47 Naturally, I had heard Wilson's name.

Wilson's reputation in New York is much greater than that of the adjudicators.

This guy has always been known for his cruelty, and he is also a master of martial arts and an expert in firearms.

Assassinating him is no more difficult than sneaking into a well-fortified Continental hotel to assassinate the Adjudicator.

But is this guy actually the biggest receiver in the beautiful country?

47Although he was a killer, he always had his own moral code.

He hated the existence of this kind of trafficking in banned drugs.

Otherwise, they would not have gone to Colombia knowing that it was Altmeyer who had issued a mission to assassinate Pablo.

If he didn't know before, forget it, since he knows the connector on the side of the beautiful country, then he doesn't mind having one more assassination target.

This is a notoriously difficult target.

As it happens, he likes to challenge difficult goals.

In his long career as a killer, only difficult targets can get his adrenaline pumping again.

It's just that there's a difference between liking challenges and brainless challenges, and especially 47 has always been a killer who plans and then acts.

So 47 also said very calmly:

"I need information and time to prepare."

Du Wei nodded, these are very normal requirements.

Normally, these things will be prepared by the killer's agent.

For example, the information obtained by the killers of the Continental Hotel was collected by the intelligence organization within the Continental Hotel.

For example, most of the information obtained by 47 came from the internal intelligence of the ICA and then passed on to him through Diana.

However, in the case that the ICA already belongs to the Divine Will, in fact, the intelligence networks of the two sides have intersected a lot.

Of course, compared to Du Wei, who personally issued a mission to 47, this information needs to be given by himself.

Du Wei had been prepared for this.

"On the fifth day starting today, Hell's Kitchen will be in for the biggest chaos in recent memory.

Wilson would be on the streets at that time, and the defenses around him were at their weakest.

He's the only one you need to deal with.

Of course, in order to ensure that you can kill him quickly, I will also have someone to help you do it."

47 raised an eyebrow, he felt that Du Wei was insulting himself.

He'd just promised that he could assassinate anyone if he had enough information.

As long as the information in Du Wei's mouth is true, he can let the Wilson, who terrified the major gangs, be left alone.

Then he will kill him without mercy, as he has done countless times in the past!

"Helper? No, as long as the time you say comes, I'll be alone."

The corners of Du Wei's mouth curled slightly, and he said with an incomprehensible smile:

"Really? But I'm a man who likes insurance for everything, so I'm sending people just to make sure Wilson dies, and that's fine, right?"

47 shrugged his shoulders and said that Du Wei was doing this superfluously:

"Whatever you want, but I have to go.

Staying in the same place for too long is the way to die.

This means that if an enemy discovers your tracks, he will have plenty of time to lay a wide net."

Finally, 47, who hid his figure in the shadows, added:

"I'll come to the base to find you, soon.

I hope you don't let me down."

As the words fell, the figure of Killer 47 disappeared.

Du Wei smiled, and when he was about to walk out of here, he found that at some point, several homeless people had already targeted him.

Looking at the position of several people and the movement of their hands on their waists, there is no need to think that these guys are the subordinates of the guy who is the king of Borry Street.

It seems that 47 is really half right.

After staying in one place for too long, someone will come to you.

Right now, these guys are.

However, these untrained fellows are no match for him, and the King of Borry Street asked them to come, more likely to salute before soldiers.

Sure enough, when Du Wei had just turned this thought.

Earl, the "usher" that Du Wei had seen before, walked out from the side.

He bowed slightly expressionlessly, stretched out his hand and pointed to the entrance of the sewer next to the trash can, and said:

"The King of Borry Street, please, please come with us."

With Du Wei's nod, the frozen atmosphere eased.

The homeless people who occupied the vantage point put away the hands on their waists and turned back to lying on the ground with stainless steel basins and begging for food.

Earl took the lead in the disgusting sewers.

Through the city's well-developed sewer network, Du Wei met the King of Borry Street in one of the abandoned treatment stations.

Sitting on the high platform, the king of Bori Street looked at Du Wei in the audience with a hypocritical smile.

The hollow between his upper teeth looked like it was meant to be eaten.

The last time he and Du Wei had a phone conversation was not pleasant.

This time, when he learned that Du Wei appeared in the "Lawless Land", he didn't think too much about it.

He just wanted to see if Du Wei could be as tough as he was on the phone when he stood in front of him.

So he immediately let the nearby subordinates quietly complete the encirclement.

If Du Wei knows each other, then forget it, if he doesn't know each other, then please come over.

He, the king of Borry Street, must meet this guy Du Wei today!

Du Wei, who was standing in the audience, looked at the king of Bori Street above and smiled, and took the lead in speaking:

"Aren't you tired standing that high? Give yourself a break, there's no one else here.

Of course, if you don't think Earl is a confidant, you can continue to hold it."

As soon as these words came out, the face of the king of Bori Street changed suddenly.

