New York, Manhattan.

Hell's Kitchen, 36 blocks.

In the warehouse where the rolling gate was half open, three or five men with big flower arms were moving cardboard boxes to the car.

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

"Hey...have you heard of it? Someone wants to buy this place?"

"Ha, it seems we're going to have a free house."

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

While moving goods, several people were talking sarcastically and laughingly about how to make a good people, and held a special welcome ceremony for the new landlord after the arrival of him.

Screaming...

The half-open rolling gate was suddenly opened, and the sunlight shone in from outside, causing the few people in the warehouse to feel their eyes hurt. They closed their eyes in pain and verbally said, "FK, which bastard is it? Are you looking for death?"

Click!

The sound of a shotgun loading sounded, which was familiar to anyone. The most tempting thing about my grandfather’s family since I was a child was to go hunting with him. This kind of experience has occurred in more than 90% of families.

"Damn bastard, who are you?" His eyes had adapted to the light outside, but what caught my eye was a row of mafia holding double-barrel hunting rifles.

"Your contract has expired. Get out of here with your goods. The lawyer... is here." The strong man with tattoos on his body and even his bald head stood in front of several people, and the impression that made people feel like he saw a mountain.

"Ahem." The lawyer in a cheap suit walked forward, and the surface of the briefcase in his hand was molted, as if it was gnawed by a mouse.

In America, no matter whether it is poor or rich, even homeless people are indispensable to dealing with lawyers. If you can’t afford to hire a government, you will designate it for you. If you have any questions, you can go to the procuratorate or an agency that provides legal aid to seek help.

This lawyer, who seemed a little shabby, came on behalf of the landlord. When he was about to forget that he still had this property, someone suddenly came to the door and said he wanted to buy it.

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

Just a routine notice, a few words can be completed by any lawyer.

"I am Mr. Madsen's lawyer. Today I am here to inform you that the ownership of this land has been sold to Zhongcheng Renovation and Reconstruction Company. You..."

Bara Bara formatted announcements, the lawyer completed his task and ran away from here in small steps with his shabby briefcase.

Who doesn't know about Hell's Kitchen's Daming in New York? Both sides don't seem to be good people and there may be a fire 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 been completed. Several people in the house looked at each other and said in a deep voice: "This is the territory of Black Duck. If you want money, you don't need to worry about rent. We are here..."

Bang.

The strong man raised his hunting rifle and smashed his gun on the other party's head with a gun. The other party's steps staggered backwards, and his body stopped shaking.

"fk..." Seeing that the boss was beaten, the little brothers were about to pull out the gun behind their backs. The mafia members standing at the door grinned and rushed forward while pulling the trigger.

…………

As early as when she handed this matter over to Nookie, Li Zitao knew clearly that bleeding was inevitable.

What you lack the least in Hell's Kitchen is the outlaw. If you want these people to be obedient and get out of here, how can you do it with just a mouth?

However, Li Zitao still underestimated the mafia's methods. There were 18 people in 3 days, and the gunshots were as lively as firecrackers during the Hell's kitchen.

The New York police were so disguised as if they were facing a great enemy that they investigated everywhere. Some people speculated that a new round of gangster struggle was about to begin.

At the intersection of Forty-Sixth Street and Madison Avenue in Manhattan, the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.

One of the most luxurious hotels in America is not inferior to Waldorf. The service is more considerate than that of Li Zitao. It is one of the choices for staying.

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

Sitting on the spacious and comfortable goose-filled sofa, Li Zitao looked at Paul who was tying his hands and feet in front of him, looking down at him waiting for his instruction, and said with some excitement.

"Boss, those people just follow my instructions on the surface, but when they encounter trouble, they should do whatever they want...why use our people?"

Paul felt very aggrieved. The damn mafia would only cause trouble for him. He waited for a long time before he had the chance to follow the boss again.

Now it is an opportunity to re-reflect his value, but because of those people's reckless actions, the boss's dissatisfaction: "These damn butchers should go to hell."

"Forget it, I will call Nookie in person... Also provide them with a batch of m1911a1s to keep them quiet. If someone is injured, I will pay for medical expenses."

He waved his hand casually to signal him to leave. Li Zitao grabbed the phone and dialed Nookie's number and discussed with him the issue of "demolition method".

Although there was a mafia in front of him, hell's kitchen would fall into him in the end, Jonathan and Trump, which was not obvious to tell others that it was his own instruction.

Anyone who is a profitable person can tell that it is impossible for the mafia to be idle and have nothing to do. Go to Hell's Kitchen to find someone to practice gun duel?

After Nookie promised to keep the people below as low-key as possible, Li Zitao hung up the phone, and the sound of "wavering" water flowing sounds came from the bathroom.

After a while, Celia, wearing her shallow pajamas, walked out of the room, her wet hair spread behind her, and her delicate and graceful body was faintly visible under her pajamas, and her long smooth and charming legs slowly walked towards her cat steps.

"You little goblin, are you tempting me?"

"What do you think, you damn bastard." Celia, who was charming and charming the previous second, turned into a shrew and rushed over and sat on him, buried her head on his shoulder and opened her mouth and bit her hard.

"It hurts..." Li Zitao shouted in pain. If he could put away the smile when the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, the performance would be more realistic.

"Does it hurt? So what can you do? Do you dare? You useless Bichi..." Celia said as she tore off her pajamas on her chest, and the shallow material surface was easily torn into long strips.

"The slutty Bichi, it seems you need to train well, fk...get over here, Bichi..." The vulgar insults and choking sounds sounded in the room.

The bodyguards at the door looked at each other and walked forward with a strange look, thinking, "It's still the boss who can play, what's this? A small theater, or a role-playing? A petite, weak and powerless to resist the strong lady?"
Chapter completed!