Elijah's fists clenched violently in the face of Dewey's heart-piercing words, as if a bell was ringing in his mind.

As a person in power, he did overlook a lot of the obvious.

has been smooth so that he has regarded the world's heroes as nothing.

So much so that he regarded the Bloody Hand faction, which could become one of the twelve seats at the high table, as a cat and a dog on the side of the road.

But in fact, which of the 12 seats at the high table is easy to match?

The Samaritans, who were originally on the line of the Kemora family, could easily use the members of the "Constant Vigilance" to defeat his setup in Princeton.

If it hadn't been for Dewey blocking the Samaritans, I'm afraid it would still be Wilson sitting here.

And what happened in Princeton, also one of the twelve seats at the High Table, managed to threaten the life and death of an entire city with the Ebola virus just by using sick monkeys.

If Dewey hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have killed most of the sick monkeys before they could cause a large-scale spread.

So it's still Wilson, not Elijah, sitting here!

Speaking of New York, if it hadn't been for Du Wei's guidance to let the young and vigorous "Brotherhood" grab the territory, then the object that the Bloody Hand Faction wanted to protect would have changed.

Finally, there is the battle for Hell's Kitchen, from those advanced active equipment to various plans to weaken the combat power of Hell's Kitchen.

So much so that Elijah managed to reach the summit of New York with little resistance.

So along the way, he had a delusion, and the so-called Bloody Hand faction, Wilson, and the high table were all just such illusions.

But in fact, now that he has been awakened by Du Wei, he finally understands that the reason why it is so easy is because Du Wei solved the most difficult part of the matter.

His opponents are never strong enough, they just don't have Du Weiqiang!

But what is he, Elijah, who dares to ignore them like Dewey?

What is that not looking for death?!

Elijah, who realized that he had made a big mistake, immediately became soaked in cold sweat on his back.

If Du Wei really still carried out the so-called procrastination plan by himself, then his death would not be far off.

So in the end, there were only two options left for him.

One is to completely surrender to the high table and be willing to be a dog of the bloody hand.

The second is to strike first, as Du Wei said, and make the Bloody Hand faction obediently enter the death trap through deception, so as to truly control the underground of New York!

But Elijah has finally come to this point, and how can he be the kind of existence who is willing to be a dog for people?

So it seems that there are two choices, but Elijah actually has only one choice, and that is to kill!

Follow Dewey's plan and be the one to drill holes in the Bloody Hand Bottle!

Elijah, who finally figured everything out, took out a square towel from his pocket and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, then folded the square towel and put it back in his arms, looked at Du Wei solemnly and said:

"I really can't guarantee that things will go the way I expected.

And like you said, the Bloody Hand are never stupid, and my repeated rejection of them will only lead to my own death.

Before, I was blinded by the power in front of me and did not see the situation clearly.

Now, as you say, I'll promise to have their "professionals" come to New York to teach me how to manage this huge gang.

Then treat them well!

But before I can do that, I need more arms..."

Elijah paused for a moment, then continued in an accentuated tone:

"The more the merrier!"

Looking at Elijah who came to his senses, Du Wei nodded, some people are lost in the desire for power and can't extricate themselves, then this kind of person is hopeless.

But some people will become stronger after a short period of indulging in the lust for power and realizing the danger of it, and then they will get out.

Clearly Elijah belonged to the latter, short-lived

The desire for profit is not worth mentioning in the face of being able to wake up.

"It's the same as always, give me the list you want, and I'll take care of it for you.

This time, of course, you'll have to pay for it yourself."

Elijah nodded that it was okay, and then set his eyes on the King of Borry Street:

"I need to monetize Hell's Kitchen as soon as possible."

A look of hesitation flashed on the face of the King of Borry Street, and he said with some hesitation:

"But ......"

Before the King of Borry Street could finish speaking, Elijah interrupted coldly:

"There is nothing but that the more land you hoard, the less valuable it will be.

Sell all those plots and leave the core area.

Remember, scarce things are expensive, and only when there is less land, the remaining land will have a huge room for appreciation!"

The King of Borry Street nodded his head in understanding, then turned and left the charred-black office.

Then Elijah turned his gaze back to Dewey again:

"When the money arrives, I'll donate it to the Stay Away from AI Foundation, right?

By the way, since I joined this plan to deal with the Bloody Hand Faction, I wonder who is the person who will open a hole in the Bloody Hand stronghold?

Frank? McKel? Or is it Reese?"

