At Grand Central Station in New York, a well-dressed couple whispered as they walked out.

"Oh my God, are New Yorkers crazy enough to dare to use the power of a city against a high table?" The woman said with a smile, not as shocked as she had said.

"New Yorkers, understandably, have always thought of themselves as the center of the universe." The man next to her kissed her and smiled, "But from today onwards, there will be a lot fewer New Yorkers." ”

"Hehe, baby, you're still so humorous." When the woman saw that there was a bathroom next to her, she immediately said to the man, "Wait for me here, I'll come when I go." ”

"Okay, don't worry, there are so many people in New York, it's enough for us to kill." When the woman entered, the man looked around boredly, but soon, his eyes focused on a woman.

It was a tall Eastern European woman, young and beautiful, with a pair of blue eyes that the man could not take his eyes off, and, seeing the man's stupid appearance, the woman smiled at him.

It's over, I'm in love, the man thinks unashamedly, not caring that his girlfriend is still in the toilet.

The Eastern European woman walked towards the man, turned and walked into the toilet at the moment when he was about to open his arms, only the red ribbon tied around his neck swept past the tip of his nose.

Hiss. It smells so good!

The man took a deep breath, intoxicated, but before he could finish his intoxication, the fragrant wind blew out again, smiled at him again, and then floated away.

So fast?

Wait, no.

The man suddenly felt a palpitation, and then he rushed into the women's restroom without thinking about anything else, and as soon as he entered, he was dumbfounded, his girlfriend was lying on the washstand, with an extra bullet hole in her temple, and she was still bleeding.

Damn, that woman is a killer!

The man turned and rushed out of the bathroom, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw the Eastern European woman turning a corner and walking out.

The man hurriedly chased after him, and the speed of the Eastern European woman was not too fast, and she could catch up in a few steps.

Just as the man ran to the corner of the wall and turned the corner, he tripped over a dirty thigh under his feet and fell to the ground solidly.

"Oh, sir, I'm sorry, how are you, it's okay." The beggar who tripped over him was kind enough to hold him up, but before he could push the beggar away, he felt a pain in his heart, and then he felt nothing.

As he was dying, he saw that the beggar also had a red ribbon wrapped around his arm, which was a little dirty, but the red was as dazzling as blood.

The same scene is happening all over New York, where Winston's men, Russian Gypsies, and the eight-stabbed but not dead Bowery and his beggars join forces to mercilessly strangle all the killers in New York City who work for the high table, of course, some of them may die from misunderstandings, but the death of a few more killers is not a bad thing for the whole society.

At this moment, the leaders of the three parties gathered on the top floor of the hotel, drinking a glass of wine and listening to the continuous reports of their subordinates.

"What about John and Richard?" Bao Weirui drank the wine in the glass, and his face was full of knife wounds, and he looked particularly hideous.

"They're waiting." Winston replied, "Wait for the high table to appear." ”

"Are those bitches really going to show up?"

"Yes, the situation here is out of control, one or two adjudicators can't solve the problem here, unless they are willing to give up here, otherwise, it will definitely happen."

"Aren't you afraid that Richard kid will lie to you? What if he doesn't have the support of a high table behind him? ”

"Hehe, at this point, it doesn't matter if there is anyone to support it, the three of us are united, it is already a force to be reckoned with, if there is really another chairman of the high table who falls, even if there is no one behind Richard to support before, there will be at that time, that kid has a saying that is very right, 12 people share the cake, and there are no 9 people who are full." Winston took a sip of wine elegantly, he had already thought through the cause and effect before and after, the risk was bound to exist, but the proportion was not high, and, compared with the benefit, this risk was completely acceptable.

Bowery kept his mouth shut, Winston had a point, and, if it wasn't for Richard's previous remarks about moving him, how could he have risked offending the high table to help the two of them, and really thought he had any friendship with John? That's just his investment, and now it seems that the return on this investment is still good, as for the scars on his face, he is self-aware, whether there are these scars or not, he has nothing to do with Shuai.

A whole day has passed, the three New York City bigwigs drank three bottles of good wine, and the killers who died on the high table in New York have long been in the triple digits, although these killers are not the descendants of the high table, but this number is scary enough, the killer is not just a gun, there are only more than 2,000 killers in North America, and hundreds of people died at one time, even if it is a high table, it can't be carried.

"Winston, what do you say the high table will use to get into New York?" Bored, Bowery started talking to Winston again.

"You're there at the airport, at the train station, and on all the main transportation routes into New York City, so can they still fall from the sky?"

Buzz!

The faces of the three of them changed, and the voice was... Helicopter!

"Winston, you crow's mouth..."

Under the light of the two gunships, Winston smiled wryly and raised his hands, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect them to have the ability to mobilize gunships in New York City." ”

"Winston, Bowery, you underestimate the power of the high table, and the gap between us is so big that you only think about things with the mind of a killer." Sandwiched between two gunships, there was also a civilian helicopter, and an old voice came from the loudspeaker on the plane.

"Now, repent. Repent of what you have done to the high table, and when you die, your sins will be forgiven. ”

The three of them glanced at each other, knelt down with a wry smile, what else could they say, they fell short.

Sou!

Rumble!

Whoosh!

Boom!

Just as the three of them closed their eyes and waited to die, three white smoke flew out of the three windows below the hotel, accurately hitting the abdomen of the three helicopters, and bursting into the sky with three brilliant flowers, lighting up the night sky of New York City.

John and Charon put down the still smoking bazooka on their shoulders and looked at Richard in the middle with admiration.

"How did you know they were coming by helicopter?"

"I don't know, I was going to hit their bus with rockets, and who knew they were just delivered to the door." Richard smiled at the two of them, "Alright, we should go up, I think Winston must have grown their mouths like frogs by now." ”

"Haha, that's right, we need to go up and have a look."

"Hehe, this time, Richard, you can be considered really famous, by the way, Richard, have you thought of your title?" Charon smiled and looked back, only to find that the room behind him was empty.

"What about the Richards?"

"Hehe, this is the real assassin, complete the mission and disappear until he receives a new mission." John was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Let's go Charon, maybe one day, we'll see each other again." ”