At this time, the phone rang again, and Ivan leaned back and told the other party calmly: "Slut him up, let's continue talking. I don't want others to know about my boss."

The Belarus around him didn't say a word, but was actually surprised that Eva's style was so similar to Charlie.

And Ivan's words did make the dying Anderson see hope, and he murmured: "You are not Daly's people?"

Things were obviously beyond his expectations.

"Damn it, Rowe made trouble with our boss on his back. He died if he died. What my boss needs is a partner who can continue to cooperate!" Ivan said as he picked up the phone and stuffed it to him first.

Anderson cooperated very well under the gun. He tilted his head and vaguely: "I don't know what happened. The microphone just fell off. Are you going to scare me to death? I've already inquired about that matter. It was done by a group of robbers. Wood is just extorting you. You don't know anything. I'll find someone to beat him."

The person on the other end of the phone was relieved: "Sorry, uncle."

"It's only time, you idiot, put everything in your stomach."

"Okay, Uncle Roy. Good night uncle." The voice over there was joy.

After the phone was hung up, Ivan didn't know that Joyt and Wood, who was sitting opposite him, said: "The old guy was not fooled. It seems that he will not give up on U.S. He will also send me out to play."

"I still feel that something is wrong. His phone number was a bit strange when it was cut off before. Normal people should call him immediately."

"You don't know my uncle. If he thinks it's not a problem, he won't take it seriously. You also know that he's old or went to the bathroom first. At least he doesn't know that we're together, so why did he lie to me?" Joyt asked cleverly.

The thick Wood thought about it, and he sneered: "How about we kill him directly and put this mess on Daly. Anyway, he arranged for someone to kill Rowe, so we can avenge Rowe."

Joyt said in surprise: "What nonsense are you talking about? Kill him? There is an Italian behind him."

Wood shrugged and suddenly pulled someone up: "By the way, I heard that Johnny, who had dealt with the Irish Gang, isn't he from Italy?"

"This is completely different. Johnny is just a low-level gangster who was beaten out of New York, but behind Roy is the real Italian gang. I heard that those people are also looking for Johnny recently, because one of Johnny's friends, those bosses from Belarus, seem to be related to the death of someone in their family."

It's just as they talk.

Several cars drove outside Johnny's residence.

These people politely knocked on the door, but no one in the room agreed.

In fact, Johnny, who lived across the street, watched the movements over the window through the window.

He heard these people speak in Italian.

"Johnny probably has been fooling around again."

"But the old man wants to see him tomorrow night."

"Then wait. He will always come back."

Johnny was stunned when he recognized these people at a glance as a member of the Victor family in Long Island, New York.

At this moment, Ivan finally asked something about it from Anderson.

Anderson said this time: Wood is the murderer, and Wood is indeed taking his own initiative. As for why his nephew was worried about Williams' disappearance, it was because he was with Wood that day, and he was responsible for letting go. After he came back, the idiot confessed everything to him...

But Ivan felt that even a punctuation mark could not be believed in what this old man said.

But he pretended to be sincere.

"What then?" he asked.

Anderson sighed: "You know that my life is in your hands. It is undeniable that I can indeed bring more convenience to your boss than Rowe. Because I have a relationship in the United States that is more than Daly. You can open the mezzanine in the second drawer and you will know that in a photo there, I am with my close friend, Mr. Victor of Long Island, New York."

He then said proudly: "Do you know who he is? He is the family leader of Sicily, a real gang leader, and his relationship can reach Congress. His influence is even more spread throughout New York."

"..." Ivan and Belarus were immediately looking at each other.

Because the boss’s story has been widely circulated among them.

Ivan got up and took out a photo from the previously neglected mezzanine at the prompt of this old thing.

In the photo, Anderson, who is ten years younger than now, is hugged by a middle-aged man with a tall and middle-aged back, head and face, and is smiling brightly under a grape trellis.

Ivan couldn't help asking: "Are you sure this is the godfather of Sicily? So do you know the military advisor Truman?"

"Ah?" Anderson was stunned.

Ivan thought of you as a liar and slapped him in the face.

But because he said that Ivan didn't kill him on the spot, he ordered his brothers: "Clean the place, change the pillow, take them, security and dogs, and take the photos away, and wait until the boss comes."

at the same time.

Several Belarus touched Johnny's doorstep and forced several Italians sitting in the car and standing outside the car with guns.

A few minutes later, Johnny returned to his "hospital", staring at the fragments on the table that were searched from these people, such as smoke, matches, guns, and dollars, all of which were normal things.

"They don't have any kidnapping items in their cars," Belarus said after searching.

The Italians smiled bitterly, and the leader explained: "We are from the Victor family, Johnny, you should know me, we have met at the bar on Ninth Avenue."

Johnny bluffed and shouted: "You kicked me just for a woman. If someone hadn't pulled me, I would have killed you."

Belarus curled his lips silently, and the other party thought he was farting.

The Italian said to himself: "Johnny, someone told me that your friend knows Sand? Is these Belarusian bosses?" He said hello to several Belarusians and said, "You are very good."

The Belarus smiled faintly.

Johnny wondered, "Yes, he is Sand's friend, what's wrong."

"Do you know who Sand is?" the other party suddenly asked.

Johnny blinked his eyes and said to the Belarusians first: "These are friends, you can go out first."

Belarus ignored him. Johnny, who wanted to cover up some situation, had no choice but to ask artistically: "What do you mean?"

The Italians felt something strange, and they also knew that Johnny was very proud of his face and bragging. The man said, "Sander is the old man's nephew, and then died four years ago."

"My boss is Chinese." Johnny asked irresponsible. The Italian said: "Sander had been to China with an elder very early, so it's not surprising that he had a Chinese friend. What's strange is how could this Chinese know that Sand died."

"He is the coach of the military advisor, Truman's military advisor. What expression do you have?" Johnny was dissatisfied.

The Italians were embarrassed: "Our military advisor is not called Truman."
Chapter completed!