This Du Wei is still as sharp as ever, and in just two sentences, it is simply murderous.

It's as if he just sat there and didn't think of Earl as his confidant.

But if he didn't sit there and behave like an ordinary person, wouldn't that prove that he was all pretending before?

The King of Borry Street instantly regretted it, and he regretted letting Du Wei speak first and take the initiative.

Now that he is in such a dilemma, he is simply shooting himself in the foot.

He didn't know why he, who had always boasted of being able to see through everything, was so at a loss in front of Du Wei.

Fortunately, Earl was active, and when he saw this situation of roasting the king of Borry Street on the fire, he directly retired and left this secret underground base on Borry Street.

The venue was left to the King of Borry Street and Du Wei.

Seeing this scene, the king of Borry Street breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately Earl was sensible, otherwise it would be really difficult for him to get off the stage for a while.

The King of Borry Street narrowed his eyes and looked again at Du Wei, who was clearly standing under the stage, but seemed to be standing above his head.

He stood up, spread his hands, and said in a low voice:

"I had to stand high enough to see all the scenery.

It's a place you'll never get to, so you can't understand what I can see.

Do you understand, Du Wei?"

Du Wei smiled, and walked to the high platform under the astonished gaze of the King of Borry Street.

Then, with a violent tremor in the eyes of the King of Borry Street, he kicked the heavy, log-made throne on the high platform.

"You, you, you... What did you do?!"

Enraged, the King of Borry Street stretched out his hand and pointed at Du Wei, who was angry and didn't know what to say.

Du Wei stepped on the throne, looked at the king of Bori Street, who was slightly shorter than himself, and said:

"Is there really any point in having such a throne that can be trampled on at your feet?

There is no one else here, don't lie to yourself.

I think you've heard about the adjudicator's death at the Continental Hotel, right?

You should understand that there are only two suspects for the high table, one is Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York.

One is you.

Because you are the only ones the adjudicator has warned about adjudicating.

Whether or not the killer who ultimately killed the adjudicator is found, the reckoning you will incur will not be a small fight.

Will there still be a king on Borry Street then? Or would you rather die with this seemingly heavy throne?"

Hearing Du Wei's words, the angry King of Borry Street's chest rose and fell several times before he calmed down.

He wasn't really stupid, otherwise he wouldn't have gone from being a street man to the king of Borry Street.

It's just that many times, he needs to behave like a prophet, and he needs to behave like a king.

He wants to maintain the mystery of omniscience, and he wants to maintain the majesty of a king.

For a long time, he had long forgotten the days when he licked blood on the streets.

Now Du Wei, who has kicked over his throne, can be said to have sounded the alarm bell in his heart.

What can he do if Du Wei kicked him off the throne?

He is no longer the street man who is not clothed, and he has long lost the courage to exchange his life with Du Wei.

This sturdy log throne is not something that ordinary people can kick over.

Du Wei's face was not red, and his breathless kick was enough to prove the strength of his legs.

After a long time of training, he will not be Du Wei's opponent.

And in order to maintain the fearless character of the king, he didn't even have a gun with him.

In other words, the current Du Wei completely has the ability to kill him.

This situation undoubtedly reminded the King of Borry Street the night he first met John.

He was so helpless that night.

In the face of John, who is already the top in the industry, the King of Borry Street is also powerless.

It's just that John gave him a choice that time, one was to hold down the wound and live, the other was to pick up a gun and plot against him behind his back, and then die.

The King of Borry Street chose the former, which is why he has the opportunity to reach the top of Borry Street today.

Now, he could feel that the crucial life choice was coming again.

Put down the crown, join Dewey, and tear the high table together.

Or, with an order, let the "wanderers" waiting outside come in and kill Du Wei.

Of course, in this gap, Du Wei also had enough time to kill him.

In the end, he pretended that nothing had happened, silently lifted up the throne himself, and let Du Wei leave here as he pleased, and no one would know what happened here anyway.

In silence, the King of Bori Street let the three thoughts frantically fight in his mind several times, and finally came to a conclusion.

He lifted his foot and kicked the throne on the edge of the high platform.

But when he stepped down with his seemingly powerful strength, the throne was only a slight deviation.

The old black face of the King of Borry Street, who was instantly stunned, suddenly turned red.

Fortunately, his complexion was dark enough that Du Wei should not be able to see it, so thought the King of Borry Street.

Immediately he cheered up again, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and beads of sweat broke out on his thick neck.

The heavy throne finally moved slowly, and finally lost its balance and rolled to the ground with a clatter.

This sudden sound naturally attracted the attention of the wanderers at the door.

Thinking that their king had been attacked, they quickly pushed open the door and rushed in with their guns.

But all they saw was the king of Borry Street, who was slowly retracting his feet in the light wind and light.

