Chapter 176 The traditional maker will eventually become part of the tradition
Giuseppe was too eager and his voice was a little loud.
It was a quiet conference room, and most of the people heard it.
Harry's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Today is the day that Old Camai and Maroni agreed to negotiate. This afternoon..."
She raised her head and glanced at the clock on the wall, "A quarter past three, have you set off?"
“As we set off from the Manor at 2:30 and were about to cross the bridge from Queens to Manhattan Island, two rockets were fired from the roadside.
BOSS's Bentley Marsson only dodged one and was blown over by another on the spot.
Then, dozens of gunmen jumped out of cars parked on both sides of the street and surrounded us and fired wildly.
It took three full minutes for them to retreat.
Sass's men suffered heavy casualties, and he himself was shot in the neck. He was being resuscitated, but he didn't know if he would survive.
Fortunately, the Bentley's bulletproof armor plate was strong enough, and Camais was not shot. He only suffered a broken head when the car rolled over.
But he is old and has lost too much blood..."
Harry said calmly: "Maroni did it?"
"I'm not sure, but the situation is critical now, and SARS' life and death are unknown. I hope you can bring a group of gunmen to the hospital to protect BOSS.
United Hospital, Ward 307!" Giuseppe said anxiously.
"I understand, I'll be there soon."
Harley closed the phone cover, but sat there without moving.
"Boss, I've long told you that the situation in Gotham has been very bad recently. Look, the Romans have declined!" Old Gibbs sighed.
Teresa said excitedly: "BOSS, I'm going to go down and gather the troops."
Old Gibbs opened his mouth, but stopped talking, his face full of worry.
Harley hooked her hand towards Teresa, waited for her to come closer, and whispered a few instructions before letting her leave.
No one heard what she said, but saw Teresa's expression less excited and a lot more confused when she left.
"BOSS, I'm afraid our people won't be able to reach the hospital safely. Even if they arrive, it might be a death trap." Old Gibbs said.
Levi adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a deep voice: "BOSS, we only hear one side of Giuseppe's words now.
Now that the Romans are being assassinated, everyone who survives may be a mole!
I suggest you stay put and strengthen the defense of the fighting arena.
You and Victor are not the only members of the Falcone family, maybe you can discuss this with them."
Harry thought for a moment and said: "Your suggestions are all reasonable, but we can't do nothing.
Teresa has followed my instructions and arranged for two teams of 20 elite gunmen to rush to Gotham United Hospital.
The rest of us will go to the weapons room to get our equipment. Before things settle down, we must strengthen our vigilance and stick to the fighting field.
By the way, go put up a sign outside saying that the fighting arena will be closed for two days."
Then, Harley stood up and walked out while ordering: "Gibbs and Levis come to the office with me.
Others led their respective teams and deployed defenses according to the plan made earlier.
Confiscate mobile phones and distribute walkie-talkies.
Unplug the phone line and only have contact with the outside world within my office.
No one is allowed to approach the building without my order, and our people are not allowed to go out.
Once you find someone leaving the floor where your team is stationed and entering your defense area, you can kill them immediately without asking for instructions.
Only I can lift this order, do you understand?"
"clear!"
Arriving at the office on the third floor, Harley immediately said to Gibbs and Levis: "From now on, you two will stay here..."
She quickly told her plan, and regardless of the surprised and incomprehensible looks on their faces, she immediately took out her Nokia tablet phone.
Then he took out a new mobile phone of the same model from the desk drawer, turned on the Dell desktop computer, and connected both phones to the computer at the same time with a data cable.
Meeting Lao Kamai today was an accident.
But the software on the computer and even the mobile phone in the drawer made it obvious that she had been prepared.
Pulling off the network cable, Harley opened the window...
The vines hanging down from the rooftop were still green. She stretched out her hand and pulled them a few times. When she saw that they could bear her own weight, she turned around and climbed up to the rooftop in twos and twos like a nimble ape.
Levis and Old Gibbs looked at each other for a while, then came forward almost at the same time, closed the window, sat on the sofa, and continued to be silent.
Let's say that Harley came to the rooftop, immediately took off her underwear and sweater, put on her armor and equipped her weapons, and quickly said to Ivy: "Just stay in the glass attic, don't go down, and no one except me will open the door and don't come out."
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"Is it so serious?" Ivy's face turned pale.
"Alas, if the Americans don't pay homage to Mr. Guan, all the younger brothers will have no loyalty!" Harley sighed.
Ivy looked puzzled.
"Old Carmel's great-nephew Giuseppe is a traitor," Harry said directly.
"Why are you so sure?"
Ivy has now also received a "promotion and salary increase" and has become a minor leader of the "Quinn" family.
She also attended the previous meeting.
Well, old Gibbs is over seventy, and he doesn't know how many more years he can continue to work. Ivy is his successor and his disciple.
"Old Kamai had already entered the operating room, and he didn't call me until it was too late.
Gotham United Hospital is a public hospital with an above-average standard and is not considered top-notch.
At least this is the first time in his life for old Kamai to go."
It has already snowed twice in Gotham in late December, so wearing a long lady's cloak over the armor does not seem cumbersome.
The micro missiles are put into the backpack, two Desert Eagles are inserted into the outer thighs, the tactical dagger and six grenades are hung on the waist, and there is an M16 on the shoulder...
"Do you have to go in person?" Ivy swallowed and asked worriedly.
"As a human being, you have to live happily. How can you be happy if you don't have clear thoughts?" Harley said with a faint smile.
