People are in American dramas, American Iihe

If you have money, you can say anything.

The fact is that New York is a city hardest hit by the proliferation of various specialty products.

God knows how much messy stuff circulates in the streets of New York every day.

Therefore, for the five patriarchs sitting here, Ding Ze's words are basically equivalent to a large amount of money.

"Mr. Ding, since you have the final say on Colombian specialties and Mexican specialties, will the price we get the goods be cheaper than now?" One of the clan leaders couldn't help but ask.

Ding Ze blew out a puff of smoke and said, "It's hard to say. I don't know the price. I don't care about that. You can contact John Abruzzi later."

Ding Ze didn't lie, he really didn't know the price.

"As far as I know, according to the rules of the Guadalajara Group in Mexico, the sales prices of these two specialties should be fixed now, right?"

Hearing this, the five clan leaders nodded together.

"Mr. Ding, the supply here in New York still exceeds demand. There are too many drug addicts and our goods are very tight," said a patriarch.

"This is simple," Ding Ze smiled and took out his mobile phone, "Do you have money? If so, I will make a call now and you will be ready to receive the goods."

When the five clan leaders heard this, they were immediately excited.

However, despite being excited, he was also a little worried, "Mr. Ding, if a large amount of goods come over, the DEA may be keeping an eye on it."

The smile on Ding Ze's face grew wider, "Don't worry about the DEA. I've already settled it. This time, I can make the DEA turn a blind eye. This is my second gift to you."

The voice fell into my ears.

The five clan leaders are all idiots!

Has the DEA been settled?

Are you kidding me!

Who are you and how do you do this?

The five patriarchs subconsciously didn't believe it.

There is no way, this kind of thing is really shocking.

Ding Ze, a drug lord and gang boss, managed to get rid of the DEA?

If this is true, if it continues, wouldn't even the American government be able to deal with it?

"Mr. Ding, is it true?" A clan leader couldn't bear it anymore and asked.

"Of course," Ding Ze smiled and nodded, "How about it, do you want some goods?"

"Yes!" the five clan leaders said in unison.

Demand exceeds supply! ! Do you understand? !

Since you can get a large batch of goods, why not!

It's all money!

"How many do you want? Give me a count," Ding Ze asked.

"I want two tons of flour and two tons of green leaves."

"I want….."

The five clan leaders quickly reported the quantity according to their ability to bear.

Ding Ze silently counted the numbers, without any ink, and called Felix.

The call was connected quickly.

"Mr. Ding," Felix said hello politely after not contacting him for a long time.

"Good afternoon, I'm quite busy here, so I'll tell you the business directly," Ding Ze said.

"Okay, you say."

"I'm in New York now. I had dinner with the patriarchs of five families here and reached a cooperation. New York needs fifteen tons of flour and twenty tons of green leaves. Is there enough stock there?"

"Enough," Felix was excited. How much would it cost for such a big deal? ! !

"Okay, then you arrange the shipment as soon as possible and transport it to New York. Remember, arrange another ship to put about one ton of cargo and send it to the DEA for investigation. I will arrange the operations at the DEA," Ding Ze Said in one breath.

"Okay, no problem, I'll arrange it right away," Felix agreed simply.

"Okay, let's do this for now, and we'll talk when we have time."

"Okay, bye, Mr. Ding."

call ended.

Ding Zexiao looked at the five clan leaders present and said, "Everyone, have your money ready and get ready to receive the goods."

The five clan leaders smiled happily and said, "No problem."

"Pleasant to work with."

"Pleasant to work with."

Look, money is such a good thing.

When time reached this moment, there was no tension between the six of them, but they were just having fun.

In fact, it's a little too enjoyable.

This is not.

Happy and happy, Gasby Farzen suddenly smiled and said, "Mr. Ding, thank you for letting us make a lot of money. I think, if you don't mind, let us solve the problem for the Morrison family. Save you the trouble of running around at night."

The other four clan leaders heard this.

Good fellow, you poor Gasby-Falzen didn't realize it. It turns out you are a bitch.

In the face of huge interests, the four clan leaders were not willing to lag behind, and they all made their voices heard.

"That's right, Mr. Ding, if you don't mind, we can just solve it. We need to be more familiar with New York after all."