I saw the King of Borry Street show his trademark smile, and he watched as his wanderers raised their hands again:

"Just because I'm kicking out this throne today doesn't mean I'm no longer the king of Borry Street.

Rather, I want to tell you that the King of New York is our goal!

We, Borry Street, are destined to be the kings of New York! No one can stop you!"

I don't know how the King of Borry Street usually brainwashes these wanderers.

When they heard the proclamation of the King of Borry Street, all the wanderers raised their hands in frenzy and cheered.

"No one can stop you!"

"No one can stop you!"

……

When the sound had subsided, the King of Borry Street waved them away.

In the end, he looked at Du Weidao quite proudly:

"How? What if I kick out the throne, I will always be their king.

It's just that from now on, the underground of New York will be under my control!"

As if watching a farce, Du Wei glanced at the calves of the King of Borry Street trembling slightly in his pajama pants, and chuckled:

"What's the point of lying to yourself, you can't even solve it with Wilson, so why should you be the king of New York?"

"Heh, Dewey, are you underestimating me?"

The King of Borry Street took out an annotated blue book with the words "The Art of War" printed on it from his inner pocket, flipped to the chapter of Jiaosheng and said:

"Look here, what is a victory, go up to the army to fight, then to fight, then to attack the army, and then to attack the city.

Can't read it, right? It doesn't matter, I'll explain to you what it means to have a relationship.

I've already contacted the other forces in New York City, and I'm just waiting to attack Wilson by surprise!

So you don't have to show up your little trick to be embarrassed, that's just the rest of my play.

Read more, Dewey!"

After saying this, the king of Bori Street suddenly felt relieved, he had not been so happy for a long time since he met Du Wei.

This kind of IQ crushes Du Wei's feeling, which has to be too cool.

Did Du Wei think he was really an idiot? What a joke!

Just as the King of Borry Street was about to hand over this annotated version of Sun Tzu's Art of War to Du Wei, and then mock him for not reading.

Earl suddenly knocked on the door with a strange look on his face and came in.

The King of Bori Street put away his joyful expression, returned to his ancient and waveless appearance, and spoke:

"What?"

"Elijah, he wants to see you."

When he heard this, the king of Bori Street was overjoyed, and was about to talk about Elijah, and Elijah was here?

That's good, let Du Wei see his strength.

The King of Borry Street suppressed the joy in his heart, and pretended not to care, and said:

"Well, just let him in."

After speaking, he turned to Du Wei and explained:

"Elijah, a rising New York City boss, has been begging me to let him join the war against Wilson.

I just needed cannon fodder, so I got him on board.

So, Du Wei, do you know what kind of great opportunity you missed by rejecting me in the first place?

You don't want what others want to break their scalps, so you can only say that you should eat more DHA to make up for your brain."

In the face of the chatter and ridicule of the King of Borry Street, Du Wei smiled indifferently.

Because Elijah wasn't here because Elijah was here because of the surprise attack on Hell's Kitchen five days later.

Instead, when Du Wei was on the road, he put his hand in his pocket and blindly sent a message to him to come.

Since this time the king of Borry Street invited him "sincerely" to come here.

Then he will "mercifully" destroy the last remaining self-esteem of the King of Borry Street.

It's time for the King of Borry Street to come to terms with a fact.

In this New York, when it will be the turn of the King of Borry Street to become big is not his own decision, but Du Wei's decision.

Just when the king of Borry Street was babbling sarcastic words and getting no response from Du Wei and feeling bored.

Elijah walked in with his henchman Scar pushing the door open.

Seeing Elijah, who looked like a teacher, the King of Borry Street clearly showed disdain in his eyes.

Although Elijah said that he had purchased advanced armaments, including the "Switchblade-300" drone.

However, when the King of Borry Street inquired through his own arms channel, he learned that there was no such channel in the beautiful country.

As far as he knew, Elijah was a native gang and was not involved in the sale of banned drugs.

Such a force would not have access to foreign arms.

So there is a high probability that Elijah would say that in order not to lose face in front of him.

After all, that will give you a bigger share of the Hell's Kitchen attack.

In fact, the King of Borry Street has been clearly understood by the eyes and ears of the whole city.

Elijah's men can really fight, but they don't have weapons.

That's it? Dare not buy his arms?

What a bunch of people who don't know what to do.

When the time comes, if there is a fight with Wilson, these Elijah forces who are desperately fighting with pistols and fully automatic rifles on the opposite side will probably become the ones with the most casualties.

This disparity in strength will naturally make the King of Borry Street look down on this new New York upstart.

How good is the timing? In the New York underground, the barrel of the gun is king.

If you don't have a gun, get ready to lie on the ground and be a dead man!

But even so, the King of Borry Street ostensibly gave Elijah enough courtesy.

He smiled with a hypocritical smile:

"Yo yo yo, look who this is, my good friend Elijah.

What's wrong? Is this the Switchblade-300 ready to show your old friend?"

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