Du Wei smiled and shook his head:

"It's another ruthless man, although he is a little older, but he is more experienced and ruthless.

With him, no problem...... You see when you talk about him, he's calling, wait a minute."

……

And the ruthless man in Du Wei's mouth, Bill, has come to Paris, the capital of the Rooster Country, at this time.

With the help of an old friend who worked in the National Security Agency of Rooster Country, Bill confirmed the authenticity of the information in Dewey's mouth.

There is indeed a red door on that Heavenly Street, but the forces behind the red door are deeply entangled with the official Rooster Country.

Even the old friend was trying to persuade him not to be an enemy of these guys with bloody hands tattooed on the backs of their hands.

Because these people are not only powerful, but also have an extremely strong official umbrella in Paris.

Even old friends who worked in the NSA have implied that there is a shadow of their NSA in this umbrella.

But Bill said that he would not trouble them, and turned around and came not far from the red door.

In between tying his shoes, Bill spotted through his sophisticated experience that a number of dark stakes were nearby, keeping an eye out for anyone passing by the Red Gate.

And these guys have bulging waists, and they obviously all have "guys" in them.

Although it is said that guns are free in the rooster country, the gun management in the rooster country is very strict, and the cost of applying for licenses, buying guns, and shooting training is not cheap, plus you will face high fines after breaking the law, so the guy who can own a gun must have a strong backing.

It seems that these guys are the members of the Bloody Hand faction in Du Wei's mouth.

So how to enter the red door without injury is probably a bit of a headache.

Thinking of this, Bill subconsciously wanted to find some props in his pocket that he could use, but unexpectedly found a black and gold business card with Du Wei's name printed on it.

Looking at the gilded number on it, Bill hesitated for a few seconds before dialing the phone number that claimed to be an intelligence officer from the beautiful country.

Three seconds after ringing, a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

Bill didn't talk nonsense either, and said directly:

"I'm in Paris now, I need help right now, I need an identity that can walk through the red door."

Du Wei on the other end of the phone didn't say much when he heard Bill's request for help, he just reminded calmly:

"I remember telling you that only the promise of this number in New York is valid.

If we were to do it in Paris, it would be a diplomatic dispute, you know?"

Hearing Du Wei's prevarication, Bilton, who was concerned about his daughter, became anxious.

"I'll take all the consequences! All you need to do is arrange for me to have an identity that I can walk into the Red Door!

You can ask for anything afterwards, as long as I can do it!

But now you have to help me!"

Du Wei chuckled, of course he knew that Bill could give everything for his daughter.

His previous prevarication was just waiting for Bill's promise.

Now that he has achieved his goal, Du Wei doesn't mind helping Bill.

As for the diplomatic disputes that arise? It's just a cliché.

"There's only one identity that can be used better than a member of the Bloody Hand in Paris, and that's an agent of the National Security Agency.

So I'm going to give you a fake identity in its identity system that lasts for one hour.

As for what you should do with it, I don't think I need to say more."

Bill took a deep breath and said thank you, then hung up.

Of course he knew how to take advantage of this false identity.

What he had hinted at before Sam, an old friend of the National Security Agency in Rooster Nation, meant that the Bloody Hands were "protected" by the NSA.

In other words, the Bloody Hand faction is paying tribute to the NSA on a regular basis!

In order to avoid being found by the tax system and causing the incident, the top officials of the NSA will naturally adopt a method that leaves no trace.

That's to collect cash in person!

This is the same reason that old prostitutes never use electronic payments.

Cash is the hardest thing to leave a mark on, and it's also the easiest thing to launder.

So, what Bill has to do is very simple, that is, to be the "wicked man" who comes to collect protection money!

With a decision, Bill straightened his leather jacket, straightened his back, and walked towards the red door in a grand manner.

This behavior is very similar to those senior members of the Security Service who hold real power.

Seeing Bill's behavior, although the hidden piles lying in ambush everywhere felt that this face was really unfamiliar, they were also shocked by Bill's momentum.

After all, the guy with a bad heart is a little abnormal when he approaches the Red Gate, but he doesn't walk like Bill.

In particular, Bill's years as an agent made these gangsters on the streets very sure that this was a note.

This, combined with the steadiness that comes with Bill's age, makes him look more like a big guy.

This impression made the Dark Stake not dare to move, and Bill successfully pushed open the red door and entered the courtyard.

Anyway, it doesn't matter if Bill really has a problem, after all, it is an important den of the Bloody Hand in Paris, how can Bill make waves in it alone?