"Mr. Ding, what do you think?"

Ding Ze laughed, thinking it was so funny.

As for how…

It doesn't matter, he's too lazy to run around.

"Okay, then come on. By the way, remember to get rid of the remaining members of the Sksay family as well," Ding Ze said with a smile. "When I came to New York to collect the treasures under Trinity Church, the Sksay family If they still want to rob me, every one of them must die."

Ding dong.

There is a reason why Martin Scorsese was killed.

Gasby and Falzen suddenly realized what happened in the early morning a few months ago.

"no problem."

"Guarantee that those Skerries will not see the sun tomorrow."

"… .."

In this way, the six people chatted happily, ate and drank, and had a lunch.

"I'll see you off," Ding Ze said as he stood up.

The six of them walked into the elevator together, went downstairs, and arrived at the first floor of the hotel.

On the first floor of the hotel, nothing has changed.

Six people walked out of the hotel.

This matter has come to an end for the time being.

Ding Ze returned with a smile, walked to the counter, and asked Charon, who was standing behind the counter, looking the same as usual and expressionless, "Do I need to move?"

Charon showed no expression, "The boss didn't say that."

"Thank you very much," Ding Ze smiled back, then took out a gold coin and placed it on the counter, "Sorry for causing you trouble before."

"It doesn't matter," Charon replied, taking the gold coin.

Ding Ze didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out.

His car was already waiting on the opposite side of the road.

Ding Ze got in the car and said, "The first thing we did this time has been completed. Let's do the second thing now, go to Wall Street."

"Okay, boss."

About half an hour later, the car arrived near Wall Street.

"Spread out and find more suitable sniping spots nearby. We'll come over tomorrow morning to bring some excitement to Wall Street," Ding Ze said with a smile.

The men had no ink marks and moved one after another.

Ding Ze was not idle either. He definitely wanted to participate in this excitement, so he wandered around, looking for a suitable place.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

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Accompanied by John Abruzzi and Vincent, Janet arrived in Las Vegas in the morning. She had just had lunch with some big figures in Las Vegas politics and talked about their stay in Las Vegas. The matter of opening a new reading place in Sri Lanka.

The result of the conversation... was not very good. It was far from what Janet expected.

Here in Las Vegas, the bosses of various reading centers and relevant figures in the political world are very close to each other, and they can almost be said to be monolithic.

The idea of ​​outsiders wanting to come here to get involved can't be said to be repulsive, it should be said that it is intolerable.

Because of this attitude, Janet and the three of them were naturally frustrated, and even felt faintly threatened.

left the restaurant.

Janet was a little angry.

John Abruzzi smiled, understood, and comforted, "It's okay, this can be done, it just requires some means."

Vincent lit a cigarette and turned to look around. Las Vegas, the city of money.

Vincent liked this place very much. He looked at it for a while and then said, "Call the boss?"

Abruzzi smiled, "I can guess his answer without having to fight him. Kill him. The political world in Las Vegas needs a new wave of blood."

Vincent was amused, "That's probably true, but this kind of action should still get his consent."

"Okay, I'll call him," Abruzzi took out his cell phone and made a call.

Ding Ze was holding a telescope and checking on a building on Wall Street when he received a call. After hearing what Abruzzi said, he grinned and said without hesitation, "Kill from the bottom up, kill five first... Before taking action, Tell Janet to go back to Miami, no matter what she says.”

When Janet heard this, she immediately had a smile on her face and said, "Ahem, Mr. Ding, what are you talking about? I heard you."

"If you heard it, you heard it," Ding Ze laughed, "Before you act, you have to go back to Miami, otherwise I will go over and deal with you."

Janet: "...I'm sorry, I entered the tunnel. I didn't hear what you said clearly. Bye."

Abruzzi was helpless.

You two are flirting, why don't you call me in private?

Do you need to do this in front of us?

"Boss, what scale of operation is this?" Seeing that Janet stopped talking, Abruzzi asked again.

Ding Ze thought for a while, "We still have to move there in the future, so don't make too much noise. Send snipers over there and kill them with less noise."

"it is good."

call ended.

Ding Ze continued to work.

The same goes for Abruzzi and Vincent.

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In a blink of an eye, it’s a new day.

