Chapter 235 The Continental Hotel Messenger
After hanging up the phone, Barney thought about who he could trust, and thought with some dissatisfaction in his heart that it was Stonebanks and Blade who were on duty at 4 o'clock in the morning to monitor the Mexicans.
It must be Stone's decision to watch the cowboys and Mexicans encounter and exchange fire without firing warning shots.
However, he is not unreasonable.
Knowing at this time that the purpose of the Mexicans was to save a big owl, even if the shots were fired to warn the cowboys, those Mexicans would not escape while attracting the cowboys to the rock wall.
Instead, he would follow behind the cowboy, killing himself, Trenches and others together with the cowboy.
Facing dozens of opponents, there is no other way but to retreat.
If you return to the small town, then you don't know how many people will die.
And Li Changheng, who knew this, had no reason to stop Trenches and Barney from protecting the town unless he left with Trenches and others last night.
But if you really do this, once too many policemen and residents in the small town die, it is hard to predict what Trenches and Barney will think afterwards.
Therefore, at that time, he could only let the four of Banks stare at him.
The only thing I didn't expect was that Than Teng and others listened to Li Changheng's order and didn't intend to alarm the Mexicans. The matter was disrupted by four cowboys patrolling the ranch.
Waiting for him to hide in the air patrol airport, he saw Stonebanks and Blade who came from the canyon in the base.
It is taken for granted that these Mexicans will actively attack the town just like in the movie.
His subordinates were attacked by others, and he refused to save him. In the future, he would not even think about commanding the first-generation Death Squad and the support staff in the base.
Li Changheng's subordinates and the revenge he faced, of course he was the next one.
It was natural to have the Mustang fighter inspected, filled with fuel and ammunition, ready to take off and attack any enemy at any time.
Now that Gabriel was dead, all that was left was to get rid of his whole family.
Anyway, it's just a waste of money.
Even if there is nothing to do, the worst is to hide in London, Hong Kong and Kowloon to be the mastermind behind the scenes.
I don't believe that 10 million US dollars these days won't kill the Curtis family.
Ten million is not enough, just twenty million.
Anyway, I don't have a fixed site, so I can hide anywhere in the world at will.
But if the Cordis family leaves Mexico and loses their business, Li Changheng doesn't need to do anything. Some people who have enemies with them will retaliate against them.
Even if dozens or hundreds of Vietnam veterans from the United States were hired to capture the old lair of the Cordis family, not only might they not lose money, but they would have to worry about how to transport a large amount of cash out.
The only good thing is that the Cordis family made their living in Mexico, not Colombia.
Although these flour sellers were ruthless, but when they were raided by seals and green berets, their counterattack ability and reaction speed were definitely not as strong as those of Yuenan's soldiers.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, I checked into a luxurious suite at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Central Park, New York.
After taking a shower, the hotel housekeeper knocked on the door and brought in a 50- to 60-year-old tailor to measure him.
Afterwards, he asked about the style, color, and tightness of the cuffs. When Old Tu and Bonaparte rushed over after being notified by Stonebanks, he had already changed into a dark blue suit.
Drinking whiskey while watching the professional tailor measure Banksy and the blade.
My bodyguard doesn't say how good it is, but at least it has to be a handmade suit.
Seeing Laotu and Bonaparte brought by the housekeeper, Li Changheng smiled and waved, "It's just right, you all come over to have your body measured, and I will make four sets of autumn and winter suits and trench coats for each of you."
"This..." Old Tu hesitated, but Bonaparte thanked him bluntly, "Thank you, Boss, if you don't have any tasks for Christmas, you can dress better and go home."
Li Changheng laughed, "I definitely have to spend Christmas with my girlfriend, it's hard for you guys to say."
The four of Banks could only shake their heads helplessly.
Afterwards, the five of them went out for dinner together. After the meal, Li Changheng went to the counter and picked up the phone to call Corleone Manor on Long Island.
"Hello, I'm Tom Hagen, what's the matter?"
Hearing Tom's anxious tone, Li Changheng frowned.
Thinking silently in his heart, could it be that the godfather's eldest son, Sonny, was killed just now?
"Tom, I'm looking for Mr. Corleone."
As soon as Tom Hagen heard it, he knew it was the sniper who often gave him nightmares this year.
Thinking of Mike Corleone's admiration for this person, he immediately said eagerly, "Sir, wait a moment, I will inform the godfather right away."
"Wait." Thinking that something might happen to the Corleone family, Li Changheng, who was dressed in formal attire, suddenly didn't want to meet his godfather.
"I will send you a letter, remember to forward it to Mr. Corleone, and then I will call again at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, thank you."
After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Tom to say more.
Then I asked the front desk clerk who was rushed a few meters away for paper, pen and envelope.
Write down to invite old Corleone to investigate Gabriel Cordis's identity and family situation, and then if the information is complete and correct.
Then the kindness that I saved him and Mike Corleone in the hospital last year will be written off.
Put the letter in an envelope and hand it to Old Tu, who has been in New York to set up an intelligence network for almost a week.
He whispered in his ear, "Let the irrelevant people be sent to Corleone Manor at No. 4562 on Long Island."
"Understood, boss."
Lao Tu took the letter, nodded with the three of Banks without asking any questions, and went out to take a taxi.
However, since he grew up in New York, it is impossible for him not to know what the Corleone family represents.
Not only did he not have the idea of exploring, but he was thinking about how to keep it secret.
Pat the taxi driver on the seat and ask him to pull over to a phone booth.
After thinking about the phone number in memory, he quickly got in touch with the other party.
Come and sit on a bench by the Bethesda Fountain in Central Park.
Within twenty minutes, a man in shabby clothes, with messy hair and a messy beard, who looked like a homeless man came straight over.
"His Majesty Boris asked me to come."
Old Tu nodded with a smile, and handed Zhang Shi dollars over, but didn't take out the letter.
Seeing this, the other party had no choice but to take out a gold coin, "I am a courier bound and protected by the Continental Hotel, so the current price is ten times higher. Is there any problem?"
"No more," Old Tu took out the letter and a hundred-dollar cash and handed it over, "Manor No. 4562, Long Island.
If the letter is opened or leaked, I promise to pay 10,000 US dollars to buy the lives of ten couriers. "
The tramp's pupils contracted a few times when he heard it, and he immediately understood that the other party was also an insider who knew the rules of the Continental Hotel and how to control the messenger.
Those rats in New York City, what they are most afraid of is not their own death, but the involvement of other messengers who hold together for a living.
People who have experienced the poorest life and lived at the bottom of the society are extremely difficult to trust others, but once they really have friends, they will be extremely concerned about their lives.
"Since I'm an insider, you should know that I'm from the city. Therefore, even if His Majesty Boris wants to read it, he can only find this letter from my stomach."
"Thank you," Lao Tu said his thanks seriously, and then casually threw out a gold coin similar to that of the homeless man, "The contract is concluded, and it will be delivered tonight, OK?"
The homeless man took the gold coin, touched it with his fingers to make sure it was real, nodded and said, "Understood."
Then turn around and leave.