Chapter 868 (1/2)

Owen's ancestors only spent some time in Clinton district many years ago, when they successfully turned it into a hell of New York City.

Now, Jin has begun to integrate new York's hidden forces. From the earliest drug trafficking, the business has extended into the industrial chain of smuggling, selling stolen goods, special services, bars and nightclubs, and high-end hotels.

What's more, this guy has also extended his tentacles to major cities all over the country, combining vertical and horizontal, eating and drawing together, increasing market share, manipulating market prices to get more profits.

They're not crazy yet, and they don't want to fight against this kind of bully trend.

But Owen, the eldest, was so mad that he didn't notice the sudden silence of his men. He was still talking about how to get back the glory of his family.

Several of them are on the edge. They can't help but make eye contact with each other. They seem to understand each other's thoughts.

Maybe, in a few days, I can think of the boss position under Owen's ass?

Dead people can't be their boss.

The door of Owen's house was knocked suddenly when the old man was waiting for his death.

The thick iron door made three crisp clangs, and then stopped.

The two bandits guarding the gate raised their guns warily, which was not the signal of the guards outside.

Pause a little for a moment, and then knock three times.

It's just as easy and moderate as a polite person is when he goes to a stranger's house to ask for directions.

Owen waved to the guards in the hall to take out their guns, alert and ready to fire.

When he saw that his men were ready, he made a gesture to the bandit at the door, asking him to open the small window on the door and observe who was coming.

A bandit leaned forward, but saw the guard outside standing behind a man in a hat and a black windbreaker with a gun in his hand.

The man in black only has the lower half of his face in his sight. Under the shadow of the brim of his hat, he can only see the corners of his mouth and his two little moustaches curling up. He seems to be smiling happily.

The bandit was stunned and asked, ”Fermi, who is he?”

Fermi, the bandit outside, said with a straight face, ”Dirk, he said he was a big client and wanted to talk to the boss himself.”

Dirk the bandit in the door: ”how can you make him knock at the door?”

Fermi remained adamant: ”he said it was more polite.”

Decker frowned. ”Have you searched him?”

Fermi raised his empty hand and showed off a thick stack of hundred dollar bills: ”only this, he said it was a deposit.”

Dirk turned his head and looked at Owen: ”someone said he wanted to buy something. Fermi searched him. There was only a pile of cash.”

Of course, Decker in the small window couldn't see. Fermi had a layer of sweat on his forehead outside the door.

Behind him was Selena, who started the optical camouflage. She was holding his clothes in one hand, and the muzzle of the anesthesia gun in the other hand was against his back heart.

Owen also heard the conversation at the door, hesitated and waved at the gunman.

The bandits spread out a little bit, and the muzzle of their guns fell down, but they did not put them away.

Dirk at the door opened the iron door, stepped back a little, and pointed his gun at the man in black.