Daisy lowered her fingers, the fork returned to the table, and she ended the psychic suggestion.

"The president is still you, let James. Wesley was the vice president and took over some of the day-to-day work, and I went to sleep for a while and called me at the place. ”

"Okay, waiter, get a towel quilt for Miss Johnson." Justin entered the role quickly, although he didn't bow his head and bowed, but he also positioned himself in the role of a dog.

Daisy was in the air, and when she flew to California, former gangster James Brown. Wesley took over as vice president and spent a busy afternoon, meeting non-stop with executives from all aspects of Hammer's military industry, and with the support of Daisy and Justin, coupled with his own abilities, the situation was quickly stabilized.

Hammer's military workers have never had a sense of ownership, and this lightning change of leadership is not surprising at all.

When he was about to leave work, he received a phone call, and after some hesitation, he decided to go to the appointment.

As the president of Skye Data and Skye Films, with various salary income, equity dividends, and gray income, Mr. James's net worth has exceeded 10 million, and now he has officially entered the Hammer military industry, and his net worth can be increased several times, and Daisy is still very generous to his cronies.

He drove into Hell's Kitchen alone in a Ford without bodyguards, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar streets, looking at those resentful or fearful eyes, he had mixed feelings in his heart, how many years had he not been back here? It's only been two years, but it feels like a lifetime.

Dressed in a crisp suit and shiny leather shoes, he felt out of place on the sewage-strewn pavement.

Pushing open the door of a restaurant, a place where he used to be a regular and spent even longer than he did at home, the interior now made him feel a little confused, as if he had walked into a strange place.

Walking down the stairs into the basement, the dim light made him frown slightly, everything made him unaccustomed to it, and the environment that used to be natural now seemed to be a torture.

Still, he straightened his suit and gently pushed open the wooden door in the basement.

From the narrow staircase to the dilapidated wooden door, it all opens up when the wooden door is opened, and there is an underground space covering more than 500 square meters, where many gang members are drinking and playing cards and bragging.

They saw James' face walk in, and someone hurried to pull out his gun, but there was also an old man who knew James and stopped his companion's reckless behavior.

This seems to be a big thing, and it is better for their minions to pretend not to see it.

"James, my friend!" Two meters tall and as strong as a thick wall, Wilson. Fisk, the white man known to the underworld as Kim Sum, slowly approached James, his voice was low, his expression was serious, and his arms were outstretched to give him a hug.

Kim is emotionally restrained, and his voice has always been thick, and it is difficult to judge his likes and dislikes from his external performance.

James is not worried that the other party will kill him at all, because he has always treated Kim as a friend, which has never changed, and the other party must have thought the same way.

Their hug was quite enthusiastic, and there was no drama of broken tendons, which made the soldiers incomprehensible for a while.

Without hesitating the opinion of the miscellaneous soldiers below, they walked into Kim Ji's office, or James's office before.

After two years, walking into this not very spacious room again, James had mixed feelings, Kim did not destroy the layout here, everything still seemed to stay yesterday.

But there was another man in the office today, this man was wearing a blue tight-fitting combat suit, white bracers and white boots, and the most striking thing was that there was a disc on his head that looked like a target.

The man leaned against the wall, his eyes glancing at James for a moment, as if he thought he was mediocre and did not see any special talents.

"James, this is Lester, codenamed Bullseye. Bullseye, that's my dear friend James. Wesley. Kim also gave an introduction to the two.

James tried to shake hands, but Bullseye didn't even look at him, playing with the two cards to himself.

Jin He frowned slightly, he motioned for James to sit, and the two talked about their old friendship first, Jin rarely spoke at such lengths, and in the end, he had to get to the point.

"Will you ever come back?" Kim's tone was firm and powerful, unadorned.

James is a little uncomfortable with this way of speaking now, and he says it more tactfully: "I want to continue to prove my worth. ”

The bullseye on one side "snorted", and the card in his hand was thrown at the wooden target in the distance, and the card was drawn at a strange angle, directly piercing the throat of the target, and the threat was undisguised.

"James is my friend, you're going too far." Kim turned his head and scolded angrily, Bullseye lowering his gaze as if nothing had happened.

"Whenever you're in trouble, you can come to me." Kim made a solemn promise.

He didn't look for James this time exactly to catch up and win over, but had more intentions.

Jin pondered his sentence for a moment: "I came back from Spain, and now I need a lot of weapons, I don't know ...... you."

James did not refuse his old friend's request, and he crossed his fingers on the table, "How much do you want?" What kind of weapons are needed? ”

"The more the merrier." Kim didn't know James' current position, he only knew that his subordinates were watching Hammer Military, and James had been in the office all afternoon.

"Huh." Seeing his old friend, the old boss, come to him to buy arms, James has a sense of confusion.

"Fisk." He still used the old name: "You give me a number of people to be armed, and I will allocate a batch of weapons to you." ”

Even if it was only an afternoon, James had already mastered a lot of authority for Hammer's military industry, and it was easy to allocate some weapons.

He thinks it's a trivial matter, and others don't think so. Bullseye said in a weird way: "Don't you need to ask your new boss?" ”

James has been in the gang for most of his life, and he is not a character who is bullied, although he fights five scumbags, but he knows that Kim will not attack him, and will protect him, so he is not afraid of any bullseye at all.

He sneered: "What weapon are you going to buy?" Tomahawk missiles? Or Hellfire, Rattlesnake? Or is it a submarine? These things need Miss Johnson's approval, and if they don't, I can call the shots, and if you need them, I can transfer you two armoured personnel carriers and helicopter gunships within my authority, but I don't think they're of much use in the streets. ”

Kim doesn't need missiles, it's too exciting for the big guys to use such extreme weapons in gangster fights. As for the submarine, not to mention, he has no place to use it for nothing.

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