New York, Wall Street.

As usual, all the big bosses in suits and ties who played money games were talking on the phone and hurriedly walked to the office.

at the same time.

Ding Ze and a dozen snipers, who were near or far away, watched and waited silently.

Waited for about half an hour.

Ding Ze aimed at a fat man in an office on the upper floors of the Goldman Sachs building, took a puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt downstairs, followed, picked up the walkie-talkie, "Are you all ready?"

"Ready!" More than a dozen snipers responded in unison.

"Okay, three minutes countdown, three, two, one, start!" Ding Ze said with a smile, and in the next moment, he decisively pulled the trigger.

So did a dozen snipers elsewhere.

Shhhhhh.

In an instant, more than a dozen fatal bullets flew out, flying towards the Wall Street elites.

Die, die, die!

More than a dozen people were shot, died on the spot, or kept wailing.

Panic immediately broke out in several high-rise buildings, and countless people began to scream.

Ding Ze looked very happy, and his men were busy loading, aiming, and pulling the trigger.

three minutes.

Time passed by second by second, and the Wall Street elites fell one after another. The surviving people screamed and fled, and the scene was a wonderful mess.

One minute later.

The streets of Wall Street were crowded with men and women who were in a hurry and couldn't decide which way to go.

These guys, who were usually very sophisticated and very good at cheating money, no longer had the calmness and ease of the past, only fear and peeing.

Ding Ze was still shooting, as were a dozen snipers.

Shhhhhh.

In each wave, more than a dozen bullets came out of the barrel, and they flew out from all directions...

This kind of thing is so terrible, who can bear it?

Another minute passed.

The entire Wall Street, to put it slightly exaggeratedly, was littered with corpses, with hundreds of people dead.

Ding Ze and his group are still going on.

Finally, three minutes are up and the joy is over.

"Let's go," Ding Ze ordered without any ink, put the gun away and went downstairs.

three minutes……

Both the police and the FBI are still far away and have not been able to reach Wall Street at all. Even there are no helicopters flying in the sky yet.

Ha ha.

Ding Ze smiled and shook his head, went downstairs, and immediately merged into the panicked crowd. He also screamed and ran away desperately.

Time flies by.

Ding Ze and his snipers all successfully left Wall Street, got in their cars, and left.

More than two minutes later.

Oooh, ooh, ooh.

A large number of police forces belatedly arrived on Wall Street, and the FBI was also dispatched, sending several helicopters hovering high in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, countless media swarmed in, extremely anxious, and hurriedly started live broadcast reports. Each one of them was like seeing a vulture of flesh and blood.

[Big news, a shooting occurred on Wall Street! 】

[Wall Street, the financial center of the world, was brutally attacked just now! 】

[The death toll in the attack on Wall Street is temporarily unknown, but it is said to have reached an appalling hundreds! 】

[There is most likely more than one shooter! 】

【…】

Wall Street is unlike any other place.

In this wave, so many wealthy tycoons on Wall Street died so suddenly...

This is no joke, this is serious news.

So, it didn’t take long.

Almost all television stations across the United States broadcast this news urgently.

Then, there was nothing wrong with it, and the whole country was shaken.

only……

This time around, the tone of the conversation was a bit strange.

This is not.

"Hahahaha, well done!!"

"Those who are sick of the sun, die well!"

"Who the hell did this? I have to give him a banner!"

"It's so heartwarming!"

"The killings are still too few, we should kill more!"

"Better kill everyone on Wall Street!!"

"..."

This morning, God knows how many people were laughing like crazy and extremely excited.

The whole United States, everywhere, is noisy.

In fact, many people who had been cheated by Wall Street managers happily opened the champagne.

a time.

In reality, countless people on the Internet are celebrating the deaths of those people in their own way.

Such a thing is simply magical and indescribable, and at the same time, there is an extremely clear logic.

Wall Street!

vampire!

Those bastards deserve to die! ! !

Because of this reaction.

About half an hour passed.

Various air organizations in Iraq, Afghanistan, and Iran have recorded videos and posted them online.

"The Wall Street incident was our fault!"

"Our organization takes full responsibility!"

"..."

The meaning of magical reality suddenly became much stronger. (End of chapter)