Chapter 183 Who Is Your Enemy?

The voice was familiar to Harry, who had been working here for nearly a month.

Frank Custer was in the dining room every day of course he knew, the head of corrections at Hell's Kitchen Community School, the man who beat up three gangsters in public, the man who dared to put the NYPD chief's daughter in jail, A man who shaved the arms dealer's son into a naked pig with a harpoon.

He was one of the school's most famous staff, but he was left with a bad reputation for murder.

Harry hadn't officially entered the community school yet, but the legend he heard while working in the restaurant made him in awe of Frank!

Now the big devil of the community school is standing behind him, and he just said some stupid things about him, which makes him a little scared. How stupid it would be to be punished here, I'm just getting used to Hell's Kitchen, and I've just made a few friends!

Harry looked back at Frank with a stubble face and said embarrassedly: "Good morning, Mr. Custer, I can apologize for what I just said!"

Frank didn't say anything, just took a deep look at Harry, smiled a little grimly, and said, "No need to apologize, school starts in 20 days, I believe you will change your opinion of me. I am a kind person. Man, really!"

After speaking, Frank ignored Harry and Peter, took a few unsold buns from the old breakfast cart and walked into the restaurant.

Harry let out a long, nervous breath, looked at Peter, and said with some doubts: "Why is everyone afraid of Mr. Custer? I think he's not bad! I almost thought I was going to be beaten just now!"

Peter has some sympathy for his good friend, and Frank is staring at you. Do you still want to have a good life? But he didn't want to scare Harry, so he could only laugh dryly and say, "Maybe there is something wrong with the legend, Frank's people are not bad."

Shangqi looked at Peter and Harry like a fool and comforted himself, and at the same time he was glad that he had already passed the age of school and did not have to go to school.

Otherwise, he must be a frequent visitor in Frank's office by his own character. At home I always heard Jarvan describe Frank's office as horrific as a slaughterhouse.

In the dining room, Alvin saw Frank come in, greeted him with a smile, poured him a cup of coffee, and said, "I thought you'd sleep a little longer, your old bones look pretty good!"

Frank picked up the coffee without adding sugar, took a sip, took a bite of the slightly cold bun with enjoyment, and said, "There is time for sleep, but it's troublesome to find a hand and you need to hurry up, I'm very busy!"

Chief George came to listen to this. He looked at Frank anxiously, and wanted him to quickly say what he wanted to know.

Alvin was not in a hurry, Frank was a quick-tempered man who could never take revenge, and he was more anxious than himself.

Fox sent out the little girls Jessica and Gwen and asked them to find Peter and them. Fox brought a cup of coffee himself and was curious to hear what his boyfriend's enemy was like.

His former club, the Assassin League, didn't even block Alvin for a minute. I have heard of this Hand Society in the past, and it should be my colleague. Why does it sound so troublesome now?

Frank glanced at Chief George, ate the buns in two bites, took a sip of coffee, and said to Alvin, "Wait a minute, Steve is coming over soon, he's calling that female reporter. JJ goes. Where are you? Why haven't you come back?"

After listening to Frank ask where JJ was going, Fox pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "Temple took him away as soon as he came back in the morning. It is said that Temple knew about what Yard nightclub he went to."

Saying that Fox swayed back and forth between Alvin and Frank with scrutiny eyes, Alvin didn't do anything wrong, of course he didn't care, he put his arms around Fox's waist and condemned JJ's bastard.

Frank blushed and said nothing, drinking coffee with his head down.

Fox glanced at Alvin with a half-smile, then nodded with satisfaction, and said, "It seems that your performance is good."

As a person who has come here, of course Alvin knows what he is going to do at the moment. He has no psychological burden to sell his teammates. He said with a smile: "What good things can that bastard JJ do, who would want to go to that kind of place with a beautiful girlfriend. Going to a bar for a drink is a waste of time!"

Frank looked at Alvin with contempt, feeling that he was very spineless. But Alvin is also the boss anyway, so it's not good to not give her face.

While speaking, Steve came in from outside the door with a smile on his face. He seemed to be in a good mood, and it was estimated that he had made new progress with the female reporter.

Walking to the bar and sitting down, Steve said hello to Director George. He had a good image of Director George.

Seeing Steve's arrival, Frank put down the coffee cup in his hand, tapped the bar with his finger, and said, "The target of the hand union is the keel, a kind of bone that is said to be a dragon in mythology. Its function is said to make people die. And resurrection or immortality.

The Hand has basically concentrated all of its power in New York this time, and they will do whatever it takes to get that keel.

I got a couple of addresses, and in a while I called the bastard JJ, and we'd set off in the afternoon, and if we did it fast, it might be over in a day or two. "

Director George was very dissatisfied with Frank's brief remarks. Is it really okay for you to be so inattentive in the face of the enemy?

Taking the cigar that Alvin handed over, he lit it and took a heavy puff. Chief George asked in a deep voice, "How did you know? You guys caught the mouth?"

Frank nodded indifferently and said, "Yes, what's the name of a guy in Murakami or town, his accent is a bit heavy and I can't hear it clearly."

Chief George asked anxiously: "Where is he? We have never asked for a confession in the mouth of the Hand, but now someone has spoken and handed him over to me. We have many past cases that require someone to provide a confession to close the case. "

Frank glanced at Chief George like an idiot and said, "How do you think my confession came from?"

Director George thought about Frank's resume, sighed, and understood. Then he asked, "How many are there? Can you handle it? And who is the head of the Hand?"

Frank thought for a while and said, "They have brought in more than 300 killers from the island country, as well as people from all over the United States. It is estimated that there are more than 200 people. There will be no more than 600 people in total."

Alvin was a little surprised, this hand union is okay! If they can make up 600 people who can fight and dare to kill, what do they want to do? A war at the heart of America?

Chief George asked anxiously, "Can you handle it? That's 600 armed killers, not 600 chickens!"

Frank smiled grimly and said, "That doesn't make any difference, it's just the length of time it takes. As long as you get shot, you'll die, and you're afraid it won't just kill them?"

Steve took a sip of coffee next to him, laughed, and said, "Number is never a problem. The number of enemies I faced in the past was much larger and more terrifying."

Director George looked at Steve like an idiot, and asked jokingly, "Who was your enemy in the past? The Germans?"

Steve pouted and said, "It's better than that!"

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