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The next day Duke held a meeting within the gang.

Everyone under his command came to the conference room. At first, Duke thought that the blackhead's meeting would be in a dark place, where a group of people were discussing shady things under dim lights, filled with smoke.

In fact, this is not the case. This office building was the property of the Duke gang and now belongs to Duke. There is a very spacious conference room on the fourth floor of the office building, which allows bright sunlight to filter in through the windows.

A round table large enough for 20 people was placed in the middle of the conference room, but there were far fewer people attending the meeting today.

Now only eight people remain.

Duke, Bob, and the six guys who didn't go drinking last night.

Now Duke and Bob have put on decent suits, and everyone is wearing decent clothes. If you just look at their appearance, they look like the leaders of a successful company.

To an extent that was true, as Duke's gang's full name was Duke Transatlantic Cargo Movement LLC.

Duke Logistics for short, also known as Duke Gang.

As we all know, Duke is one of the most capable underground leaders in New York. He fought his way through Manhattan in the chaotic Hell's Kitchen, and successfully integrated underground transactions in several districts. He is a man who can divert missiles from the hands of the military. Then sell it to the capable people in the Aber world.

So in order to pay tribute to Duke, Duke's gang is called the Duke Gang.

Duke held a cigar in his mouth, knocked on the table, attracted everyone's attention, and then turned on the computer in front of him. Today's morning news appeared on the projector behind him, "It was reported that another shooting occurred in the Clinton District. , this time the crime took place in a bar. It is reported that the attacker was a young blond woman. No one was killed in the shooting, but three people were injured. The case is still under further investigation. Please see the scene for details. Report.”

Duke turned off the projection and used his index finger and thumb to make a bullet-sized sign in front of his face. "Seven of us died last night. Only Bob and I survived. Tallint also died. He was hit in three places in the back of the head, heart and neck." Bullet, I can't die anymore. Now the corpses have been cremated, and I am dead too. Someone stuffed a peanut into my head."

Tallint is another mutant under Duke. His ability is to be able to tell whether people are lying and to soothe people's emotions, which is a very useful ability.

But he was shot three times.

Duke patted his forehead, "This is a very serious accident, but the person is already dead. It's useless for me to say anything. Now I need to know who wants to kill me and what countermeasures we should take."

"Neil, have you found anything?" Duke looked at the first person on the right. Neil was the only person in their team who was proficient in computers. The Internet is now the most accessible news channel, so Duke first asked Neil what he had found. Discover.

"Bob said that the person who issued the mission was a man named Schroeder, and this morning a homeless man was found dead in the park." Neil pulled up the photo, and Duke turned on the projection, a man with a blurry face Appearing on a projection, "His skull was smashed with a hammer and his fingers were smashed so police could not identify fingerprints.

It is also impossible to restore his original appearance through AI, but we can compare his figure with last night's monitoring.This person should be Schroeder. Schroeder was last seen on surveillance at an intersection not far from the park, wearing an orange top and black pants, consistent with the clothes of the deceased. "

"Very bad, the lead is broken."

Neil nodded, "But we only have a few enemies, a few other gangs, and those new noodle shrimps from other places."

"Will the gang bring in a bounty hunter?"

"It's possible."

Duke nodded, yes, but not big.

"Okay, let's ignore this problem for now. You'd better pay attention to your own safety recently. We need some new ministers and operators to replace the dead ones. By the way, Bob, dead brothers Remember to send the pension to their families.”

"This morning I sent it according to the account number they left, but Talint has no family, so I sent the money to x college."

"Send more money to x college. The professor has been having a hard time lately. The military seems to be trying to do something again."

If Duke remembers correctly, the military has been trying to restart the super soldier serum program, as well as the extremist mutant elimination program.

"We are also very unhappy, boss. Hammer seems to have found a new way recently. The goods they provide us are getting less and less. There is also Stark. Stark's boss flew there in person last night. In the Arbor world, many of Stark's people followed.

So Stark's supply to us has been much less recently. "

"Wherever there are people, there will be wars. Don't just focus on the Arab world. Black uncles also need these things. Compared to the Arabs, they are willing to pay a higher price."

"They will only exchange prisoners and land for goods. Why do we need so much land?"

"Shut up Bob."

"Good boss."

Duke threw the cigar to the ground and tapped his fingers on the table, "The Punisher recently returned to New York. I hope everyone will be honest. To be honest, I don't want to face that guy."

"Of course, but the time for our next delivery is coming soon. If Tallint dies, who among us will trade?"

"Bob and I are going, you guys take care of your home and don't let it get smashed by some street tights enthusiasts."

"Boss, are you going in person?"

Duke nodded, "If someone wants to kill me, this is a good opportunity. I can't stay in the company waiting for someone to kill me. I need to know who is targeting me."

"Do you want me to follow you, boss?" The operators except Neil were replaced very quickly. This was the case underground. Someone might break into your home and take you away in the middle of the night.

Duke didn't know the man who spoke, but he looked familiar. He should be an old man who had survived many battles.

"Okay, remember to put on your body armor."

"Good boss."

Night fell, the transaction took place at the port, and Duke found the person to connect with them in a pile of containers.

"Have you brought the goods?"

Duke pointed to the big box carried by four people behind him. Although Duke could also produce some heavy weapons, such as rocket launchers and cannons, the current transactions in the country are still mainly light weapons. Heavy weapons are Too big and not very easy to transport.

"Stark's new automatic rifle is of better quality than Hammer's, but the price will be a bit higher. How much did you bring?"

"Don't worry, don't worry about money. We have done many transactions. You should believe in our strength. By the way, where is the person from last time?"

"He died. He died very miserably. There was a big hole in his stomach and the shit was punched out."

"Oh, that's too bad. He's a very charming man. I have a friend who likes him very much."

"male"

"of course."

Duke rolled his eyes in boredom, watching Bob start chatting with him in a familiar manner.