"This is very reasonable. The Swordsman and the Mafia took the big head and left some fragments. On the one hand, they prevented the little things from being resentful, and on the other hand, they could also consume their internal strife. Why not do it?"

Frank nodded slightly, "It turns out that you are the best at conspiracy."

Hong Fei's face was thrust.

"Sanpao, how is the Fisk Group?"

Frank's face turned dark: "It's not like that, I sent an obituary, very low-key."

"Kin doesn't have any heirs, right?"

"Well, so I guess they must be fighting very hard now. Why, you want to get a kick?"

Hong Fei shook his head: "Of course not, it's too late to hide. If you can't bear it, you will be in trouble."

Frank then said: "The mafia did not get much benefit this time. The hand-to-hand association has too much appetite. I guess they will have a conflict in the future. I want to get this time ahead."

Upon hearing this, Hong Fei raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to pretend to be an identity and deliberately provoke it?"

"That's right."

"Reckless man!"

Looking at Frank's dissatisfied expression, Hong Fei said: "Do you think they are stupid? Don't forget what's going on outside now? The gangs only came out at night. During the day, so many policemen and the National Guard people did not have direct conflicts with the Mafia? Do you believe that if those armored vehicles were not ruthless on the street, they would have already beaten up their brains!

What you have to do now is not to provoke, but to wait quietly for the opportunity, and collect information about the people on both sides if you have time, such as your wife who slept with your girlfriend, and make some truths. When the outside world is in trouble, you can quietly stuff these things under their pillows.

I don't believe that those guys from the underworld can even stand this. By the way, remember to find someone with a high or low status. Those who are too high will inevitably have some concerns. Those who are too low will have no use. It is best to have bad tempers and impulsive personalities. If you get angry, it will be a collapse of the sky and the earth. Then they can't help but not fight."

Frank's eyebrows twitched wildly when he heard this, and after a while he put on a sentence: "You are indeed sinister."

"roll!"

The next day.

In the early morning, Hong Fei got up first and went to the rooftop to try a few sets of punches. However, today is different from the past. He could sweat in half an hour, but this morning it took more than an hour.

The comprehensive improvement of physical fitness is obvious.

After taking a shower and changing into a refreshing casual outfit, Hong Fei came to the bookstore and waited for the arrival of plum.

At 7:50, Mei arrived ten minutes early.

"Welcome!" Hong Fei stood up to greet him.

Mei was wearing a black professional outfit with a modest smile on her face, "Boss, I hope we can have a happy cooperation."

"That's of course, I believe in your ability."

Hong Fei handed over a bunch of keys and a box of documents to Mei, "There are room keys and rental contracts for the entire building, as well as some miscellaneous documents. Operating and managing a bookstore is your main job. All other rooms above the top floor are for rent. I will move out in a while, so I will hand them over to you. By the way, if you have time, help me arrange someone to clean the room."

Mei was a little surprised: "You want to move out?"

"Yes, I'm going to do some other business."

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Hong Fei always feels that Mei seems to breathe a sigh of relief.

Next, after the two of them handed over, Hong Fei returned to the top floor and felt relieved.

It is difficult to close the bookstore. After all, it is the legacy left by his parents. No matter how difficult it was in the past, Hong Fei did not change the bookstore into other businesses. There is no need for Master Hong, who is occupying the nest.

Moreover, the value of this building itself is limited, but the things buried downstairs are difficult to measure with money.

To be honest, Master Hong also wants to live for thousands of years.

In the following time, Hong Fei practiced his qigong for the rest of his time except eating and sleeping every day.

The suddenly strengthened body needs to be gradually adapted, the strength needs to be controlled, the speed needs to be grasped, and the endurance needs to be understood. Only a body that is truly fully mastered truly belongs to you.

Only by having a body that belongs entirely to himself can Hong Fei better exert his stronger combat power, while simultaneously tapping his own deep potential and limits, and trying to make breakthroughs on this basis.

Of course, it would be even better if you had a powerful skill card.

How could Master Hong, who even refused to resist firearms and artillery fire, give up the skill card that only he could see and use?

The search for the murderer who fired a fire in the outskirts of New York City is still in full swing.

As long as politicians are still spitting saliva, the joint forces of the military and police who have already flipped the hills at this time will not be able to retract them.

Mortars have been confiscated as evidence, and the search and crackdown on the black market arms trafficking has increased sharply. However, Frank did it relatively cleanly. Even if they found the sellers, they could not find Hong Fei and Frank's heads.

As time goes by, people gradually put this matter behind their minds, and most of the remaining people are still shouting that they want to bring down the enemy's ambitious people who have reached a high position on this ground.

During this period, Hong Fei noticed that Tony had flew around the sky many times, and even gradually rose to the sky in broad daylight regardless of the sky.

Militants in the Middle East suffered a blow from unknown enemies, and the military's exercises lost a fighter plane. This was not big news until this day.

While the police were cleaning up the wreckage left by the shelling explosion, an accident occurred. After the injured were found, a secret underground factory was exposed.

When a large number of raw materials, tools and finished products were placed in front of me, the whole of New York was in full bloom.

The famous spice merchant and philanthropist are actually a D dealer behind the scenes?

A few days later, the police who had possessed King Bing's identity made all his evidence public, and the people of New York discovered that the facts were far more complicated than they expected.

The Fisk Group was controlled by the police, and hundreds of people lined up to enter the bureau was spectacular.

After Kim Bing's identity was exposed, some people's saliva gradually became less and less. In the past, they gave Kim Bing the identity of a good citizen and asked the government to conduct a thorough investigation. Now they certainly did not give up, but they just needed time to find a better reason again.

However, the subsequent changes gradually became strange.

"Are the person who bombarded Fisk a criminal or a hero?"

When this topic was raised, various discussions surged like a tide.

"Of course it is a criminal. No matter what his purpose is, since his actions have violated the provisions of the law, they must be tried by the law."

"It must be a criminal, and I suspect there is a vendetta between him and Fisker. Maybe he wants to compete with Fisker for business?"

"I don't care about heroes or criminals, I just want to know how he thought of using cannons to bomb people. It's so cool!"

"Yes, super cool! I don't want to see my gun anymore, it's completely boring."

"I think he is a hero! Before the police announced it, did anyone know that this great charity was also a big criminal? Even if he hadn't died, the police wouldn't know his identity at all, and wouldn't have found such a place full of sins. So I think he wanted Fisk to go to hell with those damn D-grades!"
Chapter completed!