"Let's go, we still have things to do." Ted took the lead and walked out of the warehouse. It was already noon when they returned to the stronghold. "Let's eat first."
"Okay." The few of them had been running all morning and were indeed hungry. They walked into the private room in the restaurant, sat down and ordered.
Ted drank a few mouthfuls of the wine in his hand and shook his head. "I'll go upstairs and get a bottle of vodka. Let's try it together later."
Frank and the other two exchanged a few glances after Ted left. They weren't idiots, and they were a little suspicious of Ted's sudden friendliness. However, when Ted returned with the wine, they didn't know what to do.
When Ted came back, he poured himself a glass and took a few sips. The suspicion in their hearts was mostly gone.
After pouring half a glass of vodka for the three of them, Ted raised his glass and said,
"Mr. Pushkin hopes that we can sincerely cooperate to find the murderer as soon as possible and reopen the business in Boston.
So you're lucky to meet Mr. Pushkin when he desperately needs you. "
"Hehe." When Frank and the other two heard this, the suspicion in their hearts was basically gone. They raised their glasses and clinked them with Ted. "Don't worry, we'll definitely find the murderer. Cheers."
"Cheers." The four of them finished the wine in their glasses in one gulp.
After drinking a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere between the few of them began to ease. However, a few minutes later, before the main course was served, Frank found that his tongue was a little numb.
Puzzled, he asked, "Why is this vodka so strong? I only drank a few mouthfuls and I'm already drunk."
The other two black policemen were just about to speak when they suddenly found that their bodies had started to command nonstop. Their hands and feet were starting to become numb.
The three of them looked at Ted in horror, who was smiling and drinking with a glass of wine.
Frank, who was the strongest among them, stared at the calm Ted and stuttered, "Why are you fine even though you drank more than us?"
"Idiots." Ted looked at the three of them in disdain. He took out a small syringe from his trousers pocket and threw it on the table.
"This is the antidote for the anesthetic. I just need to put my hand into my pocket and the needle directly into my leg. With a push of my hand, the antidote will enter my body."
Ted chuckled. "I forgot to tell you that ten years ago, my profession was a secret police. I learned this little trick in the first month after I entered the secret police school."
He stood up and walked behind the nearest black policeman. He smiled and said, "Well, you should be on your way. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for knowing too much."
The black cop whose chin was grabbed by Ted desperately tried to struggle, but the anesthetic made him unable to even raise his hand.
With three consecutive snaps, Frank and the other two had their necks broken by Ted without any struggle.
He stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the private room. He said to the waiter working in the restaurant, "Strip the three of them and throw them into the Irish's territory. Tell the Irish that this is a warning. If they don't want to fight, they'd better behave."
"I, I, I understand," the subordinate stuttered.
Ted was very satisfied with the look of fear on his underling's face. He smiled and said, "Have you found the two missing girls I asked you to find?"
"I'm sorry, sir. We've searched all the sites in the past two days, but we couldn't find them. I suspect that they've already escaped from Boston."
"Keep looking. If you don't find her in a week, I'll throw you into the sea as bait to catch sharks." Ted grabbed his underling's collar and said fiercely, "Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, sir."
"Send a car to take me to New York."
After lunch, Ted got into a Mercedes-Benz SUV. After getting into the car, he lay down in the back and closed his eyes to sleep. Although he was injected with the antidote at noon, the anesthetic still affected him more or less.
In order not to affect his skills, he didn't immediately go to see Vigo Tarasov after arriving in New York. Instead, he planned to rest for the night. This gave Vigo, who received the news, more than ten hours to prepare.
When Ted just arrived in New York, Vigo Tarasov was secretly meeting with his brother, Abram Tarasov, in a nightclub.
"So, you're really going to do it yourself?" Abram asked with some fear. "Vigo, you're crazy. Pushkin and the leaders of America won't let us go."
"What if Pushkin dies?" Vigo Tarasov said calmly. "Someone is plotting against Pushkin, and if Pushkin is dead.
As long as those leaders in New York are willing to spend money, the New York Continental Hotel will help us settle it.
After it's done, I'll hand over all the smuggled cars and oil business to you. You only need to pay me four times a month.
"Hmm?" Abram stared at his brother, feeling that he had to get to know his brother again. After a long time, Abram said, "I didn't expect you to be so ruthless."
Sitting on the sofa, he thought about the benefits after the matter was done. Previously, he paid 80% of the profits. Now that he paid less than half, he could get 60%. The money he earned would be doubled.
The temptation of money made Abram's heart move. He swallowed and asked, "Will Pushkin really be killed?"
"Haha, Abram, let's not talk about other things. If something happens to me, do you think Pushkin will let you go? Those people in the country aren't as merciful as us. They like to kill everyone related to their enemies.
You're my brother. If something happens to me, you can't escape. Even if you tell on me and I fail,
Your best ending is to find a place to hide for the rest of your life. Don't forget how many gangs from other countries we've offended in New York over the years.
As long as you lose power, there will be plenty of people who want to kill you and make a name for themselves. "
Of course, Abram understood this because he had done this before. A gang leader who had lost power was a big fat sheep in the eyes of some gang newcomers.
Vigo saw that Abram was beginning to loosen up and began to play the family card. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment.
When Vigo looked up again, Abram saw that his brother was in tears. "God, what are you doing?"
Vigo sobbed in a low voice, "Abram, I've reached the point where I have to stand on my own two feet. Ilsov was taken hostage, and a few days ago, someone pointed a gun at me and asked me to say something against Pushkin.
They were going to look for you, but I dealt with them. Otherwise, do you think they would let you and your child go? They've been watching us for a long time. "
Abram was grateful for Vigo's words. Although he didn't fully believe Vigo's words, he believed that the two brothers were being watched.
After all, the two brothers were already the strongest gang in New York. Once the two brothers were instigated, Pushkin's power in New York would be halved.
"Vigo, I have to know who's after Pushkin, and whether the person behind the scenes is worthy of our loyalty."
"Loyalty?" Abram had already turned to him, which made Vigo breathe a sigh of relief. "No, after today, we'll be loyal to ourselves.
After this, I'll give half of my wealth to the person behind the scenes as a reward. If they're not satisfied, I can give them all of my wealth, but I'll never be someone else's dog again. "
Looking at Vigo's ferocious face, Abram suddenly understood that all of this had nothing to do with family or interests. It was only about power.
His brother wanted to be the king of New York's underworld. For this reason, he didn't hesitate to cooperate with the devil and betray his master. He took his son's life as a hostage, and his brother and nephew's lives as a bargaining chip.
Abram cursed inwardly. Damn the desire for power. It seemed that he had to stay away from Vigo in the future, lest he kick him away as an obstacle.
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