"But--"
Harry waved his hand and said: "No matter who the person behind the scenes is or what trump cards they have, they are all just chickens and dogs."
Ivy handed her a lotus seed and said, "With this, I can hear your voice and know if you are safe."
"All right."
Harry took the lotus seeds and stuffed them into his pocket, then ran quickly to the water tower.
Open the radiation-proof leaves and lead box, and take out the glass bottle.
Harry gritted his teeth, lifted up the deck near the rear of the airship, and pressed the bottom of the bottle onto the engine, which was as thick as a bucket.
"Aki, eat it!"
The spaceship has no consciousness, but with the artifact engine as its core, it is born with certain spirituality.
"Buzz buzz-"
The iron-green engine was running at extremely high speed, and silver-blue electric arcs gradually appeared on the surface.
It was the same arc that burned the three witches' lemure repairman that day.
"Tsk tsk tsk!"
The three electric arcs were like tentacles, passing through the glass bottle and locking the blood diamond tightly.
Blood-red energy is drawn from the diamond, dyeing red, silver, and blue lightning.
"No--"
Harry's spirit was shaken, and he vaguely heard an unwilling wailing.
who?
The master of the heart, or the backhand of joy?
Harry swallowed and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Although I never thought about swallowing the heart, but...
“Crack, click, click!”
Before she could be frightened, the spaceship seemed to be activated by the Autobots' energy blocks, and seemed to be transforming into Optimus Prime.
Deck, seats, bridge, glass windows and other parts are "awakened" from the inside out.
It shook its body, stretched, and then opened its eyes, full of energy and ready to start a new day.
"Kaka!" The glass bottle shattered, the blood diamond disappeared, the arc retracted, and the spacecraft stopped shaking, but on the surface of the spacecraft, there was an extra layer of blood lines, like blood vessels, and it was as if the entire spacecraft had become a heart.
Harley checked it on the bridge and was disappointed to find that it did not give birth to wisdom.
She still needs to start it manually.
"Shadow mode, turn on!"
When Harley pressed the switch, the next moment, the spacecraft entered a gray and pale world, and the surrounding space lost color and vitality.
The water tower seemed not to exist. The spaceship passed through it like a shadow, and then pulled out a scarlet and blue-white tracer in the gray and white world.
In the blink of an eye, Harry saw a three-story flat-roofed building right in front of him.
Gotham United Hospital is located in Queens, more than 20 kilometers away from the fighting arena on the dockside.
Not only is he fast, Aki also hides in the shadow realm.
Even if it is close at hand, people in the world cannot see it.
"Wow, that's so cool. From now on, I will be at my disposal in the world!" Harley cheered excitedly.
Soon, the cheers turned into sneers.
In broad daylight, the hospital's terrain is complex and the distance is quite far. The infrared sight on the airship did not detect anything unusual.
But right on the roof of the hospital, facing the main entrance, there was a sniper lying in plain sight.
It can be guessed that there must be many people hiding in other invisible corners.
...
There is a killer organization formed by locals in Gotham.
It once wanted to join the Falcone family, but was rejected by the old Camai.
Because he has no shortage of killers, the killer organization is of no use to him, but it attracts too much hatred.
Maroney also has no shortage of killers, so he did not include the Gotham Killers League under his banner.
Like other small gangs in Gotham, the Killers' League has always lived between the two major gangs.
There are no business conflicts, and I can live a carefree life.
The Gotham Killers League is also interesting. They bought the entire page starting with the letter "a" from the Gotham Yellow Pages printing company.
That is to say, if the name of a person in the phone book starts with a, every 6 is the phone number of the killer manager.
In the Yellow Pages, column "A", No. 6, No. 16, No. 26, No. 36... dial the following numbers to hire a killer.
The higher it is, the higher the killer level, the more kills, and the stronger the killer is.
Of course, hiring costs are also higher.
The forty-year-old Reagan is now the number one "No. 6" in the Yellow Pages.
He also has a reason to be the number one.
Without mentioning his brilliant record of killing hundreds of people before, let’s just say that today, without him, Sasi would have led the gang of black girls to counterattack the group of gunmen who blocked the road.
It was him who defeated the gang of black girls by himself.
It was him who shot Sasse through the left waist.
Now, the important task of ending Witch Harley has been placed in his hands again.
His heart is hot, his face is like an iceberg, he is as stable as a rock, and his ears listen to all directions.
Even the slightest movement of fallen leaves in the winter wind cannot escape his sharp eyes and fine perception.
No enemy has ever escaped from under his nose!
"Shh, don't shout!" Suddenly, a sweet girl's voice sounded above his head.
Reagan's hair stood on end, his muscles were tense, and his spine was as tight as a dragon - he could not move at all, a leather boot stepped on his back, and he became a toad under the child's feet.
He wanted to roar, but a small gloved hand stretched out in front of him, without covering his mouth, but handed over a grenade with a grenade ring on his index finger, so he could pull it open at any time.
Gotham's number one killer was like a deflated ball, paralyzed in a daze.
At this time, Harley half-crouched on him with a smile, pulled off the communication earbuds from his ears, gently threw them away, and whispered: "Where is old Kamai? Is he alive now or dead?"
"It's downstairs, room 309 (ps). The people above specifically asked me to stay alive."
Reagan's eyes dimmed and he said with a dull face: "Chief Luo is on his way here, and the Romans are his captors.
Only if the director kills the Romans with his own hands will the new Gotham Emperor trust him and the GCPD."
Harley was stunned and sighed: "Old Kamai has made the GCPD a tradition for half a century, and now he has to become part of the tradition. How ironic!"