Friendly recommendation of "YY King" author Salem Da's latest masterpiece "YY King Trilogy: Media Empire"

`

Chapter 202

It's more complicated than I thought!

Dawson Sr. had been shot by an unknown gunman the day before, and although he did not hang up on the spot, he was shot in the chest, and the bullet pierced the old man's lungs, causing internal bleeding. The old guy's body was already very weak, and even the most optimistic doctor could not save the life of the biggest godfather in the United States.

The gunman who attacked was killed on the spot by Dawson Sr.'s bodyguards, and his identity has not yet been ascertained.

To my surprise, McDowson told me that they did not conduct a massive search, let alone announce that Dawson Sr. had been assassinated. Instead, he announced that the elder Dawson collapsed because of a heart attack recurrence and is currently being resuscitated.

"Why?" After listening to McDowson's account, I immediately asked my questions.

McDowson sighed: "Chen, you don't understand. It's not that simple! ”

The opposition within the family is strong, but it seems that the gang bosses are not so united - they are all greedy when it comes to the opportunity to become parents. Although they both admit that the biggest enemy is McDowson, it seems that their opinions are not unanimous!

And now the situation is that Mike thinks that the idea of murdering Dawson Sr. must not be the collective act of those opposition forces, but the personal behavior of a certain mob boss who cannot bear it! One sentence to make it clear: although old Dawson is gradually weakening, he is not weak enough that everyone dares to rebel openly!

Most people still don't dare to assassinate such an extreme act.

According to Mike's analysis, he suspected that sending someone to assassinate Old Dawson was the behavior of a powerful faction, and the reason why the other party chose to assassinate was to take advantage of the chaotic situation to fish in troubled waters after killing the old guy!

So Mike must not publish the news of the assassination of Dawson Sr.

You know, rebellion is a very delicate thing. The reason why the bosses in the current position have not openly rebelled is not because they don't want to, but because they don't dare! Or to put it more plainly - because no one is the first to do it!

If those guys know that someone has already fired the first shot of the rebellion, then the situation below will be uncontrollable! I'm afraid those guys will all turn it back!

So now we must not tell those careerists the news that old Dawson was assassinated, the most important thing now is to stabilize the situation!

Mike was always expressionless as he narrated. I had a bit of a headache when I listened.

"Oh my God!" I sighed and rubbed my temples: "It seems that your reaction has been very fast, and you have already analyzed it so clearly in less than two days - I must admit, you made the right decision!" ”

Mike also sighed: "But things can't be suppressed for long - I'm not worried about the murder mastermind jumping out on his own, because he doesn't dare!" As long as everyone knows who the rebel is, then they will unite to kill the rebel, and then claim that they are the heroes of the family, and after taking the greatest credit, their prestige will naturally increase greatly, so as to sit in the position of the patriarch! ”

I calmly analyzed it and said slowly: "Then what do you mean: the current situation is that the mastermind of the murder wants everyone to find out about the assassination, but he doesn't want everyone to know who the mastermind of the assassination is?" ”

"That's right!" Mike nodded: "As long as you know that someone has dared to rebel, then it is undoubtedly the greatest encouragement for those guys who have long been ready to move!" They're going to jump out of the way - what I'm most afraid of now is not that the assassin mastermind jumping out on his own, but that he'll be walking in the dark about my father's assassination! ”

I glared at him angrily: "That's easy! You go and shut his mouth! ”

McDowson wasn't angry at all, he was frighteningly calm, he just looked at me and said lightly: "That's why I came to you!" ”

"Me?" I lost my voice and said, "You really think of me!" How do I know who did it? ”

"Who knows?" Mike smiled faintly: "Anyway, you guy can always do miracles." ”

For the rest of the day, I simply shut my mouth and stopped talking.

Instead of driving into the center of New York City, the car slowly drove around the western part of the city to a very remote neighborhood.

The terrain here is very open, the street lights on both sides are very exquisite, and the car slowly drives down the road to a large manor-like place.

Although the rain was gradually falling heavier, the few bodyguards standing at the gate of the manor still performed their duties meticulously, staring at our car vigilantly, and when the car was still ten meters away from the gate, they stopped us from a distance.

