Chapter 219

Daisy put down her fingers and returned to the table with her fork. She ended the hint.

"The president or you, let James Wesley be the vice president, take over some daily work, I'll go to sleep for a while, call me at the place."

"All right, waiter, get Miss Johnson a towel quilt." Justin into the role soon, although there is no Nadou worship, but also positioning himself in the role of the dog.

When Daisy was flying to California, James Wesley, a former Mafia strategist, took over the job of vice president. After a busy afternoon, he kept meeting with various senior executives of hammer's military industry. With the support of daisy and Justin and his own ability, he soon stabilized the situation.

It's no surprise that the leaders of hammer's military industry have no sense of responsibility.

Near the end of work, he received a phone call. After several hesitations, he decided to go to the appointment.

As the president of Skye data and Skye pictures, Mr. James has more than ten million dollars in salary, equity dividends, and gray income. Now he has officially joined the army of hammer, and his wealth can be doubled. Daisy is very generous to her cronies.

Without a bodyguard, he drove a Ford into the hell kitchen alone. He looked at the familiar and strange streets, at those angry or scared eyes. He had mixed feelings in his heart. How many years had he not returned here? In fact, it's only two years, but it's like the last life.

Wearing a stiff suit and shiny shoes, walking on the road full of sewage, he felt that he was out of place with here.

Open the door of a restaurant. He used to be a frequent visitor and stayed here longer than at home. But now the interior decoration makes him feel a little confused, like walking into a strange place.

Walking down the stairs into the basement, the dim yellow light made him frown slightly. He was not used to everything. The environment that used to be natural now seems to be a torment.

However, he arranged his suit and gently pushed open the wooden door of the basement.

From narrow stairs to dilapidated wooden doors, all of these things suddenly come to light after the wooden doors are opened. There is an underground space of more than 500 square meters, and many gang members are drinking, playing cards and bragging.

When they saw James walking in, some people rushed to get a gun, but some old people knew James and stopped his companion's recklessness.

It seems very big. They'd better pretend they can't see it.

"James, my friend!" Standing two meters tall and as strong as a thick wall, Wilson Fiske, a white man known by the underworld as kingpin, slowly approached James with a low voice and serious expression. He opened his arms and gave him a hug.

Jin Bing is introverted and his voice is always thick. It is difficult to judge his likes and dislikes from his external performance.

James is not worried that the other party will poison him, because he has always regarded Kim as a friend, which has never changed. I think the other party must have the same idea.

Their hugs were quite warm, and there was no drama of broken tendons, which made the soldiers unable to understand for a while.

Regardless of the opinions of the soldiers below, they went into kingpin's office, or James's office before.

Two years later, when he walked into this not so spacious room again, James had mixed feelings. King didn't destroy the layout here, and everything seemed to stay in yesterday.

But there is another man in the office today. He is wearing a tight blue combat suit, white wristbands and white boots. The most striking thing is that there is a target like disc on his forehead.

The man leaned against the wall and looked at James for a while. He seemed to think he was ordinary and didn't see any special talent.

"James, this is Lester, code eye. This is my best friend, James Wesley Kim also made an introduction to the two.

James tried to shake hands without looking at him. He played two cards for himself.

Kim frowned slightly and motioned James to sit down. They talked about their friendship in the past. Kim seldom spoke at such a long time. When it came to the dry end, they had to get to the point.

"Will you come back?" Kim's tone was firm and powerful, with no embellishment.

James is a little bit not used to this way of speaking, he said a lot of Euphemism: "I also want to continue to prove their value."

One side of the target eye "hum", in the hand of the card thrown to the distance of the wooden target, the card with a strange angle, directly in the throat of the target, the threat does not hide.

"James is my friend. You've gone too far." Kim turned back and yelled, his target eyes drooping, as if nothing had happened.

"Come to me whenever you are in trouble." Kim made a solemn commitment.

He didn't look for James this time for the sake of reminiscence and courtship, but for more purposes.

Kim also considered the sentence: "I came back from Spain, now I need a lot of weapons, I don't know you..."James didn't refuse his old friend's request. He crossed his fingers on the table and said, "how much do you want? What kind of weapons do you need? "

"The more, the better." Kim doesn't know James's current position. All he knows is that his subordinates have been keeping an eye on hammer all afternoon. James hasn't come out of the office.

"Ha ha." Seeing his old friends and boss come to buy arms, James has a sense of confusion.

"Fisk." He still used the old name: "you give me a number of people who need to be armed, I will allocate a batch of weapons to you."

Even after only one afternoon, James had already mastered a lot of authority of hammer military industry, and allocated some weapons easily.

He thinks it's a small matter, but others don't think so. "Don't you have to ask your new boss?" he said

James has been a gangster for most of his life. He is not a bully. Although he fights with five scum, he knows that Kim will not attack him and will protect him, so he is not afraid of any target.

He sneered: "what weapons do you want to buy? Tomahawk? Or Hellfire, rattlesnake? Or a submarine? These things only need Miss Johnson's approval. If not, I can decide. If you need, I can transfer two armored personnel carriers and armed helicopters to you within my authority, but I don't think those things are of great use in the streets. "

Kim doesn't need missiles. It's too stimulating for the nerves of big people. The gang struggle won't use such extreme weapons. As for submarines, let alone free gifts, he has no place to use.

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