Meiman Killer Daily

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Manhattan, New York, is a place that can be called both heaven and hell. There are gold and diamonds everywhere here, but also corpses and blood. On the seemingly golden avenue, tens of millions of dollars rise and fall every minute, just like a tsunami. Even legends like Buffett and Bill Gates dare not say that they are stable and sure to win.

Wall Street is the name of a large street extending from Broadway Road to the East River in the southern part of Manhattan, New York City. It is less than a mile and only 11 meters wide. However, it is such a narrow street that reaches the end as far as the eye can see, but it controls the entire United States. Even accounting for % of the world's finance, it is known as the financial heart of the world. Legends and myths are often born here.

In a building located at the end of the lot, there are many men in suits and women in OL clothes. They are walking hurriedly on the street, working hard for their lives and their longed-for future. A man is wearing ordinary sportswear and wearing a Wearing a mask and a round casual hat, he was sitting on a rest chair, seeming to be staring blankly at the entrance to the building in front of him.

"Hey Charles, I told you, I didn't lie. I won't talk nonsense with you about that family's loan problem. I tell you clearly that there is no way you can lose even one penny from 00 million, even for their family. If you can't get it out, don't you still have a daughter? There are even two children, as well as the unborn child. How can a family of six people sell kidneys, donate blood and donate sperm to raise millions, right? Kidneys, lungs and even It’s the heart, I don’t care how you do it, it doesn’t matter.”

"Reeves Calkid"

He hurriedly walked out of the building with his mobile phone. The man did not see the person across the street, nor did he know that the person across the street took out a photo from his arms, looked at it twice, and then stood up. , trotted across the street. The words spoken by the other party were very cold, and the man reached out and patted the other party's shoulder without too much hesitation.

"Who are you"

"The Daves asked me to say hello"

"you"

The man named Reeves turned around, looked at the man in front of him with some doubts, and asked the other man's identity. When the other man answered, his pupils dilated not because of the name Dave, but because the other man held an exquisite pistol in his hand. , the intersecting colors of silver and black inlaid are like the disciplinary light of the angel of judgment under the sunlight. My eyes were stabbed so hard that I couldn't open them. After blinking, the pain took away all my consciousness and life.

嘭

"what"

"Killed"

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The hurried crowd screamed because of the gunfire, and people ran away in fear. Those who escaped from the killer might still be able to remember the man's appearance, but because they were wearing masks, they couldn't really see his face clearly. The rest Even if it spreads from point to point, the sound of gunshots and screams from one side will make people instinctively start to stay away from the place where the gunfire appears. Even the security guards on the streets will not leave their posts without permission to fight with a killer who does not know the firepower. Have a duel.

He walked calmly through the street, then entered the corner, which was the only place without cameras. He took off his clothes and threw them on the ground. There was another coat in the backpack in the other corner. He put it on and threw away his hat, then put on sunglasses and Xian Yuancao faced the wall more than three meters high, grabbed the groove with his arms and pushed upwards, and he jumped over like a spring.

On another street, even if the gunfire was only ten meters away, there was still a flow of people. During work hours, people did not care about who was dead or who was still alive. They were making money every minute. Money is for yourself and your family

The bar in the old city is only separated by a few streets from Hell's Kitchen. It is a favorite place for gangsters and gangsters. However, it is also a famous safe place. Even the police must abide by the rules here. It seems ridiculous. But the behavior is because of the bar owner Morse Griska.

This fifty-year-old man is still very healthy. He is a legendary gangster who has been involved in society since he was eight years old. His exposure to pornography, gambling, and drugs is like a passing cloud. He is still alive today. It's a very miraculous thing. You must know that in the underworld, especially in Hell's Kitchen, there are not many people who can climb up from the grassroots level, but as of now, there is really only one person who can live freely and freely for more than 40 years.

"Punch in"

"Peter, you came really early today."

It was almost noon, and there were not many people in the bar. A man came in wearing a woolen round hat, threw the hat in the trash can nearby, then sat on the bar and put a black card on the bar. In front of him, the bartender took the card with a smile and made a cocktail for the man, then turned and entered the backstage.

"Karls, you're not too late. How was your work yesterday?"

There was a voice behind me. I turned around and saw that it was Karls, who was rich and powerful. He was a truck driver, specializing in short-distance transportation. It is a very profitable industry. He only transports people without looking at them or saying any personal opinions. This industry is gray. The area is an area that neither the law nor the police can openly manage, and everyone who works in this industry has a boss behind the scenes. They also protect Karls like an umbrella in exchange for every transportation. The salary is divided half and half.

