So many things happened in his own territory, which made his younger brothers panic, and Frank, who had no choice, had to decide to go back to New York early.

Although on the phone, he told his confidant Jimmy that he would fly back to New York in the early hours of the morning, and asked Jimmy to gather the brothers at 12 o'clock. But how could Frank, who is cunning and treacherous by nature, be careless at such a critical moment?

Who knows if Jimmy betrayed himself and took refuge with Wilson's bastard. You must know that on the surface, Wilson's forces are several times stronger than himself, and secretly he has united the terrifying hand and the meeting. It is possible that Jimmy will be coerced or bought.

Even if Jimmy is loyal to himself, he can't guarantee that one of his younger brothers has become Wilson's man. If they had known their details, they would have leaked their news to Wilson Fisk!

Frank himself is not the boss as soon as he debuts, he also followed others when he was young. Later, the boss was inexplicably killed by the opponent who came to the door. Others don't understand the Tao in it, so isn't he, the initiator, still unclear?

The truth is that he gave Jimmy the wrong flight, route, and time! By 8 a.m., he had already taken an overnight flight to Philadelphia. It took another two hours to take a car from Philadelphia to Hudson Wharf, personally met and appeased a group of cronies, which was regarded as stabilizing people's hearts and keeping the basics.

At the same time, he discussed with a group of younger brothers, and asked everyone to gather at the Frank Building 5 hours in advance, that is, at 7 o'clock tonight, so that he could deal with it calmly even if there were some changes!

After making arrangements, Frank took a nap in his safe house, had a big meal, took a shower, and changed into new clothes. At a quarter past six, he drove alone to his lair in high spirits!

Who knew that before he left the docklands, he was hit by a broken patrol motorcycle at the intersection of West 48th Street and Hudson River Boulevard. The limited edition Rolls-Royce Phantom of its own 800,000 US dollars has only been purchased for less than 2 months, and the tail paint has been scratched.

Frank's mood that had just been relieved was about to explode again!

In fact, George Stacy, the little patrolman, felt even more unlucky! A few days ago, at 4 or 5 o'clock in the morning, I went across the district to check the crime scene, how can I say that it is also a meritorious service, right?

But the expected promotion and salary increase were not at all, and I was only verbally praised by the above. If that's all there is to it, Lad George will accept it. After all, he can be regarded as Jane in the emperor's heart, and he has left his name on the inspector general's side!

But the patrol boss was upset, he was criticized, and it was time for him to patrol Hudson Docks that day. When he received the notice from the police station, he was hiding in a small bar drinking, so he directly arranged for George, the new melon egg, and asked him to check it out for him.

In the end, this big case caused a sensation, and the chief executive personally interrogated it. His own affairs were exposed, and he was severely criticized from above.

As a result, George Stacy's patrol car, which was wearing small shoes, was replaced by a broken motorcycle, and the security patrol became a traffic patrol policeman.

In the past, George was on night duty, and he was also a member of the Immortal Cultivator Party, and he used to patrol Manhattan at 4 or 5 o'clock in the morning. Now that I'm a traffic patrolman, I have to work during the day.

It's only been a few days, and the jet lag hasn't even been adjusted yet. At this time, he was sleepy to death, and accidentally scratched other people's luxury cars.

George Stacy, who woke up from his sleep, looked at the license plate, and the egg was actually a Rolls-Royce phantom!

At the moment, I broke out in a cold sweat, lamenting that the money I had just saved in the past few months and was going to be used for marriage was afraid that I couldn't keep it!

In this compartment, Bloody Rose Frank saw the little patrolman who scratched himself, and stood in front of his car in a daze without speaking. The fire was so loud that he pushed the door open directly, and it was a heartwarming slap when he walked to the small patrol officer......

"Why are you blind? Even Lao Tzu's car dared to crash! ”

George, who was kicked into the street, was stunned, and when he saw the face of the person who kicked him, he almost urinated. SHIT！ I actually hit the car of the New York underworld boss? This Frank Gardes, even the New York Police Commissioner didn't dare to provoke easily, why was he so unlucky!

I didn't care about the pain in my abdomen at the moment, and when I got up, I wanted to go over and apologize, after all, it was indeed my own mistake first.

Who knows, just as soon as he looked up, he saw Frank's hideous expression, his face distorted, lifted the Armani handmade custom suit outside, and pulled out the silver-white Beretta 92F around his waist. With trembling hands, he shot George, who was less than two meters away, two shots.

Looking at the fire spewing from the muzzle of the gun opposite, George directly let go of his lower abdomen and urinated. At the same time, he screamed miserably and fell to the ground!

I'm not married, so why did I die so young? Goodbye, Anna!

...... George, who was warm underneath, vaguely seemed to hear someone screaming in pain.

After a few seconds of confusion, I finally realized that I hadn't hung up yet. Then I turned my head and looked behind me, oh! A middle-aged, balding man in a suit was pressing on his blood-dripping upper arm, howling in grief.

Touching his painful left cheek again, there is no blood, so is it the sparks from the muzzle that splash into the face? I really didn't get shot, God forbid that I didn't die!

George was about to cry with joy when he suddenly heard a "bang" and felt something hit his thigh. Looking down again, it was the silver-white Beretta 92F that had just fired at him. It had just fallen to the ground and touched its thigh.

Frank felt as if he had been possessed by the devil, and inexplicably pulled out his pistol in the presence of a group of onlookers. Directly at a policeman, two shots were fired in a row. Even if you really want to kill this little patrolman, you don't have to take action in person on this occasion? Frank, who has mixed up to this day, has N+1 means to quietly kill this decrepit boy! Why couldn't you control yourself just now?

And after firing two shots, it seems that his strength has returned?! Frank clenched his fist in confusion.

Suddenly, Frank noticed that the little patrol officer just now was not dead! Beretta, who was now swaying around and picking up herself, slowly pointed at herself.

Frank, who sensed that something was wrong, was directly frightened into a cold sweat, and shouted as he ducked to the side of the car door: "Fake--"

It's just that before I finished scolding, I heard two gunshots "bang", and then, there was no more!

Frank's eyes widened as he threw himself on the road, and a swarthy hole in his forehead, white and red, gurgled out at the same time, gradually soaking the asphalt......

After firing two shots, the young man George seemed to have just come back to his senses. As if throwing away a hot potato, he threw away the pistol all at once.

Then he saw this thing holding his head, squatting on the ground, and howling, "Devil, it must be the devil!" I was too impulsive just now, I was controlled by the devil! Woowoo woo ......"

In the dim light of the streetlamp, no one could see the shadow of Young George, and a thin gray line slowly retracted.

After checking it with his senses, he found that Frank was really dead. President Maya, known as the "Devil," breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the hot sweat from her head.

President Maya quietly left the screaming crowd of onlookers and walked alone in the direction of his home......