Black Hand Over the Sky

Mrs. Ko, one of the top brass of the mysterious ninja killer group, the Hand Guild, and the main person in charge of their drug line. When Anthony opened several new places, she was personally responsible for the negotiations. So Anthony and her have a relationship.

"Mrs. Gao, I heard that the Eastern Europeans once clashed with your hands. Is that true?" Anthony cut right to the chase.

This was known to many in New York City, and of course Mrs. Gao did not hide it, admitting bluntly, "Yes, the guys were pretty unruly."

"Oh? That's a little strange, 'Anthony said.' It doesn't seem very in your style to have managed to stay alive for so long in defiance of your hands. '

'It's...' Madam Gao's voice seemed a little doubtful, as if there was something to hide.

Anthony seemed to understand her concern, saying bluntly, "I owe you guys a favor. I don't need to know much. I just need to know why you let them go."

Then Anthony was afraid that she would give him any excuse, so he directly said: "Mrs. Gao, I have had their strength tested, they are really a group of desperados. But if you can protect yourself from your gangsters, you might as well tell me Tony Stark is gay."

"... Well, "Mrs. Gao finally relented, after all, Anthony's request was not too much." We could have easily eliminated them, but someone gave us a warning and we stopped picking on them."

"Who was it?" "Anthony pressed.

Mrs Ko smiled: "We have a work ethic too."

"I understand... Come to Caesars Palace sometime and I'll buy you a drink, "Anthony said, hanging up.

Although Madame Gao did not say so, Anthony could guess who had done the work. Hand club is not a person's face to buy, can convince the hand club to let each other go, pay more than just the interests, at least have enough strength. There are not many people in New York City who can have this kind of strength.

And with all the gangs in New York screwed up, who benefits in the end? The Eastern Europeans? The police station? The New York City government? The people of New York? No kidding! The only person who really benefited - Wilson Grant Fisk!

You should know that Wilson, although he has a huge force in the Mafia, is still far from the position of the Mafia emperor. If you want to truly achieve that position, then all the gangs in New York and even the whole United States are obstacles for him. After all, no one wants to have another master in his head for no reason, not to mention that the gangsters are basically some rebellious people.

Now, if you think about it carefully, his methods are very clear. First, by the hands of a bunch of Eastern Europeans, he muddled the whole New York underworld. And then he's the one with the authority to invite all the gangsters to solve the problem. And then the Eastern European guys finish it off by ambushing all the gang leaders who come to the meeting, leaving the gangs leaderless. In the end, he enjoys the fruits of a power struggle between the gangs.

To tell the truth, his tactics are not very clever, as long as the real people can see. But he picked his own very clean, in order to stop others' mouths, even let himself be attacked. And under his control, by unknown means, even the Eastern Europeans thought they planned and carried out the attack themselves.

And his plan for the New York gangs was a cunning one, he knew that if anyone could see it, money and power would be invisible to them. Trying to take over the positions vacated by the attack on his gang leader.

Now even Anthony suspected that he had somehow managed to get those Eastern Europeans there.

"Gin," Anthony said, stupping out his cigar, "you go to Wilson and check out their losses and what they've been doing all this time."

Gin nodded and left. Dismissing several senior officers in the room, Anthony sat alone in his office, waiting for news.

Soon, Gin returned the favor. As Anthony had predicted, though apparently the attack on Gin's headquarters was the one that suffered the most. But this was not the case at all, and his losses were minimal. Moreover, during this period of time, his petty actions have been constantly, and it seems that he has sent people everywhere to stir up trouble and stir up contradictions within some gangs.

"Brock," Anthony said, picking up the phone, "get our fighters out of here."

"The Eastern European side of Brooklyn?" "Brock asked.

"No," said Anthony coldly, "Wilson's side, watch all the important places in his territory for me, and when I give the order to move immediately, not a single one!"

"Wilson? Don't... I see, I'll go down and arrange, "Brock is not bold, but he is not stupid. Anthony didn't say it, but he immediately thought that Wilson might be the guy behind the attack on his boss's father. So he knew that Wilson's influence was huge, but he still started to arrange according to Anthony's request.

"Kim?" Antony, with a sharp look in his eyes, muttered, "I was going to spend all this time trying to nourish myself, but if you dare to touch my most cherished family, I will kill you even if you are a god!"

Just then, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

"Interesting!" Anthony grinned grimly. "Is that bold? A cocktail party? Ok! We'll see what you're up to!"

Night, Manhattan, Fisk Building, lines of motorcade gathered from all directions.

"Vincent, I didn't expect you to come to your gang this time, shouldn't you be your big brother's son?" In the parking lot, an elderly gang leader, smoking a pipe and wearing dark glasses, got out of the car surrounded by people and smiled at the other people who were also surrounded.

Not to be outdone, the mocked stopped the men around him who wanted to draw their guns, and glanced up and down at each other and said sarcastically: "Old Bill, it was you. What, there's no one left in your gang? Can you carry a knife with you, an old retired fellow?"

'Or else... You try it yourself? ' Old Bill stopped his own man too, then took off his sunglasses and said defiantly.

The same thing happened all over the parking lot. No way, there was a feud between the various gangs, and now the various gangs can master the death of the death, into the hospital into the hospital, without the constraints of their meeting has not drawn a knife, but also just look at the face of the master here gold and.

A lengthened Lincoln entered the parking lot, the door opened, it was Anthony and his people.

Surrounded by people, Anthony got out of the car and cast a cold glance at the crowd. Anthony turned his eyes to a security camera in the parking lot near him. Anthony had the feeling that Kim was watching all this through the monitor.

He must have been pleased with what he saw. But... He'll soon be out of his element!