"It's still the same, but Dave's family is really miserable. Alas, Kingpin's men are getting more and more aggressive."

Carls ordered a glass of beer, drank it all in one gulp and sighed to Peter, because Peter's neighbors were the Dave family. Unfortunately, even the neighbors couldn't do anything to help under the pressure of 30 million dollars. Peter made Reply with a smile and a sip of the cocktail in front of you

"I just hope God can protect his devout believers."

Peter's words made Karls almost spit out, and he raised his middle finger at Peter. Faith is something that you say exists and exists, but you say it doesn't exist. Maybe it doesn't exist, but if you really regard it as a life-saving straw. , Haha, it is better to commit suicide by jumping off the building. Faith cannot be used as food, at least in the daily life of ordinary people.

"If you believe in God, why don't you give them five or six loaded submachine guns? I heard that the lawyer will come to trouble Dave this afternoon. I don't know if Dave can handle it. Forget it, I will still Work is about to begin.”

"Goodbye."

Carls finished his beer and had no intention of continuing to chat with Peter. He looked at the time on his wrist, stood up and left the bar waving his hands. The waiter who entered the backstage showed up again, still smiling at him. Peter bowed and made a sign of invitation.

The door to the backstage compartment of the bar opened. Two muscular men at least 1.9 meters tall, wearing bloated suits that were about to explode. They looked at Peter solemnly in black sunglasses and made way for a gap. Peter then reluctantly walked in. It wasn't too big. An old man was sitting in the center of the small room, with a complete set of tea sets in front of him. As a layman, Peter couldn't tell the difference between good and bad.

"By letting you drink these things, you are simply throwing the best food to the pigs."

I sat down and picked up a small teacup on the tea table. One gulp of it did not quench my thirst. I smashed my mouth and stretched out my hand to continue to take the remaining teacup. However, the old man slapped the back of his hand to stop me. I heard the old man's dissatisfied words. Hehehe smiled apologetically, and the old man continued the tea ceremony leisurely. A woman wearing OL clothes walked out of another door in the corner, came to Peter and the old man, and placed a not too heavy envelope on the table. superior.

"Kingpin probably won't retaliate, but if he retaliates, you can continue to retaliate. Dave sold his truck. It was worth 100,000 US dollars for 30 million. I really don't understand why you changed your mind. Use This is a way to do good things.”

Peter took the envelope over, counted the amount of money inside, listened to the old man's words, shook his head and explained.

"I just want to find another way to kill people, I have no other ideas."

"It's up to you. Anyway, there are a lot of crazy people this year. You are not the weirdest one. Lester has come back and was hired by Kingpin. Kingpin also wants to hire you. The mission starts with two million yuan. Can you go? Ah, he made it clear, only kill the bad guys and not the good guys, and of course not kill the so-called good guys with your own hands."

The old man looked at the man in front of him. He seemed to be very mature at the age of 27 or 28. The Asian face was plain and his figure was only over 1.8 meters tall. His capable body was all muscular, but he still looked a little thin. He was an Oriental. With such characteristics, who would have thought that he is such a person. Now he is one of the most famous killers in the United States, and he is also the most bizarre killer. He only kills bad guys and charges a lot of money.

"Forget it, I'm afraid my hands will be itchy and I'll jump him."

Kingpin is the most powerful leader of the underworld organization in South America. He is known as the underground emperor and dominates the United States. There is almost nothing in the underworld that the other party dares to do or is not involved in. He is cold, cold-blooded, cruel, rich in means, and as rich as the enemy. , of course, the most important thing is that he is not a good person, and even if he has money, he has too many ideas now.

"Hehehe, if someone offered to kill Kingpin, how much do you think you would charge?"

The old man picked up the teacup and tasted the aroma of the tea. It took about ten seconds before he drank all the tea in the teacup. It was quite painful to watch. Maybe he really didn't know how to taste tea, so he found it troublesome. This kind of hobby is really It was too time-consuming. I just answered casually and counted the money. Fifty thousand US dollars is just a bullet. No matter how you calculate it, it is quite worth it.

"It must be 100 million no matter what. This small goal still has to be achieved. Remember to come to me next time you have a job."

"There is an order for 250 million, do you want to take it?"

Peter stood up and was about to leave when the old man's voice came from behind him. He turned around and asked curiously.

"Who is so valuable as president?"

"Tony Stark."

"Keep it for now, I'm leaving first."

"Remember to reply to me when you have figured it out. I finally found two targets. There is still room for discussion with Kingpin."

"Well, thanks."