So, when Bill entered the courtyard, the Darkpiles withdrew their gaze and continued to do what they had to do.

And Bill, who pushed open the red door with his hand, shrouded the two little minions who were playing cards and sentry down there with a fierce look in his eyes.

Seeing this look, the two little minions couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

They are all too familiar with this kind of momentum, which is the contempt of the high to the low!

And the sentinels who can be sent as gatekeepers are generally newcomers with little qualifications in the organization, so they can't help but stutter in the face of Bill, who is coming in a rage.

"Find... Look for... Who's going to be?"

"Your boss!"

"Old... Boss, you're not here."

Bill smiled disdainfully and threw the gun from his waist, and the little minion subconsciously caught Bill's gun.

Then he looked up blankly at Bill across from him, he really didn't understand what Bill meant.

When he was confused, Bill had already taken out his old mobile phone from his pocket and said:

"Really? Do you know how many agents will surround this place if I dial this number?

I promise you won't have time to escape here.

So don't lie, dare to waste my time, and be careful that I attack the police

Kill you in the name!"

Hearing the last three words in an aggravated tone, the little minion holding the pistol shook violently.

He knew what it meant for Bill to throw the gun to himself.

This horse is planted!

This horse is framed!

This stepping on the horse is framed!

But it is undeniable that this does give Bill a legitimate chance to shoot, which means that he may really die for the crime of assaulting the police!

FXXK！

The sweat on the little minion's forehead immediately burst out in large gulps, and he had already guessed Bill's identity in his heart, but now he heard Bill's threatening words and immediately confirmed the suspicion in his heart.

The man in front of him behaved in a way that was too much like the NSA agents who demanded protection money from time to time.

These *** NSA agents rely on the support of official forces behind them to not take the lives of little minions like them in their eyes!

Anyway, if a little minion like them dies, they will die, and the big guys at the top will not shed a tear for them, at most they will renegotiate the negotiated protection fee.

He can't afford to give his life here for a salary of three thousand euros!

After realizing that the person in front of him was not easy to mess with, the little minion hurriedly handed back the hot pistol in his hand with both hands.

Then he grovelled and said a word, and after a while, he grabbed the walkie-talkie placed on the table and walked to the side, whispering to the top to report the situation here.

Bill, on the other hand, stared at him with cold eyes, as if he was really thinking about letting his agents take the den.

Soon the little minion got a new order from above, which made his nervous look relaxed.

Since Bill wants to find the boss, let him go to the boss's trouble, and he finally doesn't have to face this fierce god.

Then the little minion tilted his head upstairs and motioned for Bill to come with him, and after the signal, the little minion should go upstairs first.

As for the seizure of the guns?

Come on, he doesn't want to touch this kind of agent's gun again in his life, otherwise he will die in vain!

Compared with the scared little minion in his heart, the expressionless Bill breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

I have to say that Du Wei's advice to him is very useful, and Bill, who is an agent himself, is very vivid when he plays those black agents of the National Security Agency.

These guys didn't even think to verify his identity, and just by judging by momentum, they believed that he was really a NSA agent of the Rooster Country.

This succeeded in avoiding a startling and giving him a chance to save his daughter safely.

Now he just needs to find out where his daughter was kidnapped by them, and then ...... Kill them all!

The little minion who was leading the way in front of him suddenly shook his whole body, and he seemed to inexplicably feel the fierce murderous aura emanating from Bill behind him.

The little minion muttering in his heart involuntarily quickened his pace, as long as he brought Bill, the fierce god, to the boss.

After navigating several hallways and up stairs, the minions finally lead Bill to a living room.

Pots and pans, TVs and refrigerators are all available here, but the TV has now been smashed.

In front of the TV were several shredded machine bet tickets.

With a slight glance, Bill glimpsed from the fragment parameters like Argentina, win, and the like.

It looks like these guys didn't succeed in manipulating the game for some reason, resulting in a real upset.

Bill rolled his gaze slightly, and then looked at the most prominent small square table in the middle of the living room.

There were scattered cards on the small square table, and the four people sitting at the table were also holding a handful of cards in their hands, as if they were ordinary family socializing.

That said, of course, ignore the guns dangling next to the chips, the bloody tattoos on the back of the card drawer, and the guy cleaning the floor of the bedroom door from the human blood.

At this time, he sat on the edge of the square table

The four of them all stopped their movements when they saw Bill who was being brought up.

