I’m just a Superman - Chapter 29

[Chapter 29: Foreign Aid]

A few days later, it turned out that Li Wei was still too young, and he underestimated both Nikov’s means and the power of 50 kilograms of gold.

Without even letting Li Wei come forward, everything was over.

“Sir, it’s all over, no one will mention your identity now.”

“But in order to prevent some of the worse situations, I think you may need to change your city life.”

“Why?” Li Wei was a little strange: “Since everything has been resolved, why do you still suggest me to change the city?”

“Because the layers are different,” Nikov explained.

“I have solved your troubles from the upper-level channels, but your identity is a homeless person, and it is the lower-level police officers who will trouble the homeless person.”

“So you mean that if I continue to stay in this city, I may be targeted by various police officers in various ways?”

“At least until you transitioned from being a bum.”

“I leave Chicago to make sure they don’t continue targeting me?”

“At least the Chicago police can’t trouble you, and because the police departments in other cities are not in the same system as the Chicago police department, there is a high probability that they won’t trouble you.

All you need to worry about is some other organization, such as a fraternity-like organization with a federally-backed special unit behind it.

”

“Okay, I see.”

Li Wei nodded and looked at Nikov: “I’ll spare your life, you help me once, and we’ve settled between us. I hope we won’t be enemies when we meet again in the future.”

“I’m going to switch to a commercial lawyer.” Nikov smiled: “If we don’t engage in litigation and criminal matters, we will never have the opportunity to meet again in the future.”

“That’s not bad.” Li Wei nodded and looked at the sun in the sky: “In that case, there will be a future.”

In the previous life, Li Wei was an ordinary person, and his identity in this life is only a homeless person who can be seen everywhere on the road.

As far as his knowledge of the United States is concerned, almost all his knowledge comes from absurd news that pops up from time to time, such as police killings, zero-dollar shopping on the street, understanding Wang’s election, and so on.

These things can only make people laugh, and it is obviously unrealistic to expect these things to live well in the United States.

Therefore, after getting the advice from Nickoff, Li Wei did not stop in Chicago and bought a ticket to New York on the same day.

He still hasn’t forgotten that there is a brotherhood of assassins in New York waiting for him to solve.

…

A few days ago, New York-Brooklyn-Seventeen Mills.

“The repairman is also dead, shot in the shoulder, elbow, side rib, heart. This is not the style of Clos, he is raising his son.”

Summoning the remaining senior assassins of the Brotherhood, Sloan’s expression was neither calm nor solemn, like a spectator who had stayed out of the matter, and put a stack of photos in front of everyone.

“X and Fox’s mission failed and was countered by the mission target, and Cross was training his son.

Once he succeeds, it is very likely that we will face the pursuit of three top assassins at the same time in the future.

”

The pig butcher picked up the photo of the repairman’s tragic death and looked at it: “I remember that about Wesley’s task, it seems that the gunsmith was in charge first?”

“I’m right.” The gunsmith nodded: “But obviously, I failed, and since the first shot, I haven’t been able to find any traces of Cross.

Although his son Wesley showed some clues, he was quickly hidden by Cross, and there was no way to continue tracking.

”

“So what are we going to do now? Waiting to die here?” The pig butcher’s temper was very grumpy: “If you want me to say, go out, find him, and kill him, this is the best way!”

“You forgot the people who surrounded Cross and killed him? Facts have proved that,

Numbers don’t translate to advantage in front of him…”

A pig butcher who has trained cold weapons to split bullets is a red-necked origin. Although assassins have changed over the years, they are not born to deal with gunsmiths.

Whenever the two meet and say two or three words, they will definitely quarrel. It seems that their opinions are always at odds.

If it was normal, Sloan would be happy to see a slight disagreement with his killer’s sword, but now is obviously not the time to quarrel, so he stopped the two of them directly.

“Enough! This is not the place for you to quarrel!”

A trace of badness flashed under Sloan’s flat glasses: “Things have already happened, and quarrels can’t save everything. What we have to do now is to consider how to resolve this crisis, instead of quarreling with each other.”

With Sloan in the middle to stop them, the two of them couldn’t quarrel immediately, but without the two of them speaking, the whole room suddenly became quiet.

They are all a bunch of ruthless characters who can only kill and set fire to their brains. It would be hell to expect them to come up with any good ideas. Those who can act as military advisers will either be killed by Li Wei in Chicago, or they will defect.

Everyone’s skills are the same. The so-called top-level and advanced, the difference is how good the brain is. Obviously, the people who stay in the Brotherhood are not elite characters.

Seeing that everyone didn’t speak, Sloan was very helpless. After a moment of silence, he slowly said: “You guys go first, don’t go out for a while, I need to think about it.”

Everyone looked at each other, and there was no doubt in their hearts. After nodding their heads, they left the office in twos and threes.

“Looking for a way out.”

Locking the door, Sloan walked to the bookshelf, reached out and pulled out a thick Bible, opened the cover, and neatly placed some objects in the hollowed-out pages.

Several gold coins, a black card, a seal with two blood kisses, and an indigo coin.

Seeing a few things in silence for a moment, Sloan put it in his pocket, closed the Bible and put it back on the shelf, then took his coat and went out the door.

Moments later, the Continental Tavern in New York City.

“Sir, what’s the matter…”

Looking at the indigo badge in front of him that belonged to the judge alone, Charon was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed the button under the bar: “Please wait a moment, I have notified Wins Manager Dun, I won’t make you wait long.”

The Continental Hotel, the consortium of all killer organizations in the world, how could there be no Brotherhood that was established thousands of years ago.

If the Brotherhood did not play a pivotal role in the Continental Hotel, how could it be possible for the Brotherhood’s assassins to stay outside the Continental Hotel without being targeted.

Now that Sloan has a problem that the Brotherhood assassins can’t solve, it’s time for the Continental Hotel to come in handy.

In fact, Sloan’s position in the Continental hotel system is far more than just a judge.