I calculated along the way, from the gate passing through the manor covering an area of dozens of acres, to in front of a very quaint-looking mansion inside, a total of three inspections were passed, and each inspection was fully armed.

After getting out of the car, two bodyguards held umbrellas and took us into the door of the house.

"Not bad, right?" Mike looked at me with a smile.

I sighed, still drawn to the amazing furnishings of the mansion's interior.

This is obviously a building with a history of more than 100 years, and the entire architectural style should belong to the style of the American Civil War period.

The huge hall, which can accommodate hundreds of people, is covered with bright red carpets, and all the furniture seems to be quite old, quaint and heavy. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows are draped in black curtains. The walls are made of natural red bricks, densely packed with Western-style swords and muskets. Right in front is a huge oil painting! It is apparently an oil painting of the American Civil War, with the resolute and cold expressions on the faces of officers and soldiers, and the battle in the distance......

I sighed deeply: "This hall is simply beautiful!" Filled with the feeling of iron and blood! ”

Mike deftly plucked a sword from the wall and swung it a few times—the sharp sword shimmered faintly in the light, and it seemed that although it had passed the wear and tear of time, the sword was still as sharp as ever!

Mike said slowly in a low voice, "This place was built by the third patriarch of the Dawson family two hundred years ago!" This is the heart of the Dawson family! It's the heart! ”

I didn't speak, savoring the meaning of Mike's words.

Mike seemed casual, pointing with his sword to a very simple, old-looking single couch in front of him, his tone sounding more casual.

"The couch...... Ever since I was a child, I saw my father sitting on that couch talking to important members of the family, or thinking about things as an only son...... That's where parents are! ”

I couldn't help but walk up and reach out and slowly stroke the armrest of the sofa - I don't know if I have been in the hands of the Dawson family for generations, the wooden handle of the sofa is very smooth to the touch, and it can even reflect a soft light in the light.

Mike looked at the expression on my face, suddenly changed his tone, and said coldly: "In the history of the Dawson family, there have also been civil strife and struggles, and there have been three parents who were beaten to death by people who were in turmoil within the family on this sofa - they were killed on this sofa!" ”

I sighed and turned to look at McDowson.

McDowson suddenly raised his eyebrows, waved his hand and threw the long sword in his hand to the ground! With a snap, the sword was nailed to the carpet, and the blade was nailed to the floor through the carpet. Because Mike used too much force, the long sword was still trembling slightly.

Mike's face looked horrified in the light.

He said slowly: "I definitely don't want to be the fourth parent to die on this couch!" ”

He slowly opened his arms, as if to embrace the whole hall in his arms, and his eyes flashed a little fanatical under his indifferent expression.

His voice was unusually firm: "This is the heart of the family!" In me, Mike; Ricole; Flange; Under Dawson's stewardship, the family's heart will continue to beat healthily and vigorously!! ”

I stood in front of this man and couldn't say a word for a long time.

I suddenly had a strange feeling in my heart: this guy is probably a person I can't defeat!

The kind of persistence in his heart, that kind of madman, that kind of strong will, all I don't have! Although I thought that my intellect was not below him, that I was not as ruthless as him, but I thought that I could be more cunning than him - but I still felt that powerlessness creeping through me - that I could not overcome the man in front of me!

I was blown away by Mike's momentum!

Just as Mike and I were both immersed in our inner world, the side door behind us opened, and a deep voice was heard.

"The parent is awake, he wants to meet his friends from China!"

Mike and I woke up at the same time, and I looked back to see a middle-aged man with an indifferent face standing behind us, looking at me faintly.

This guy was dressed in gray clothes and had gray hair, and if he hadn't just said something, maybe I would have thought of him as a wooden ornament in the hall.

There didn't seem to be any aura emanating from him, and his whole body was like an inconspicuous piece of old wooden furniture.

I don't know why, but when I look at this person, I always feel a little uncomfortable in my heart.

"This is Uncle Denel! My father's most faithful brother! Mike smiled lightly, then said in a low voice, "He's also the number four person in the family!" My strongest supporter at the moment! ”

"Hello!" I immediately turned around, bowed my head slightly, and held out my hand.

That Denel ignored me at all, glanced at us, and said lightly: "Parents are still very weak, you'd better not talk for too long!" With that, he turned and walked away.