They all looked up and looked indifferently at this middle-aged man in leather clothes with an old complexion.

They smelled something they hated, and this guy was a sliver.

After confirming this, one of the guys with a beard was the first to speak:

"What do you want to do here?"

Bill didn't answer in a hurry, but he first instructed the little minion who brought him up:

"A cup of black coffee, on the rocks, hurry up and get it."

After saying that, he pulled out a chair that was uninhabited, sat down with a golden knife, and barred his legs on the square table.

This action immediately made the faces of the four of them show anger, but except for the angry expression, the four of them controlled their temper very well and did not take the pistol in hand.

Seeing the forbearance and restraint of the four people, Bill sneered and said:

"Don't you know what I'm going to do?

Of course, I'm here to negotiate the price!"

Hearing this, the four of them quickly looked at each other, and then a guy with a scar on his face stood up, and his hand touched the edge of the pistol intentionally or unintentionally and said:

"We've negotiated this year's prices with Mr. Macon."

Bill snorted lightly, hooked his finger at the little minions who had brewed the coffee and froze not far away, and motioned for him to bring the coffee before he spoke:

"That Macon guy doesn't have clean hands and feet, he's been transferred to a no-oil area.

It won't be long before he's gone, so I'll say it again, the price, we'll have to talk about it again!"

Scarface wanted to say something, but another guy with a big back grease next to him put his hand up, and Scarface immediately shut up.

Apparently the guy in charge here is this big back.

Big Back stared straight at Bill for a few moments, and Bill stared at him without fear.

Then the big back head put the card in his hand under the cover, took out the mobile phone in his arms, made a call and turned on the speaker.

Soon a man's angry voice came over the speaker.

"Damn! I'm not saying there's no need not to make this call......

Halfway through, the microphone on the other end of the phone seemed to be covered, but the crowd could still hear a few words coming from them.

"Dear...... Of the, I'm a horse...... It's coming, you...... Stopped?"

"Oh~~~ I'm sorry, I'm ...... To answer this call, you ...... Wash it off, we'll ...... later. Play with it."

Then the man's voice sounded clearly again, but it was obvious that he was extremely impatient from the sound.

After all, anyone who is interrupted at a critical moment will be extremely unhappy.

The big back directly ignored the dissatisfaction in the other party's words and said:

"I need you to help me identify the next person, that guy is called ......."

Big Back raised his eyes slightly and looked at Bill, who was also looking at him.

Bill's heart jumped, but his face remained the same.

He didn't expect that the person in charge here really had a channel to verify his identity.

Now it can only be seen whether the disguised identity information on Du Wei's side can pass the test.

If not, then you have to do a backup plan.

Bill took an unhurried sip of coffee with ice cubes before replying:

"Bill Marx."

The big back nodded and confirmed to the other end of the phone:

"Bill Marx, is he one of your bureau?"

The man on the other end of the line was obviously stunned for a moment.

"Bill Marx, I haven't heard of this man, are you sure he's in our bureau?"

Hearing this, the big back head immediately showed a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes, and his hand also touched the pistol on the side.

In his life, he is most annoyed that someone has lied to him!

But I saw this scene

Bill, however, remained unhurried.

He just sneered at the man on the other end of the phone:

"Boy, tell me your name, and tell me if you don't want to do it? Huh?"

Seeing that Bill actually questioned the guy on the other end of the phone, and also used threats, there was a trace of doubt in the eyes of the big back head, and the fingers holding the pistol were slightly loose.

Listening to the tone, this Bill's level seems to be very high.

If they get it wrong, the relationship between their Bloody Hand and the NSA will collapse.

By that time, his entire family would not be enough to kill Wesker (Chapter 26, the spokesman of the Bloody Hand at the high table)!

The guy on the other end of the phone was obviously panicked when he heard Bill's threat, and his high interest instantly withered.

He was betraying the NSA intelligence to the Bloody Hands, but he was doing it in private.

After all, on the surface, the NSA is willing to give shelter to the Bloody Hand because the Bloody Hand pays enough taxes, but the agreement does not include the sale of NSA personnel information to the Bloody Hand faction.

Because this is something that shakes the foundation of the country!

If he was discovered, he wouldn't be able to eat and walk around.

So he naturally didn't dare to reveal his identity, but did the other party really have so much energy? Or is this Bill bluffing himself?

Out of caution, he entered the name "Bill Musk" into an internal database.

In the next second, his pupils shrank into a dot.

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