In the dark room, a refined man in a suit pushed open the door.
Ignoring the fully armed Russian in the room, the refined man slowly walked into the room.
A short-haired Russian stood in the depths of the room.
He looked at the charred corpse on the table, his expression a little dazed.
The refined man looked at the corpse and said calmly,"" Vladimir, my employer sends his condolences to you. He is deeply sorry for your brother's death. However, there are some things that we still need to discuss.”
After a few seconds, Vladimir turned to look at him.
"Jin Bing wants to talk. He should come over himself instead of sending you, his assistant, to brush me off.”
"I'm sorry, my employer encountered some issues and couldn't make it, but he's already given full authority to deal with it.”
Vladimir came to the front of the refined man, his eyes cold and sharp, like a violent brown bear, and his entire body was filled with anger."I told you to let Fishker talk to me personally, not one of his dogs!”
The refined man narrowed his eyes and said calmly,"" Please don't mention this name."
"Oh? Are you talking about Jin Bing or Wilson Fishker?”
Vladimir's eyes were cold as he glared at the refined man. As the leader of the Russian gang, he was never afraid of anyone, including Jin Bing, who was now famous.
He pointed at the refined man's chest with his finger, and the huge force pushed the refined man back a few steps."Your name is Wesley, right? Tell Fishker that if he wants to talk seriously, he can come to me himself. Don't use such a perfunctory attitude!”
Wesley wasn't angry at Vladimir's treatment, and he calmly adjusted his collar.
"Since you don't want to talk about work, let's talk about personal matters.”
"Regarding the two attackers who blew up the warehouse, my employer has already sent people to investigate some information and locked onto the identity of one of the attackers. I believe that we will be able to find out the identity of the other attacker soon.”
" What did you say?!"
Hearing his words, Vladimir suddenly took a step forward and glared at Wesley.
"Tell me, who is that damn attacker!”
"Don't worry, I can understand your anger. After all, we've sacrificed a lot of people and lost a batch of goods. You're not the only one who wants to find the two attackers.”
Wesley didn't answer Vladimir's question and continued,""You should learn to control your anger. I know that your brother's death has made you feel very uncomfortable, but some things can't be avoided.”
"Mrs. Gao and Mr. Xin already know about your brother's death. They think that you're missing a strong helper, and your business will be affected. They plan to re-evaluate you. They think that you might not be able to do some jobs anymore.”
Holding back his eagerness to know the attacker's thoughts, Vladimir gritted his teeth and said,""Why didn't I know about this?"
"Because we were discussing it in private.”
Wesley smiled." Fortunately, my employer is willing to help you regain your footing. For example, he can assist you in some missions that require additional services."
"Fishker wants to take over my job!？”
Without waiting for Wesley to finish, Vladimir exposed their true motive with reddened eyes.
Mrs. Gao, Wang Xin, Li Lan and Jin Bing.
And the two Russian brothers, Vladimir and Anatoly.
They were all gang leaders from Hell's Kitchen, but they did not have any conflicts with each other. Instead, they chose to join forces to carry out criminal activities. They each completed different tasks to achieve non-conflict and unified distribution of benefits.
Vladimir and Anatoly were mainly responsible for transportation.
Wesley was right about one thing.
Because there were two people, Vladimir and Anatoly could manage more territories together. Now that Anatoly was dead, the territory he left behind temporarily became unmanaged, which seriously affected the common interests of their gang alliance.
From Vladimir's point of view, Kim was not interested in the territory left behind by his brother. What bullshit assistance? He clearly wanted to take over Anatoly's transportation work. This was undoubtedly trying to dig out a big piece of meat from the Russian mafia.
Wesley didn't deny it. Smiling, he said,""This is only for the common interest of everyone. It's beneficial to both sides.”
"To hell with the benefits!"
Vladimir roared furiously,""What a big appetite. He wants to take half of my territory?”
"Get lost! Tell Fishker that this is impossible! Don't even think about threatening me with information about the two attackers. I don't need his help to find those two damn fellows!!”
Wesley took out a white handkerchief and wiped away the saliva that Vladimir had spat on his face.
" I hope you will consider it seriously. My employer is waiting for your reply.”
......
"Thump! Thump!"
After a series of knocks, Wesley entered the office.
He looked at the huge figure on the desk and reported respectfully,"Vladimir didn't agree, but his hatred for the two attackers runs deep.”
Under the bright lights, there was a fat man who was nearly two meters tall. He was wearing a custom-made high-end suit. His body was huge but did not look round.
Coupled with his amiable face, those who did not know him would only think that he was a kind and ordinary businessman.
On the surface, he was the famous philanthropist of Hell's Kitchen, Wilson Fishker.
He had donated a large sum of money to the construction of New York and declared that he hoped to bring peace to New York that it had never had before.
Ironically, this philanthropist had another identity.
That was the underworld ruler of Hell's Kitchen, Jin Bing, who made everyone tremble in fear!
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