this ghost place who can have an emotional connection with him is his brother, and he will never refuse his brother's request, just as his brother will never refuse him.

So, he still came, but he had to endure the nausea of this ghost place and not let himself vomit.

A ray of sunlight sprinkled on the front of the car, the tunnel exit was in sight, little Kelly found a gap, stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared, and jumped out of the wrong way in violation of regulations, ignoring the windows and countless middle fingers that had been lowered on the side, and walked away with a trail of green smoke from the rear of the car......

Eures Building.

Little Kelly arrived at the familiar building, but his eyes were confused.

The Kelly Brothers rented three offices on the twenty-third floor, but he walked out of the elevator door that stopped on the twenty-first floor.

Because this is also the territory of Kelly Brothers.

A whole floor, no, the nameplate downstairs says it's a full three.

The hurried professional men and women in the corridor, the rows of plastic empty buckets placed against the wall, and the employees who take a break from time to time walk in and out of the separated pantry with coffee, all show the company's prosperity.

A desk was abruptly placed on the side of the straight corridor, and behind the table, a sturdy security guard in a dark black uniform found a stranger wandering in place after coming out of the elevator, and immediately used the pager on his shoulder to notify the monitoring room, and got up and walked over.

"Sir, how can I help you?" The sturdy security guard walked over and asked.

Jack Kelly looked up when he heard the sound, but did not answer the security guard's question, but looked around attentively, and noticed something unusual, the window was obviously equipped with a absorbing layer and a soft cover with wires, which can prevent long-range detection and fluctuating eavesdropping, there are buzzer alarms on the wall every other section, and the guard device is completely invisible, but he can see the fiber optic filter hub box that he is very familiar with in the UK, and once the phone is connected, the extension of the serial line can be locked immediately.

Looking up and seeing one of the several cameras in the corner of the wall slowly turning in this direction, little Kelly couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of spit and muttered to himself: "Mike robbed the underground vault of the Federal Reserve Bank?" ”

In the heart of Manhattan, where every inch of land is at a premium, renting a whole three-story building, not to mention the salary of filling up the staff, is very considerable, and this is not counting the installation of this set of double defense systems that is no less than that of William Hill, and he does not think that selling point bonds can afford such an expense.

"Sir?" The security guard stared coldly at little Kelly.

Little Kelly took out his driver's license, showed the name on it to the security guard, then waved at the surveillance camera, and pointed to the nameplate of the Kelly Brothers company on the wall: "No need to report, I'll go up by myself." ”

"Mr. Kelly will be pleasantly surprised, little Mr. Kelly." The security guard looked down at the name on the book, his cold face immediately thawed, and he said to little Kelly with a smile on his face.

Little Kelly nodded with a smile, patted the security guard's shoulder, asked the other party's name, and waited for the security guard to solemnly report his name before turning around to say goodbye, simply not waiting for the elevator, entering through the entrance of the fire staircase on the side, and walking along the stairs towards the twenty-third floor.

When I arrived at the original site of the company upstairs, I happened to meet Kelly's company's veteran, the former company's operator, and the current senior deputy director of the telephone department, Quillin, under the leadership of an old acquaintance, walked all the way to the conference room unimpeded.

Before he approached the conference room, there was a roar, and little Kelly made a silent gesture to Quirin on the side, and quietly walked over with some mysterious plots, peeking in through the half-open doorway.

I was startled at first glance, in the messy conference room, there were all kinds of papers on the table, and on the crooked chairs, there were all well-dressed beasts, full of formal clothes, meticulous hairstyles, and the briefcases that I carried with me, the brown bags were Jews, and the black ones might be my own people, and I didn't have the temperament of a stockbroker at first glance, and I could smell a scumbag smell from a long distance, and they must be all lawyers, a group of devil spokesmen.

“… This is a crime, a flagrant violation of our right to freedom granted by the Declaration of Independence! "Big Kelly, standing on one side of the curved table, like a rooster in battle, was holding his head a little bald, and roaring violently.

Probably feeling unable to accurately express the anger in his heart, Big Kelly made an astonishing move with his thigh raised in the stunned eyes of a group of lawyers below, took off his shoes like Khrushchev, slammed the table while carrying leather shoes, and yelled: "This is a war, the loser will have nothing, not only material, everything that the sages gave us spiritually will be gone, completely desecrated by the Ministry of Justice raised by the son of a bitch, the SEC is an accomplice, our Trojan horse, this ......"

"Ahem!" A man in black sitting next to him clenched his fists and coughed a few times.

"Oh, well, I admit that my opinion of the committee is a bit biased and inappropriate, and I'll leave it open until the results of the internal hearing are in, but, DOJ, this son of a bitch ......" Big Kelly jumped three feet tall and continued to stand on tiptoe and curse.

The following group of lawyers are watching their employer's shameless performance with a completely sluggish expression, and they finally understand why when it comes to shamelessness, lawyers have to be in the back row, what is the Bar Association Committee, there are Wall Street bastards at the bottom, who dares to fight for the first place.

"Sir, Mr. Kelly!" A middle-aged lawyer picked up a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he couldn't stand it anymore, and collapsed: "We all serve the U.S. Department of Justice." ”

"No, you're in the service of the U.S. Constitution." Big Kelly's eyes puffed out, very angry, "To hell with the Department of Justice." ”

The old lawyer with an orange peel face raised his hand slightly calmly, and asked, "What about before it sees the hell, Mike, what are you going to do with them?" ”

"Joe, you idiot, if I knew how to send them to hell, it wouldn't be my turn to write you a check." Big Kelly pouted, very unhappy that his old fellow was asking such an idiotic question.

There was a buzz below, but no one was surprised by Big Kelly's outrageous remarks, they all ate in the same trough, who didn't know who, and the arguments were all about how to resolve the lawsuit investigation jointly initiated by the Department of Justice and the SEC.

"Drain their budget!"

A clear voice sounded from outside the door, and the room was quiet, and they all looked towards the door, and saw a fashionable young man walking briskly towards the curved table, and hugged Big Kelly, who showed a happy look.

"Jack, I'm glad you haven't died on alcohol and women's bellies, the West is so strange, Hollywood is fun?" The old lawyer, who was called Joe, smiled and said hello to little Kelly.

"Where money rings, we will only follow our baton and play familiar music." Little Kelly greeted a few familiar faces below.

A group of Wall Street lawyers laughed below, and even the SEC commissioners who were listening on the side couldn't help but shake their heads and laugh.

"Jack Bunny, tell me what you think." A young lawyer who was close to Kelly Jr., and was also less than thirty years old, spoke loudly.

Little Kelly had already received some general instructions from Quilin, and had already judged in his heart, and when he saw that his old friend below had prompted him to obtain the right to the microphone, he immediately coughed lightly and said with a smile: "Hey, Danny, look at your current appearance, it seems that you are ready to drive Uncle Dewey home from the office and forcibly retire, you natural conspirator, usurper." ”

Danny laughed, and his affection for his old friend Xiaojie deepened a little.