Yousuf frowned. www.biquge.info There weren't many people knocking on his door at this time, and he couldn't think of a reason why any of them would come at this time.

As one of the most powerful people in the entire underworld in New York, there are definitely no less than three digits of people who want him to die, so Yusuf will never be sloppy when it comes to his own safety.

In the team of bodyguards responsible for his safety, each member was hand-selected by himself. These twenty-three people are absolutely first-class in terms of loyalty and ability. Although it is still inferior to the elite killers of the Moriti family in terms of individual combat ability, it is after all slowly accumulated by others over the course of more than forty years.

Twenty-four hours a day, at least eight people outside his house would vigilantly observe every passerby. As soon as they show any hostility, these dead men will not hesitate to send a bullet to the other's head.

"Wait a minute." Youssef's wife answered in the kitchen, then frantically added a coat to her clothes and hurried downstairs.

She slept worse than Youssef, and often got up before five o'clock to read magazines and newspapers on the couch for a while, or to prepare a hearty breakfast for him in advance. And over the years, she has also used to open the door to entertain guests in his place. It wasn't Yusef's idea, but he wouldn't object to it either.

"It's coming, it's coming." His wife's enthusiastic voice came from downstairs, and the door was pulled open a few seconds later.

"Bang!"

Yusef's entire body stiffened. After more than thirty years of mixing in the underworld, it is impossible for him not to be familiar with this voice. He quickly stood up and walked to the window of his room. But the footsteps going upstairs were getting closer, and it sounded like more than one person. It was completely too late for him to escape through the window, and there was a good chance that the other party still had people left.

Biting his lip, he pulled out his spare pistol from the desk drawer, a flash of determination and despair across his face at the same time.

The door to the study was slammed open, and Yusuf did not hesitate to shoot. The man at the head screamed and fell, only to realize that the man who had been shot was a young man from his bodyguards. If Yusuf remembers correctly, his name was Moni.

The man behind Moni pushed his body away and fired two shots at Yusuph. The first shot pierced Yusuf's knee and sent him to the ground. Another shot broke two fingers of Yusuf's right hand and knocked the gun off the ground.

"Vladimir," Yusuf said through gritted teeth. You and your brother, two white-eyed wolves that can't be raised. ”

"I'm glad to meet you, too, Yusef." Vladimir walked up to Yusuf and looked condescendingly at his former boss with a sneer on his face. "I haven't seen you for two days, and you seem to have completely forgotten your politeness."

Yusuf gasped before he spoke with difficulty. "Hill and Brad. Which of the two of them is one of yours? ”

There are other moles in his bodyguard team, and Yusuf has already figured this out. If there were no traitors, it would be impossible for his guards outside to be eliminated silently.

"Both." Vladimir smirked evilly. "Alex and Molov too. In order to buy them off, we spent a lot of money. ”

"You bastard!"

Yusuf struggled to get up, and Vladimir only smiled contemptuously.

He stomped his boot on Yusuf's bleeding right hand and crushed it hard. Yusuf screamed, but Vladimir did not waver in the slightest. He lifted his foot and then kicked Yusuf hard in the left side of the face.

Yusef, who was lying on the ground, rolled twice and snorted in pain. At that moment, a familiar sound of metal parts sliding came from above him. Yusuf wiped the blood that blocked his view, only to see a pitch-black muzzle facing his face.

"I'd love to keep talking to you, really." Vladimir smiled almost madly and held his pistol against Yuseff's temple. "I really wonder what a person like you would say in the last moments of his life. Do you cry and beg for mercy, or you gnash your teeth and curse us to hell. If I'm not mistaken, you're a pretty sincere Catholic. It's a travesty..."

Yusuf opened his mouth weakly, trying to say something. But before he could make any sound, Vladimir grabbed him by the chin and shoved his pistol into his mouth.

"It's a pity that neither my brother nor our new boss has any intention of letting you live." Vladimir shook his head. Yusef's eyes widened and he began to struggle violently, and a chaotic whining came from his throat.

Without even blinking an eye, Vladimir pressed the trigger of the pistol. There was a dull roar, and everyone in the room who was watching this scene in silence shuddered, and there was a hint of fear in their eyes when they looked at Vladimir.

