Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

"Mr. David, on behalf of the FBI, I would like to thank you for your contribution to New York. I would like to ask you to tell Mr. Pushkin that I will always be your friend."

Mosley shakes David's hand.

At this time, his face was full of enthusiasm, and he completely forgot that just before today, he was still the leader in cracking down on Pushkin's gang business.

Beside the two, the staff members were relaxed, and it was common practice to put McCall's body in a body bag and carry it away on a stretcher.

The two of them turned a deaf ear to this, without even looking at it, and continued to communicate.

"You are very kind. Of course we are forever friends."

David said with a smile: "In fact, maybe the next exchange like today will not be long."

"I am very excited."

Mosley's heart moved, thinking of the undercurrent that was targeting Pushkin's forces behind his back, he was secretly speechless.

He is an official official, and he can secretly help and insert knives, but he cannot rush to end in person.

Wait until the dust settles, and then come forward to clean up the mess.

This approach is the most appropriate, and it is a win-win situation.

The CIA makes trouble, and the FBI wipes their ass.

The blame belongs to the former, and the credit belongs to the latter.

There is no harm, and it may even help Mosley go a step further in the FBI's New York bureau.

Even Mosley's superiors would only praise him for being sensible, rather than scolding him for not knowing how to advance or retreat.

After all, as we all know, the FBI and the CIA seem to be at odds with each other, even if they are not deadly enemies, they don't like each other.

Mosley didn't know what to think of, the smile on his face became deeper, and the eyes he looked at David became more friendly, and he was just about to say something.

Suddenly, a fat man rushed into the separation zone like a tank.

The fat man has wheat-colored skin and is a typical Mexican. He is wearing a supermarket security uniform, with a look of horror remaining on his face.

He was very excited, and pulled Mosley to ask repeatedly:

"Officer, where is McCall? He saved us, do you know where he is? Is he okay?"

"Sir, we..."

At this time, the FBI agent guarding the isolation zone was quite helpless. He spread his hands and apologized to Mosley, indicating that he had made a mistake in his work and failed to stop the fat man.

"It seems that you are very busy, so I will take my leave. There are other things to deal with at home."

Seeing this, David waved his hand and made a gesture:

"Call me if necessary."

"Walk slowly."

Mosley nodded, returning to his senses and showing regret to the fat man: "Sir, I am very sorry that McCall died."

"what?"

The fat man showed an incredulous expression: "But, but..."

He suddenly jammed.

"You know that the enemy is very scary. They have advanced equipment and weapons, while McCall has nothing but an air nail gun. But even in this situation, he still rescued you..."

Mosley went on to say: "He was a hero and deservedly died. He is the pride of our FBI."

"He's from the FBI?" The fat man was taken aback.

"It can be said that McCall is my informant and usually helps me keep an eye on some movements in New York... He is a very good guy. When I heard the news of his sacrifice, I couldn't believe it was true... The FBI will give him the most solemn recognition...he will not die in vain..."

David walked slowly.

Hearing Mosley's words that seemed to be full of true feelings, he felt no wavering in his heart, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

On the road not far from the supermarket, Wesley was waiting by the car.

"Where's Teddy Renson?"

David frowned slightly.

"He's leaving first, he should go to Pushkin."

After Wesley finished answering, he turned around and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Go home," David said.

boom!

The car roared and slowly drove away from the supermarket.

"By the way, who is that person?"

Wesley's expression was calm, but he couldn't hold it anymore. While driving, he pretended to ask casually: "In the supermarket today, wearing a windbreaker, with a scar on his forehead, the person who took McCall away? You know what I said Who is it. I think he looks familiar, like Matt mentioned before..."

"His name is Bullseye."

David didn't hide it: "Pushkin went to see Jin Bin today, and Jin Bin agreed to help."

Wesley suddenly realized.

He probably also understood why David said that someone would help them deal with trouble when he led Matt to revenge.

It turns out that the relationship is here.

Wesley realized the key, and suddenly changed his view of David, feeling admiration.

It has to be said that David has a really wide network of contacts.

Only now did he fully understand why his father, Cross, chose David as his guide.

If it weren't for David, I'm afraid that he would be turned against Fox and others now, and he would still be bitterly thinking about how to take revenge on the Brotherhood.

……

the next day.

Manhattan Center Building, the highest floor, the headquarters of the joint company, and the chairman's office.

Wilson sat in his office and turned on the TV on the wall.

"Hi everyone, this is the morning news. Last night, a horrific kidnapping occurred in a supermarket in Brooklyn. The robbers kidnapped the supermarket employees and threatened... The FBI quickly intervened and killed all the robbers, but a detective The staff sacrificed because of this... The specific situation, we still need to wait for the FBI to further investigate and make it public..."

In the news screen broadcast by the TV station, the young and beautiful blonde female reporter is broadcasting live to everyone at the supermarket in Brooklyn.

TV reporters even got permission from the police to film the messy interior of the supermarket.

Blood all over the floor, fallen shelves, scattered goods...

It can be seen from the screen that this supermarket in Brooklyn last night experienced an unprecedented brutal bloody battle of blood and blood.

Wilson was expressionless, listening to the words on the news, he suddenly looked up at the door.

Boom boom boom!

The next moment, there was a knock on the door, and Bullseye pushed the door open.

"Boss, someone wants to see you."

He seemed in high spirits, with a rare smile on his face.

"Who is the guest?"

Wilson's tone was understated.

"People from the CIA, that Susan, she is waiting for you in the reception room."

Bullseye said: "I think I received the news that McCall died." After a pause, "However, he died well and became a hero. The people of New York will remember him."

Wilson got up, and when he passed by Bullseye, he seemed to think of something, and asked with a smile, "You're in a good mood, have you received the money?"

"Yes, thank David for me." Bullseye nodded.

"No, thank me."

After Wilson finished speaking, he walked out of the room and went to the reception room.

……

Meeting room.

Wilson pushed the door open and saw Susan sitting on the sofa, holding a document in her arms, her face was very ugly, her mental state was not good, she seemed to be distracted, and she didn't realize that she was already there.

Da Da Da Da!

It wasn't until the footsteps approached that Susan came back to her senses and looked at Wilson.

"I didn't expect to see you again so soon, Ms. Susan."

Wilson waved to the secretary beside him, and asked politely, "Coffee, tea, or something?"

"No thanks."

Susan took a deep breath and looked at Wilson with a sharp look in her eyes: "Mr. Jin Bin, I hope you can explain to me what happened last night."