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In the evening, it was getting dark, in an abandoned small building on the edge of Brooklyn, New York.

Boyette sat on a small wooden box, looking fiercely at the night outside the window.

Opposite him, there was a broken sofa and two wooden chairs.

Sitting on it were five black men who were darker than him.

They were all dressed in black. If they walked into the dark at this time, it would be easy for people to ignore them as long as they didn't smile.

One of the bald black men said:"Boss Boyet, why do we hide in this ghost place? It's so boring here. There is nothing. When can we go back?"

Boyet said:"Damn it, don't follow me. I'm complaining. I'm trying to save you. Someone wants to deal with us."

The bald black man shook his head in confusion and said,"Who, whoever wants to deal with us, I'll kill him."

Boyette looked at this little brother mockingly. One glance:"Shut up, that's a big shot."

At this time, he felt quite regretful in his heart. He shouldn't have been greedy and asked for money from that person many times. This time, it made the other person anxious!

At the same time, there is also anger in my heart. My mother got into trouble with Fake. Wasn’t it all because she helped you do things? What’s wrong with asking for money?

Next to him, Jerry, a young man with gutter hair, pulled out a wine box from under the sofa, opened it showily, took out a black pistol, and waved it in his hand.

"Fake, Fake, we have this, who dares to mess with Fake and deal with us?"

"Shet, put down the gun. Do you want to kill one of your own people by riding on your horse?"

Boyette kicked the younger brother off the chair, took the gun away, and inserted it into his waistband.

"Boss Boyet, we can't just hide like this. What do you think we should do?"

Another black boy asked.

Boyette's face turned fierce,"I'll hide for three more days and I'll negotiate with the big shot. If he still doesn't let us go.——"

He touched the pistol on his waist,"Then we can only fight him desperately!"

…………

"Bob, haven't you found those people yet?"

Harvey frowned, looking a little annoyed.

"Hiding, these are rats in sewer holes. They have their own underground channels and are difficult to find."

Bob's expression is also not good-looking.

"What did Alfred say? Aren’t their Italian gang members at odds with these black gangs?"

Harvey asked again

"He's already looking, not so fast!"

"Tell him to kill him as soon as possible. I don't want to hear those rats asking me for money again."

"Is this step necessary?"

Bob frowned a little

"Farke, of course, those rats have my handle. Damn it, what were I thinking at the time, and why did I personally come out to contact those guys!"Harvey punched the sofa in frustration.

"I also want to know!"Bob muttered.

…………

Late at night.

Boyet's group, who were hiding in the abandoned building, were all asleep.

These gangsters didn't even think about vigils, sentries, traps or anything like that. They were just a group of lowest-level gangsters. to be honest.

Even Boyet was surprised, how did the big man find him? And why would you talk to yourself about that matter in person? Is it because of my damn charm?!

His head had long been damaged by taking drugs, so of course he couldn't figure out the result.

Only Ma knows the answer.

The door was silently opened from the outside.

Several black figures with night vision goggles filed in, and then they were simply shot by name.

The silencer turned the gunshot into a"biu.biu" sound, and the muzzle flame was also blocked. No one noticed that a massacre was taking place in this abandoned small building in the dark night.

"John, done it!"

"Have you checked everything?"

"Checked, everyone is here, no one alive." (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Great, who is Boyet?"

"The guy lying on the mattress in the corner."

John walked over and looked at the corpse on the ground.

He was shot five times, all in the torso. This was an imitation of the gang's killing method.

John squatted down and used his gloved hand to kill Boyette's black hand. Picked it up, spread his fingers and dipped some blood on it, and wrote Harv, four letters, on the ground in the corner.

The reason why I didn’t write Harvey’s full name was because it would have seemed too deliberate.

"Leave a gun, wait, no need to keep it, let's go!"

The group of people left silently.

…………

At noon the next day, the body was finally discovered, and the small building was blocked by the local police.

A middle-aged man in a suit was walking slowly at the murder scene, stopping to observe from time to time.

At this time, a police officer came up and reported:"Sir, we found a line of blood writing, which seems to be a person's name, but it was not finished."

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"Check the deceased's cell phone address book for similar names."The middle-aged man said.

Then, another police officer came up:"Sir, judging from the bullet casings left at the scene, the murderer used 9x19mm Parabellum pistol bullets. This kind of bullets are usually used with Beretta pistols. Up"

"Beretta 92? The middle-aged man touched his chin,"Is this kind of pistol the Italian gang likes to use?""

"Sir, I found on my mobile phone that the first four letters of a name are exactly the same as the letters in blood."

"Give me your cell phone."

The middle-aged man took the phone and saw the name in the address book line, and his eyes suddenly shrank.

"Harvey Weinstein?"

"How could it be him?"

At this time, another police officer came to report the situation. This was a gangster.

"Sir, I asked someone to find out. These dead people are all members of the Boyette Gang, and the boss is the dead man in the corner - Boyette Drasiel. It is said that the Italian gang is looking for them recently!"

9x19mm Parabellum pistol bullet - Beretta 92 - Italian gang; Harv - Harvey Weinstein.

The clues immediately connected, but one key factor was missing - motive

"Go check to see if Harvey Weinstein has been in contact with the Italian gang recently; then find someone to ask Alfred, he is the boss of the Italian gang. As for Harvey...I'll contact him personally"

"Yes, boss!"

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Buzz buzz...

Harvey's phone vibrated.

When he looked at the caller ID, his eyes suddenly showed a mixture of doubt and fierceness.

"Boyet? How dare this bastard call me? Harvey felt something was wrong in his heart. He didn't want to answer the phone, but a subtle magic power suddenly vibrated in his mind.

This magic power had no other effect, it would just be triggered when Harvey made a decision, and then affect his decision-making.

The next second, Harvey picked up the phone, answered the call, and cursed

"Damn Fake's Boyet, you still dare to call me? You bastard dares to blackmail me, I will make you look good, I swear!"

"Mr. Weinstein, this is the New York PD and we have a few questions for you."

The voice coming from the phone made Harvey shiver all over.

(Brothers, please take care of me, please give me some comments, flowers, collections, and rewards. Thank you. Yi).