Vladimir pulled out his pistol and wiped the blood on Yusuf's clothes. He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the other people in the room. Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to make eye contact with him.

"Okay, things settled. It was much easier than we thought at first. He put the pistol back on his waist and said to the crowd with ease. What are you still doing, let's clean it up. Xiao Luo's dogs can add food again tonight. ”

The people around him shuddered, and immediately began to work, as if Yuseff's bloody corpse was more intimate than Vladimir's. Vladimir was also quite satisfied with this. After saying hello to everyone, he walked out of the room, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number.

"This is Wesley, hello." The call was picked up the moment it was dialed. On the other end of the phone came a polite, elegant and dignified voice.

Vladimir hesitated for a moment, but the other side waited patiently. After a while, he spoke slowly.

"I'm Vladimir, and it's done."

"Good."

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Wesley put down the phone and pulled out his notebook. After sorting out the information and marking a few key points, he called his boss's number.

"It's me, Wesley." Without waiting for the other party to speak, Wesley spoke first. There was silence for a moment before he spoke.

"Good morning, is there anything new?" The other man's voice was hoarse and a little sharp. Combined with the other person's weird accent, this can even give the feeling of a crying baby with a broken throat, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Yes, indeed. That Russian brothers have already completed their task, and Russian gangsters are already history. Wesley's face remained unchanged as he crossed out the first line of his notebook as he said this.

"They're more than we thought—" The man hesitated, as if he didn't know what to say. Wesley, on the other hand, did what he wanted to say for him.

"Courage is it?"

"Well, they're more courageous than we thought." The man exhaled and seemed to be much more relaxed. "Based on their history, I thought it would be a little harder to convince them. Of course, this means that our assessment of them is somewhat... Deviation. ”

"As long as they play their part. But on the contrary, Felic is much more difficult to convince. Until now, he has not given us a positive answer. Wesley crossed out the second line of the notebook.

"Feric is just a small character. If the Russian gangsters and the Moriti family join forces, we will still be a little afraid. But now... He's just digging his own grave. ”

Wesley pondered for a moment, quickly added a few more words to his notebook, and crossed it out again.

"Shall we start Project Two? Maybe it's more cost-effective. Wesley asked tentatively. Although he has been following that man for most of his life, the other party's mind can understand it without saying it. But for such a major decision, Wesley still couldn't directly decide for him.

"Let's start preparing." The man quickly made a decision. "We're giving Feridge twelve hours. Afterwards... Then it's up to him. ”

"Understood, sir." Wesley agreed. He was about to speak, but he looked at the last line of his notebook, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

"What, is there anything else?" As if sensing Wesley's hesitation, the person on the other end of the phone took the initiative to inquire this time. Wesley swirled the pen between his fingers before he figured out what he should say.

"There is indeed one last thing. And this has to do with the mercenary organization we talked about last time. ”

"You mean the branch of the Hell House?" The man's tone was tinged with surprise. "Didn't we make the decision not to engage with them? As long as when the work is done, they don't care who gives them the task. ”

"In fact, they reached out to us." Wesley said, flipping through a file on the table. "The head of this branch, Jack. Hammer, nicknamed Weasel, has brought in the Red Mask, who has been making a lot of noise lately, to investigate us. I don't know exactly what happened, but I can prepare for the worst: they already know part of our plan. ”

"It's just a way for rats to survive." The man said in a disdainful tone. "They're not going to get in our way, the little bastard who was kicked out by Hammer Industries doesn't have the guts to stand up to us. But that red mask... To be honest, I'm a little disappointed. ”

"You know, my dream is to change the city." There was a hint of self-deprecation in the man's tone. "I'm still moving towards this dream, but I've also wondered if there is... Other methods. This man, I used to think he was a chance for me. ”

"A chance?"

"An opportunity for me to see if the path I'm taking is the right one. But in the end, he's just a clown who can be bought by money. In the end, the man also had some emotion.

"So what do you mean?" Wesley asked cautiously.

"Since he can be bought with money, then we will buy him with money. As long as he is obedient enough, I can show him my generosity. Of course, if he's stupid enough, let his body sink in the harbor. ”

"Understood, what about the weasel?"

The man thought for a moment before making a decision.

"Give me his number, we should talk to each other."