From the way he looked at me, I couldn't help but feel that I was an inconspicuous piece of rotten wood!

Without saying a word, Mike seemed to know Denel's temper very well, and he patted me on the shoulder and led me through the side door.

I counted to myself that we had walked through at least four doors, and had gone up three floors before finally reaching a closely guarded room. Several middle-aged men in gray suits stood outside the door, looking at us with indifferent faces.

They searched me with metal detectors in their hands before letting us through a door behind us, but after entering the door, we went up a long staircase and saw several more bodyguards.

This time, the inspection is more rigorous. Looking at their stance, they almost wanted to pull my panties out to see if there was a pistol hidden inside......

"The inspection here is in charge of Denel, and he ordered that everyone must follow the rules of the inspection!" Mike smiled.

Finally, when we entered the room of the legendary old man, as soon as I entered the door, I smelled a very strong smell of formalin water, and it seemed that this old man was really injured!

A very large room in which the family has obviously been emptied, and all around it are all kinds of professional medical equipment! In the center of the room is a large bed.

A thin old man lay quietly on a snow-white sheet, wearing a white robe with a few tubes stuck in his nose, his eyes closed, and his face pale as if he were a dead man.

I couldn't help but look back at Mike's expression. To my surprise, there was no sadness on Mike's face, his expression was as cold as a granite stone, and there was not even a trace of disorder in his eyes.

I sighed inwardly, and my attention returned to the old man on the bed.

It's hard to imagine that this frail, emaciated old man is actually the most powerful godfather in the United States! He is the number one person who controls more than 80% of the criminal organizations in the United States! His real assets are definitely no less than those world-level rich, and his real power is far more than those big people I know!

Such a person is actually the little old man in front of him who looks like he will choke his breath at any time, with an ordinary appearance, and is not at all inconspicuous!

"Father, here we are!" Mike whispered.

After a full ten seconds, the old man's eyes slowly opened, his gaze a little dazed, and after a slight sweep over Mike's body, his gaze fell on mine.

When he saw me, I could clearly feel something sharp in his gaze.

The old man had a smile on his face, and though I thought I was mistaken—he was laughing!

He opened his mouth, his voice equally weak and weak, but the tone sounded a little inexplicably strange to me.

The biggest godfather in the United States smiled at me and said, "Mr. Chen Yang from China!" Hello! You know what? You've always been a big problem for me! ”

"What?" I was slightly stunned.

The smile on the old man's face seemed to be a little deeper, but the gaze that fell on my face was focused little by little, and it became sharper little by little.

He said, "You know what? I've been thinking about the question, should I consider you an ally? Or should I treat you as a future danger and kill you immediately! ”

`

After reading everyone's book review section, it seems that many readers don't like my new book "The Changing Face Samurai" and want me to write about urban themes - to be honest, the most difficult thing for an author is to break through himself. I've written two urban books, one Yu Wang, and one Hippie Smiley. Both were published. And it also brings a certain income for itself. I'm satisfied. Thank you very much for your support.

However, I really don't want to hang myself from a tree...... It may be hypocritical to say this, but I really want to go one step further and do something I've never done before, and see if there's any other potential I can tap into.

So, I wrote "Face-Changing Samurai". In the beginning, it was hard to write and brain-consuming. There are also quite a few people who are hit. But I persevered, and now the popularity of the face-changing samurai is quite good. The results at the starting point are also better than Yu Wang.

To put it more realistically--people including the starting point also think that the theme of the face-changing samurai is not good, and if I continue to write about urban themes, it may be more popular--if I write a sequel to Yu Wang's or sister chapters or something, I guess the effect will be very good, at least the money is safe...... But I really don't want to.

Here, I just want to say that I really tried hard. Writing a face-changing samurai is a big risk for himself. At the beginning, many authors were unsuccessful in their transformation, and as a result, their later works hit the streets...... But I don't want to be positioned as an author who "only writes about cities".

I hope you can go and watch "Changing Face Samurai", after all, I have spent a lot of effort, and I hope more people can agree.

If you only look at it a little bit and don't like it, then I ask for your patience, and it will get better and better.

To paraphrase an advertising slogan n years ago: I have been working hard!

;