Chapter 121

The three made eye contact for a while, and the other two finally turned their eyes to the leader.

Looking at the expectant eyes of the two deputies, the leader was angry and defeated.

Dog day, you are expecting me to die.

In front of outsiders, the leader was not easy to attack, so he had to squeeze out a smile. "Since Mr. Walter sincerely invited, the trip abroad will be postponed. I will stay here for the appointment in three days."

Hearing the speech, Billy finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"Very smart decision! Now that the invitation and Mr. Walter's meaning have been reached, I won't bother much and say goodbye. "

With that, he stood up and nodded to the three big men, then turned and left the office.

When the footsteps outside the door were completely inaudible, the three big men immediately collapsed on the sofa and looked sad.

The leader shouted desperately, "what should I do? What should I do? What should I do now? "

Someone said, "that son of a bitch Jason definitely wants to stab us. We must not wait to die."

Another humanitarian: "listen to what the man just said. Jason invited more than one gang leader. Why don't we call and ask others to discuss countermeasures together."

The leader nodded, "that's a good idea. The New York gangs have reached a critical period of life and death. In order not to be swallowed up by Jason, everyone must unite."

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Billy left the factory safely and returned to the car.

Franklin had listened to all the conversation through the eavesdropper. He saw that the leader had received the invitation, which represented that their task had been completed today.

He stretched himself and asked, "it's still early. Where can I go for a wave?"

Both of them wear ultra-thin human skin masks. As long as they don't take the initiative to die, they don't have to worry about being stared at by the police.

Billy said with a smile, "whatever. You can go anywhere after holding it for so long."

Franklin touched the cash in his pocket and smiled, "there's a 24-hour Club nearby. Let's go there for a drink."

Billiton smiled happily: "OK! It's your treat! "

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New York, queens.

John wick also drove a car and took one of his men to the gang stronghold. Their goal was the newly rich Mexican Gang, whose main business was hi grass.

Before that, hi grass in New York was monopolized by Mrs. Gao. After Mrs. Gao died, Kim sent Wesley to Mexico to win over a big drug lord.

But the drug lord was unlucky. When he first set foot in the United States, he was given a nest by the anti drug Bureau led by Stanfield.

Although aware of the complex and dangerous situation in New York, the high profits without middlemen making the price difference still make many drug lords in Mexico salivate.

After a period of fierce struggle and benefit distribution, the Gusteau family, the top three drug lords in Mexico, succeeded in picking the fruits of victory.

The stronghold of the Gusteau family is located in a civilian cave on the outskirts of queens.

There are simple buildings everywhere. The terrain is complex and staggered, and the population density is large. It is very easy to hide and escape.

John parked his car in a hidden corner outside the slum and asked his men to wear a bug and go alone.

The shabby and dilapidated dangerous buildings, the uneven ground, the dirty and smelly garbage mountain, and the desperate, confused and bloodthirsty eyes like hungry wolves.

Being watched by vagrants and poor people in the slums, his men immediately swallowed their saliva nervously.

The gangsters are so big that they naturally dare not touch Jason's Messenger, but these hungry, poor and crazy bottom residents don't care so much.

For them, if they can grab a few more dollars, they can live one more day.

Poverty and hunger have made them irrational. No matter how big a person is, he is a fat sheep as long as he enters here.

The eyes of those people became more and more fierce, and some even began to follow him.

Gradually, the crowd became more and more dense, tightly surrounding him in the middle.

Just when his men thought the task had failed and they were dying.

A group of dark Mexican Americans carrying AK47 came out of the dilapidated building.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? "

Finally wait for you!

If he was granted amnesty, he immediately took out the letter, suppressed his fear, and said with some dignity: "I'm delivering the letter for Mr. Jason Walter. I want to meet Mr. guster of the Mexican gang."

With that, he glanced provocatively around.

Hearing Jason's name, the poor people suddenly looked surprised.

Their eyes or fear, or doubt, finally turned their eyes to the gangs.

"Wait a minute!"

Hearing Jason's name, the gang immediately noticed the bad and ran to report to the boss.

Five minutes later, his men ran back and said that the boss agreed to meet him.

In this way, his men were covered in black cloth, taken away by several gangs, and searched him halfway.

More than ten minutes later, he was taken to a room with extravagant decoration.

He took off the black cloth and opened his eyes. When he recovered his eyesight, he saw a group of big men wearing T-shirts, shorts and slippers sitting around on the luxury sofa.

These people are the gustes in Mexico. They are really a bunch of buns.

He disdained these upstarts who made their fortune by planting hi grass without a trace of aesthetics and taste.

At this time, an upstart shouted, "where's the letter!"

His subordinates were slightly angry.

He now represents Mr. Jason Walter. These local drug lords dare to be so presumptuous.

My subordinates wanted to reprimand me, but when they saw the other party's bloodthirsty and indifferent eyes, they immediately felt their back cool.

He swallowed the words he almost blurted out and handed the envelope respectfully.

The man grabbed it, tore up the envelope in twos and threes, took out the invitation and handed it to Mr. Gusteau, who was sitting in the first place in a suit.

His men hurriedly said, "in three days, Mr. Walter will hold a dinner party and invite all the gang leaders in New York."

After reading it, Gusteau threw the invitation on the ground: "go back and tell Jason that the gang is busy and won't go to the dinner three days later."

His subordinates had expected that he would refuse. They immediately remembered John's instructions before leaving, and said solemnly: "Mr. Walter attaches great importance to the dinner party. If you don't go, he will be very unhappy. You should know the consequences of Mr. Walter's anger! "

As soon as the voice fell, Gusteau's confidant immediately fried the pot.

“FUCKYOU！”

"How dare you threaten the boss to die!"

"Throw him into the cage and feed the dog."

"Good idea. The dog has been hungry for two days."

As soon as the group patted the table, they rushed up to beat him.

There was some panic among his men. As soon as he wanted to resist, he was restrained from behind.

The next second, a heavy fist hit him in the face.

Bang!

His nose is distorted, his teeth are broken, and his face and mouth are full of blood!

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Thank you for the 300 reward of [6 mortal ruthlessness 9]!

Thank you for the 1000 reward of [three thousand worlds I hold tight]!