After hanging up the phone, Barney thought about who could trust it, and thought with some dissatisfaction that Stone Banks and Blades were on duty at around 4 a.m. to monitor the Mexicans.

It must be Stone's decision to watch the cowboys and the Mexicans encounter, exchange fire, and not fire a warning.

However, he is not an unreasonable person either.

At this time, I knew that the Mexicans' purpose was to save a big reader. Even if they fired a gun to remind the cowboy, they would not escape while attracting the cowboy to the rock wall.

Instead, they would follow the cowboy and silence themselves, the trench and others.

Facing dozens of opponents, there is no other way except retreating.

If I return to the town, I don’t know how many people will die.

Li Chang, who knew this, had no reason to stop the trenches and Barney from protecting the town unless he left with the trenches last night.

But if you really do this, once there are too many policemen and residents in the town that die, it will be hard to predict what the Trenches and Barney will think in their hearts afterwards.

So, at that time, he could only let Banks and the other four stare.

The only thing that was unexpected was that after listening to Li Changheng's order, the Trench and others did not intend to alarm the Mexicans, and the matter was disrupted by four cowboys patrolling the ranch.

He was already hiding in the air patrol airport, and he saw Stone Banks and Blades coming from the canyon at the base.

It is natural to think that this group of Mexicans will take the initiative to attack the town like in the movie.

His subordinates were attacked and he refused to save him. In the future, he would not be able to command the first generation of suicide squads and the logistics personnel in the base.

Li Changheng is of course a subordinate who is facing revenge.

Naturally, people check Mustang fighter jets, fill with fuel and ammunition, and are ready to take off and attack any enemy at any time.

Now that Gabriel is dead, all that remains is to kill his whole family.

Anyway, it just costs some money.

Even if you can't do anything, you can hide in London and Hong Kong and Kowloon to be the mastermind behind the scenes.

I don’t believe that the 10 million US dollars these days will not kill the Cordis family.

Ten million is not enough, only twenty million.

Anyway, I don’t have a fixed territory and can hide around the world at will.

But if the Cordis family leaves Mexico and loses their own business, they don’t need Li Changheng to do anything. Some people who have a grudge against them will take revenge on them.

Even if you hire dozens or hundreds of elite retired American and Vietnam War elites to capture the Cordis family's lair, you may not only not lose money, but you will have to worry about how to transport a lot of cash out.

The only thing that makes people thank you is that the Cordis family makes a living in Mexico, not Colombia.

Although these flour sellers are cruel and ruthless, they are raided by seals and green berets. The counterattack ability and reaction speed are definitely not as strong as the soldiers of the men.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, I checked into the luxury suite at the Leeds Carlton Hotel in Central Park, New York.

After taking a shower, the hotel housekeeper knocked on the door and brought a 5-60-year-old tailor in to measure his size.

Then he asked about the style, color, and preference for wide and tight cuffs. When Old Picture and Bonaparte were notified by Stone Banks on the street, he had already changed into a navy blue suit.

While drinking whiskey, he watched the professional tailor measure Banks and the blade.

I don’t say that my bodyguard is better to wear, but at least I have to be a handmade suit.

Seeing the old painting and Bonaparte brought by the housekeeper, Li Changheng smiled and waved, "It just so happens that you all come here to measure your body shapes and make four sets of autumn and winter suits and windbreakers for each of you."

"This," Lao Tu hesitated, but Bonaparte thanked him without hesitation, "Thank you, BOSS, if you don't have a task on Christmas, you can wear it better and go home."

Li Changheng laughed, "I must go with my girlfriend on Christmas, it's hard to say."

Banks and the other four could only shake their heads helplessly.

Then the five went out for dinner together. After dinner, Li Changheng walked to the counter and picked up the phone and called Corleon Manor on Chang Island.

"Hello, I'm Tom Hegan, what's the matter?"

Hearing Tom's tone a little anxious, Li Changheng did not frown.

I thought to myself, could the godfather's eldest son Sonny just been killed?

"Tom, I'll look for Mr. Corleon."

When Tom Hegan heard this, he knew it was the sniper who often made him nightmares during the year.

Thinking of Mike Corleon's praise for this man, he immediately said anxiously, "Sir, wait a moment, I will inform the godfather now."

"Wait", when I thought that something might have happened to the Corleone family, Li Changheng, who was dressed in formal clothes, immediately didn't want to meet his godfather.

"I will send you a letter, remember to forward it to Mr. Corleon, and then I will call again tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, thank you."

After saying that, Tom hung up the phone without waiting for more words.

Then, from the front desk waiter who was driven a few meters away, he asked for paper, pen and envelopes.

Write down Corleon, ask him to investigate Gabriel Cordes' identity and family, and then if the information is complete, there is no error.

Then last year, the kindness of saving him and Mike Corleon in the hospital was written off.

Put the letter in the envelope and hand it over to the old picture who has come to New York to establish an intelligence network, almost a week.

He whispered in his ear, "Let the irrelevant people send them to Corleon Manor No. 4562 Long Island."

"I understand, boss."

Lao Tu took the letter, nodded with Banks and the other two without asking much questions, and went out to take a taxi.

However, he has been working in New York since he was a child, so it is impossible for him to know what the Corleon family represents.

Not only did I not have the idea of ​​exploring, but I thought about how to keep it secret.

He patted the taxi driver's seat and asked him to park at a telephone booth.

After thinking about the phone number in my memory, I quickly contacted the other party.

Come to sit on a bench beside the Pisda Fountain in Central Park.

Within twenty minutes, a man wearing shabby clothes, messy hair and a terrible beard, and at first glance, he was a homeless man coming straight up.

"His Majesty Boris asked me to come."

Lao Tu nodded with a smile, and gave Zhang Shiqiu to the table, but did not take out the letter.

Seeing this, the other party had no choice but to take out a gold coin, "I am a messenger who is restricted and protected by mainland hotels, so the current price is ten times. Is there any problem?"

"No more", Lao Tu took out a letter and a hundred dollars in cash and handed it over, "Manor No. 4562, Long Island.

If the letter is opened or leaked, I promise to pay 10,000 US dollars to buy ten messengers.”

The homeless man stretched his pupils a few times as soon as he heard this, and immediately understood in his heart that the other party also knew the rules of mainland hotels and how to restrict messengers.

What they are most afraid of is not that they die themselves, but that they are implicated in other messengers who have joined forces to make a living.

It is extremely difficult for people who live the poorest life and live at the bottom of society to trust people, but once they really have friends, they will also care about their fates.

"Since you are an insider, you should know that I am in the city. So, even if His Majesty Boris wants to read it, he can only find this letter from my stomach."

"Thank you," Lao Tu said seriously, and then threw out a gold coin that was the same as a homeless man. "The contract is reached and I will be delivered tonight, OK?"

The homeless man took the gold coins, touched his fingers and confirmed that it was true, and nodded, "I understand."
Chapter completed!