People are in American dramas, American Iihe

Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.

New York is really big, but that's about it.

Therefore, it didn’t take long for the Scorsese family to be attacked, Comrade Martin Scorsese was shot dead by a mysterious sniper, and the house was blown up by a mysterious man using an RPG, which spread to the other six major families in New York. , including the Falzen family.

Immediately afterwards, the heads of the six major families were all so happy that they wanted to open champagne to celebrate.

In fact, someone actually popped the champagne.

Who?

The younger brother of Philip Farzen, who has long since become a meat sauce, is now the patriarch of the Farzen family, Gasby Farzen.

GASBY -- Farrzen has had a rough few months.

On the one hand, he is not capable enough, and on the other hand, he led so many people to Chicago to deal with the Albruzzi family. As a result, he lost all his troops and returned to New York in disgrace. It can be said that his face was completely lost, and he became The laughing stock of other families.

In this industry, face and prestige are very important.

If these two things are lost, other families will naturally be ready to take action.

This has been the case in the past few months. From time to time, the other six major families will take advantage of the Falzen family's ideas and use their hands to grab territory and business.

Among them, the Sksay family made the most noise, as if they wanted to devour the Farzen family.

Gasby Farr had been having a headache because of this, and he really wanted to eat Martin Scorsese alive.

Now, Martin Scorsese was killed...how could he not be excited or happy?

Gasby-Farzen poured a large glass of champagne, then turned to the deputy beside him, "I still don't know which family did it?"

The deputy shook his head and said, "I have already asked my subordinates to inquire outside. The situation is a bit strange. The other five families have not made any move for the time being and have not tried to grab the territory of the Sksay family."

Gasby-Farzen was stupid, but he grew up in the Farzen family, so he wasn't that stupid.

After hearing this, Gasby Farzen immediately understood the meaning, "Did outsiders do it?"

"At present, it seems that it is possible," the deputy replied, "otherwise, the family that took action would not have made any movement at this time."

The voice fell into my ears.

Gasby Falzen's heart was slightly shaken, and he became a little nervous. He looked at the window subconsciously, then quickly moved and walked behind the wall to ensure that the sniper could not see him from the outside. "Strengthen your defenses, let's Our snipers find vantage points and remain vigilant."

"Okay," the deputy responded simply, then took out the walkie-talkie and ordered to go down.

After giving the order, the deputy asked Gasby Falzen, "Boss, do you think the group of people who killed Martin Scorsese will come to us?"

Gasby Farrzen nodded, with a serious look on his face, "If it was really an outsider who did it, then it is very possible. Maybe that group of people came to conquer territory."

This is not a complicated matter.

The underground world of New York has long been established.

If external forces want to get involved, it is true that there are many ways. But compared to other methods, it is obviously more efficient and more profitable to directly kill one or several original families and replace them with thunder.

Gasby-Farr did not dare to be on guard.

This is a matter of life.

Who dares to be careless?

almost the same time.

The patriarchs of the other five families also made the same arrangement, and no one dared to joke with their own lives.

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the other side.

Ding Ze had had enough of watching the show and asked the driver to drive, "Come on, take me to the New York Public Library."

The driver was stunned for a moment. He really couldn't follow Ding Ze's thoughts. What was he doing in the library so late?

"Boss?" the driver couldn't help but ask.

Ding Ze smiled and said, "New York is very interesting, let's go."

Ding Ze had already checked online before.

New York does have a Continental Hotel.

So, now that you are here, why not go to the Continental Hotel and enjoy the style of Comrade John Wick?

Ding Ze had said so, and the driver didn't dare to say anything more. He drove obediently and relied on the map to move to the New York Public Library.

Arrive at the library door.

"You guys wait here, I'll be back as soon as I go," leaving these words behind, Ding Ze got out of the car alone and walked quickly towards the library.

His target is the second floor.

He was going to get the gold coins hidden in the book by Comrade John Wick, and then go to the Continental Hotel to have fun and meet Charon and Winston.

Hehe, how interesting.

Everything went very smoothly.

It didn't take long for Ding Ze to find the specific book, flip it open, open the mezzanine, take out the five gold coins inside, restore the book, put it back in its original place, and stroll out.

