Chapter 722 Role-Playing

Manhattan, New York.

Hell's Kitchen, Block 36.

In the warehouse with the shutters ajar, three or five men with big flower tattoos were loading cardboard boxes onto the car.

The carton was tightly sealed with tape, and each corner was wrapped several times back and forth. It seemed that there would be no problem even if it was thrown into the water.

"Hey... did you guys hear that? Someone wants to buy this place?"

"Ha, it looks like we're going to have a free house to use."

"We are good people. If the new landlord arrives, remember to entertain him well, and maybe we need to discuss the rent."

While moving the goods, a few people talked about how to be a good people, and held a special welcome ceremony for the new landlord after his arrival.

squeak...

The half-open shutter door was suddenly pulled open, and the sunlight came in from the outside, causing the eyes of several people in the warehouse to hurt, and they closed their eyes in pain, cursing: "FK, which bastard is it, are you looking for death?"

Click!

The sound of a shotgun being loaded is familiar to anyone. The most alluring thing about my grandfather’s house since I was a child is to go hunting in the forest with him. This experience has occurred in more than 90% of the families.

"Damn bastards, who are you?" His eyes had adjusted to the light outside, but what came into view was a row of mafias holding double-barreled shotguns.

"Your contract has expired, take your goods and get out of here, the lawyer...it's your turn." Standing in front of several people, the strong man with tattoos all over his body, even his bald head, was full of impressions. It's like seeing a big mountain.

"Ahem." The lawyer in a cheap suit stepped forward, and the briefcase in his hand was mottled as if it had been bitten by a mouse.

In the United States, no matter whether you are poor or rich, even a homeless person must deal with a lawyer. If you can’t afford it, the government will appoint one for you. If you have any problems, you can go to the procuratorate or an institution that provides legal aid for help.

This shabby-looking lawyer came on behalf of the landlord. When he almost forgot that he still had this property, someone suddenly came to his door and said he wanted to buy it.

For the landlord, this incident was like a pie in the sky, and he picked up a sum of money for nothing, so he signed the contract on the spot, and after completing the transaction, he found a cheap lawyer to inform the other party about the transfer of property rights.

It's just a routine notice, and a few words can be done by any lawyer.

"I am the lawyer representing Mr. Madsen. I am here today to inform that the ownership of this piece of land has been sold to Midtown Renovation and Reconstruction Company. You..."

After a formatted announcement, the lawyer finished his task and left here in small steps with his worn-out briefcase.

No one in New York knows the name of Hell's Kitchen. Neither side seems to be a good person. Rush may break out at any time. He doesn't want to be hit by stray bullets.

No one cared about the lawyer who ran away. His task had already been completed. Several people in the room looked at each other and said in a deep voice, "This is Hei Ya's territory. If you want money, you don't need to worry about the rent. We are here……"

boom.

The man as strong as a mountain raised his shotgun and smashed the butt of the gun on the opponent's head. The opponent staggered backwards and stopped staggeringly.

"FK..." Seeing the boss being beaten, the younger brothers were about to pull out the guns behind their backs. The mafia member standing at the door grinned grinningly, and pulled the trigger while running forward.

…………

Li Zitao knew clearly that bloodshed was inevitable when he handed over this matter to Nu Ji.

The most indispensable thing in Hell's Kitchen is the outlaws. If you want to make these people obediently go away, how can you do it with just one mouth.

However, Li Zitao still underestimated the methods of the mafia. With 18 people in 3 days, the gunfire in Hell's Kitchen was as lively as a New Year's firecracker.

The New York police were on the verge of an enemy, investigating what happened everywhere,

Others speculate that a new round of gang struggle is about to start.

The Ritz-Carlton, Forty-sixth Street and Madison Avenue, Manhattan.

One of the most luxurious hotels in the United States, not inferior to the Waldorf Astoria, and the level of caring service is much higher. It is one of Li Zitao's choices for staying.

"Even if there is trouble, can't they change the way, or take it to another place to solve it, and let them be quiet?"

Sitting on the spacious and comfortable velvet sofa, Li Zitao looked at Paul who was bound in front of him, bowing his head and waiting for instructions, and said with some disinterest.

"Boss, those people are only superficially listening to my orders, but what to do or how to do when they are in trouble... How about using our people?"

Paul felt extremely wronged, the damn mafia would only cause him trouble, and he had to wait for a long time before he had the chance to follow the boss again.

Now is an opportunity to re-display their own value, but because of those people's reckless behavior, the boss dissatisfied: "These damned butchers should go to hell."

"Forget it, I'll call Nucky myself...give them another batch of M1911A1, tell them to be quiet, and I'll pay for the medical bills if anyone gets hurt."

After casually waving his hand to signal him to leave, Li Zitao grabbed the phone and dialed Nucky's number, and re-discussed with him about the 'demolition method'.

Although the mafia was responsible for it, Hell's Kitchen will fall into the hands of him, Jonathan and Tranny in the end. It's not clear that it's his own order to tell others.

Even a fool can see who is the winner. It is impossible for the mafia to have nothing to do and go to Hell's Kitchen to find someone to practice gun duels, right?

After Nucky promised to keep the people below as low-key as possible, Li Zitao hung up the phone, and there was the sound of water flowing in the bathroom.

After a while, Celia, who was wearing light pajamas and her breasts were exposed, came out of the room, her wet hair was scattered behind her, her exquisite and graceful figure was looming under her pajamas, her pair of smooth and charming long legs took a catwalk Come slowly.

"You little elf, are you tempting me?" Li Zitao only felt that the bullet was loaded, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at a 45-degree angle to the front, and the long-range laser guidance had been completed.

"What do you say, you damn bastard." Celia, who was charming and charming one second, with a charming and seductive face, turned into a shrew the next second and rushed over to sit on him, burying her head on his shoulder He opened his mouth and bit down hard.

"It hurts..." Li Zitao yelled with 'pain' all over his face. If he could put away his slightly upturned smile, this performance would be more real.

"Does it hurt? Then what can you do, come to FK me, do you dare? You useless bitch..." Celia said as she tore the pajamas on her chest, and the thin material was easily torn grow strips.

"Slutty bitch, it seems that you need a good training, FK...get over here, bitch..." The sound of vulgar abuse and choking sounded in the room, accompanied by the sound of 'papa' from time to time .

The bodyguard at the door looked at each other in dismay, and took a few steps forward with a strange expression, thinking, "The boss can still play, what is this?" Small theater, or cosplay? A petite and weak lady who is powerless to resist being raped? '

Knowing how to play, the two bodyguards are thinking about whether to go to the club and find a lady to experience it for themselves next time.