Black Hand Over the Sky

"Now, is there anything else you want to talk about?" Seeing that the purpose of today's meeting had been accomplished, and that there had been a few minor but harmless incidents, King was ready to close the meeting of New York City mob bosses.

It was just a pleasantry remark by Kim, who did not expect anyone else to say anything, but someone did, and for a moment the eyes of the whole room were focused on it.

"Mr. Wilson, I want to talk. I want to talk to you alone." Anthony stutters, cigar in his mouth.

"You are... Anthony, "King said, glancing at Anthony and quickly remembering the profile of the man in front of him.

No way. Anthony, though reclusive, was one of the more low-key of New York City's mob bosses. But as hidden rivals, gangsters know each other's bosses. What's more, the Anger Gang has been so popular recently, threatening to become a big gang, so Kim and a little thought, then remembered Anthony's identity.

"I didn't expect my name to enter your eyes, Mr. Wilson, what an honor. I thought a little man like me was going to introduce himself, "Anthony gushed.

"Nobodies?" Kim then smiled: "Mr. Anthony, you are no small person now. Not only did you handle the incident well, but the Angry Gang is getting stronger and stronger under your leadership. To be honest, I envy that guy James for having such a son."

"Is that right? It would be a pleasure to me, "said Anthony, rising, and coming over to him with gin and a surprised look, said meaningfully in a voice that could only be heard between the two of them," Well, Mr. Wilson, let's talk alone, now."

King then looked Anthony up and down meaningfully before refusing, "I'm sorry, Mr. Anthony, but as you can see, I've had a lot on my plate lately. If you want, we can make an appointment when I'm done with all this stuff. But right now... No. Of course, if you really have something you need to talk about right now, just say it, there's no need to specifically avoid other people."

"Really? Anthony raised his eyebrows. 'Anything can be said here? You know, what I have to say has to do with the East Europeans. Is Mr. Wilson sure he wants me to say it here?"

'What do you know? Kim narrowed his eyes and said, you know, in this matter, his hands are quite clean, did not see even the elite agents sent out by the fbi intelligence agency are in a hurry to close the case, to tell the truth, he really did not believe that Anthony this young gangster can find anything.

Anthony looked at King and puffed his cigar. "A lot of it, like their strength, their senior officers are actually controlled by somebody... And the fact that they were able to run away from those crazy Hands in the first place."

Kim looked at Anthony with a blank expression. He had no idea that Anthony knew so much.

At the same time, Kim also found that he had overlooked one point, if it was an official channel, of course, he would not know from the hand club that he had asked them to let the Eastern Europeans off.

However, as a member of the gang, it is possible to know something from the mouth of the gangsters. After all, the Hand and Jin are only cooperative relations, and there are many gangsters who have cooperated with the Hand. It is not out of the question to sell information that is irrelevant to them, as long as the other side can afford it.

"What do you want?" "Kim asked, lowering her voice.

"Didn't I say that?" Anthony said meaningfully, "Let's talk alone."

King gave Anthony a deep look, then nodded silently, and then smiled at all the gang leaders who were watching the show and said, "Guys, I have some personal things to deal with, so excuse me. I have already said hello to the party, if you like, you can take it away."

Kim then motioned for his staff to bring Anthony to see him in his office and left the room surrounded by several of his staff.

"Mr. Anthony, come with me, please," Kim's men motioned.

Anthony nodded and motioned for him to lead the way. Just as Anthony followed, another man stopped the gin who was following Anthony and said with a look of no refusal, "I'm sorry Sir, but our boss only invited Mr. Anthony. The wine party is over there. You can go and relax first."

Antony, looking the gin in the eye, went up to him and whispered in his ear, "Give notice, and do it in ten minutes."

Gin nodded quietly and looked at Antony with a slightly worried look on his face. "Boss, are you sure you don't want me to go with you?"

Anthony smiled and patted Gin on the shoulder. "Your boss is not a baby who needs to be protected at all times, and... Don't forget what I'm capable of, you'll always be there for me if need be, won't you?"

Gin, who had signed a blood contract, also responded, and unless Anthony was killed by a single blow, Anthony could be summoned to his side by blood contract if he really needed it. So he nodded his head and went straight out to make arrangements.

Looking at the back of Gin, Anthony restrained his smile and muttered in a voice that could only be heard: "Revenge is more fun when you do it yourself, isn't it?"

Following Kim and his men to the top floor of the Fix building, in a luxurious office, Kim and standing with hands and hands, looking at the night scene outside the window, at this time he did not look like only hurt.

Kim's men bent down to report, then stepped back and closed the door, leaving Anthony and Gold alone in the room.

It was only appearances, of course, for Antony, who had learned to read, sensed that there was another person in the room besides Kim and Antony, one who hid himself very well.

"Tell me, what do you want?" Negative hand and stand Gold and turn to light way.

Originally Kim and actually Anthony as the kind of extortion gangsters, want to use the information in his hands to blackmail Kim and give him benefits.

But Anthony was not angry at all, because the other is already a dead man in Anthony's eyes, Anthony has no need to be angry with a dead man.

He walked to the wine rack, put out his cigar, poured two glasses of red wine, walked up to Kim and handed out one glass of red wine. Anthony smiled and said, "I want to show Mr. Wilson a good show."

"Good show?" Gold did not take Anthony's wine, looked Anthony up and down, and then indifferent: "You know, I have very good taste, are you sure your play is worth my time?"

"Of course, I've been preparing it for a long time," Antony said with a smile. Then, without waiting for Kim to say anything, Anthony placed the glass of wine he had handed Kim on the table, glanced at his watch and said, "That's about the time."

Just then Anthony looked out of the window and saw what appeared to be a huge fire a long way from the Fix Building. Then, as if by agreement, the Windows of the Fix Building appeared to be ablaze in several places as far as the eye could see.

Anthony looked out the window, and Kim frowned slightly at the places where the flames were burning. Before he could react, the phone on the desk rang. He took it and heard an anxious voice from inside: "Boss! It's not good! Our turf in many parts of New York is suddenly under attack! A lot of heavy weapons being used! We can't take it anymore!"

'What? !" Gold and smell the words angry, at the same time he also reacted, no wonder so familiar, the original just fire place is actually their own territory, so a face angrily stared at Anthony and asked: "It is you! It was you who did it!"

'Are you satisfied with my act? Mr. Wilson, 'said Anthony, with the manners of a Western nobleman, and then with a smile on his face,' I represent my father James, who is recovering. Ster sends his regards, Mr. Wilson Grant Fisk! '