Got in the car.

"Go to the Continental Hotel, the address is xxx," Ding Zeru said to the driver.

The driver didn't hesitate.

About twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the Continental Hotel.

"You guys find a place to stay nearby and wait for my call." After saying this, Ding Ze got out of the car, picked up his simple luggage, turned around and looked at the famous Continental Hotel.

After watching for a while, Ding Ze walked up the stairs and walked into the Continental Hotel.

At this time in the evening, there were many killers sitting in the lobby of the Continental Hotel who were very idle and looked very cool.

Ding Ze smiled and walked, walked to the counter, looked at Comrade Charon behind the counter, and smiled, "One room, thank you."

After speaking, Ding Ze took out a gold coin and placed it on the counter.

Charon, with his usual dark face, took away the gold coins and said, "How many days do you need to stay?"

"About five days," Ding Ze smiled back.

"Okay," Charon Maliao operated. After a moment, he handed a key to Ding Ze, "Room 309, I wish you a pleasant stay."

"Thank you," Ding Ze took the key and turned around to walk to the elevator.

Suddenly, at this moment.

A tall figure walked into the Continental Hotel.

Ding Ze caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, turned around decisively, looked straight at the figure, which was John Wick, and was happy.

This world is really interesting.

When he comes, John Wick comes.

In other words, John Wick's car has been stolen and the dog has been killed. Is this guy coming here to start the legendary story of repaying my dog's life?

Ding Ze thought for a while, and immediately stopped rushing upstairs. He walked to an empty seat next to him, sat down, lit a cigarette, and looked at John Wick with a generous smile.

Wearing a suit and leather shoes, John Wick has a tall figure and long flowing hair. What should I say is that he is really handsome.

Ding Ze really likes it.

As a top killer, John Wick naturally noticed Ding Ze's gaze and was a little confused. He walked up to Ding Ze and stopped, "Do I know you?"

Ding Ze shook his head and replied with a smile, "I don't think I know you. I just came to New York, but I know you, John Wick."

John Wick nodded, and just like in the movie, he cherished his words like gold. Without another word, he walked straight to the counter. Charon's face was still dark and expressionless, but his tone was much more polite.

Soon, Charon opened the room for John Wick and handed over the key.

John Wick took the key and walked slowly toward the elevator.

"As always, you are welcome, Mr. Wick," Charon said.

John Wick stopped, turned around, nodded to Charon, said nothing, and continued walking.

Seeing this, Ding Ze smiled, got up and walked to the elevator with John Wick.

John Wick wondered.

Ding Ze kept smiling, "Mr. Wick, are you here to find the whereabouts of Yusef Tarasov?"

Hear this.

Immediately, John Wick stopped again and turned to look at Ding Ze, with an extremely clear look of chilling in his eyes, "Are you from Vigo?"

Ding Ze immediately shook his head, "That kind of trash can't afford to hire me. I don't belong to anyone, I'm just a guy who likes interesting things."

Seeing John Wick's reaction, Ding Ze knew that he couldn't be wrong and that the plot was fine.

So, before John Wick had time to say anything, Dingze said again, "Yousef should be at the Red Circle Club now. Vigo put him there deliberately, waiting for you to come over."

John Wick heard this and just looked at Ding Ze without speaking.

Ding Ze smiled and didn't care, "You can ask Winston, the result will be the same, then we'll see you later."

After saying that, Ding Ze raised his feet and walked towards the elevator.

John Wick moved and followed the elevator, "What do I call you?"

"Johnson-Freeman," Dinzer replied.

"Thanks," John Wick said, took out a gold coin and handed it to Ding Ze.

Ding Ze accepted it calmly.

Why not accept it? This is a gold coin.

"You're welcome, I'm happy to help you because I appreciate you very much." As he said that, Ding Ze took out his checkbook and pen from his jacket pocket, and with a swipe of a swipe, he wrote down a number that he should never change, and then The check was torn off and handed to John Wick.

"Mr. Wick, this is my number. If you go down this road, you may need my help at some time in the future. You are welcome to call me when the time comes," Ding Ze said with a smile.

John Wick did not take it immediately. He stared at Ding Ze silently for a few seconds before taking the check and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I like interesting people and things."

As soon as the words came out.

Ding.

The elevator reached the third floor.

"Goodbye," Ding Ze walked out.

John Wick didn't reply.

Ding Ze went to his room and took a stroll. Then he sat on a separate sofa, lit a cigarette, and called one of his people in charge, "In the name of Dongfeng Security, give the other six The family has sent an invitation and we will meet on the rooftop of the Continental Hotel at 11 noon tomorrow, I hope they will not be absent."

"Okay, boss."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Ze called Janet again.

The call was connected in almost seconds, and Janet's voice rang, "Hey, Mr. Ding finally had time to think of me."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Your yin and yang skills are getting better and better."

When Janet heard this, she hurriedly recalled it and felt that this was really what happened. She immediately realized that this was not good, "Hey, hey, it's just a joke. Don't worry. Are you done?"

"No, it's just at the beginning, and it seems that I will stay longer this time because I happened to find something very interesting," Ding Ze smiled back.

Janet was quite familiar with New York. When she heard this, it was a bit hard to imagine what could happen in New York that could make Ding Ze so excited. "What fun thing is it?"

"I checked into a hotel full of killers. Then, just now, I met a top killer who returned to the world of killers because his dog was killed. He wanted to avenge the dog."

Janet was stunned.

What is this all about?

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand," Janet said honestly, confused.

Ding Ze smiled, "You just don't understand, haha, don't worry, I'll explain it to you in detail. Once upon a time, there was a killer named John Wick..."

Idle time is also idle, Ding Ze talked while smoking.

After hearing this, Janet said: "...The people you know are all weird."

"Haha, indeed, the point is, in the next period of time, I will work hard to invite John Wick to work in Dongfeng Security, although the hope is slim," Ding Ze indeed thinks so, the hope is slim.

"I didn't expect you to say that, just do your best," Janet encouraged.

"Well, what did you do today?"

The two chatted for a while.

call ended.

Ding Ze thought for a while, then went out and went to the underground restaurant to get something to eat and taste the food of the mainland hotel.

One gold coin, one dinner.

To be honest, it tastes really good. It tastes pretty good.

After eating, Ding Ze took a stroll to the underground bar.

The bar is well decorated and there are many killers drinking and chatting inside.

Ding Ze went to the bar and ordered a glass of wine, and then walked straight to a man sitting opposite Winston and sat down.

Winston didn't recognize Ding Ze. He raised his glasses and looked at Ding Ze with a smile. "Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"

Ding Ze took a sip of wine and smiled brightly, "Winston, my name is Johnson-Freeman. I have a hypothetical question that I would like to ask you."

"Say, Mr. Freeman," Winston said politely.

"Suppose that there is a group of people who want to overthrow the Gaotai organization. What is the most effective way?" Ding Ze asked with a smile, "What I think is to mint a bunch of counterfeit gold coins and buy out the money provided by the Gaotai organization. Service, is that okay?”

After listening.

The smile on Winston's face changed, and he looked at Dingze quickly and carefully, "Mr. Freeman, this assumption of yours is very dangerous, but it is indeed very interesting."

As the words came out, Winston returned to his previous smile, "The method of casting gold coins is indeed feasible. The premise is that the counterfeit gold coins minted must not be discovered, otherwise, your life will be lost immediately."

Ding Ze heard this and took out a gold coin from his pocket and looked around. "This kind of gold coin is not complicated and has no marks. If it is counterfeited, it will be impossible to be discovered as long as the craftsmanship is superb."

Winston smiled, "Perhaps, the question is, in your hypothesis, what is the significance of overthrowing the high-level organization?"

"Let the killers and various families return to a state of disorder and kill again? Or will it replace the Gaotai organization?"

"If," Ding Ze grinned, "it's just because it's fun. You should know that some lunatics like to find excitement, challenge authority, and don't like to be controlled."

Winston blinked, "So, just for fun?"

Ding Ze smiled and nodded, "Yeah." (End of chapter)