Chapter 219 The Old Friend

Daisy dropped her fingers, the fork returned to the table, and she ended the telepathic suggestion.

"The president is still you. Let James Wesley be the vice president and take over some daily work. I'll go to sleep for a while and call me at the place."

"Okay, waiter, get a towel and quilt for Miss Johnson." Justin entered the role quickly. Although he did not bow down, he also positioned himself in the role of a dog.

When Daisy was at high altitude and flew to California, James Wesley, a former gang strategist, took over the job of vice president. After a busy afternoon, he met non-stop with executives from all aspects of Hammer's military industry, including Daisy and Justin. The support of people, coupled with his own ability, quickly stabilized the situation.

The people of Hammer's military industry have always had no sense of ownership and responsibility, and it is not surprising that this kind of lightning change of leadership is at all.

When he was about to get off work, he received a call, and after several hesitations, he decided to go to the appointment.

As the president of Skye Data and Skye Pictures, with various salary income, equity dividends, and gray income, Mr. James' net worth has exceeded 10 million. Now that he has officially entered the Hanmer Military Industry, his net worth can be doubled. , Daisy is still very generous to her cronies.

Without bodyguards, he drove a Ford into Hell's Kitchen alone, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar streets, looking at those eyes of either resentment or fear, he had mixed feelings in his heart, how many years did he not come back here? It's only been two years, but it feels like a lifetime ago.

Wearing a neat suit and bright leather shoes, walking on a road full of sewage, he felt that he was out of tune with this place.

Pushing open the door of a restaurant, this place he used to be a regular customer, and he stayed here even longer than in his own house, but now the interior decoration makes him a little confused, like walking into an unfamiliar place.

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

However, he adjusted his suit and gently pushed open the wooden door of the basement.

From the narrow stairs to the dilapidated wooden door, all of which are opened up after the wooden door is opened. There is an underground space covering an area of ​​more than 500 square meters, and many gang members are drinking and playing cards and bragging.

They saw the unfamiliar face of James walk in, and some people hurried to draw guns, but there were old people who knew James and stopped the reckless behavior of their companions.

This seems to be a big thing, and their soldiers better pretend they can't see it.

"James, my friend!" Two meters tall and as strong as a thick wall, Wilson Fisk, a white man called Jinbian by the underworld, slowly approached James, his voice was low, his expression was serious, and his arms were wide open. Opened and gave him a hug.

Jin Bing's emotions are 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 at all worried that the other party will kill him, because he has always regarded Jin as a friend, and this has never changed. Presumably the other party also thinks this way.

Their hug was still warm, and there was no scene of broken bones, which made the soldiers unable to understand for a while.

Without caring about the views of the soldiers below, they walked into Jin Bing's office, or the former James' office.

Two years later, when he walked into this not-so-wide room again, James had mixed feelings. Jin did not destroy the layout of the place, and everything seemed to be stuck in yesterday.

However, there is still a man in the office today. This man is wearing a blue tight combat uniform, white wrist guards and white boots. The most striking thing is that this man has a target-like disc on his forehead.

The man leaned against the wall and looked at James for a while. He seemed to think that he was ordinary and did not see any special talents.

"James, this is Lester, code-named Bullseye. Bullseye, this is my best friend James Wesley." King gave an introduction to the two.

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

Jin Bing frowned slightly, he motioned James to sit down, and the two talked about their old friendship first. Jin Bing rarely spoke at such lengthy lengths.

"Will you come back?" Jin Bing's tone was firm and powerful, without any embellishment.

James is a little uncomfortable with this way of speaking now, and he said a lot more euphemistically: "I still want to continue to prove my worth."

The bullseye on one side snorted and threw the card in his hand to the wooden target in the distance. The card was drawn at a strange angle and stuck directly at the target's throat, making no secret of the threat.

"James is my friend, you are going too far." Kim turned back and scolded, Bullseye lowered his gaze, as if nothing had happened.

"Whenever you are in trouble, you can come to me." Jin Ping made a solemn promise.

This time, he was not looking for James entirely to catch up and win over, but there were more intentions.

Jin thought for a while: "I came back from Spain, and now I need a lot of weapons, I don't know about you..."

James didn't refuse the old friend's request. He put his fingers on the table "How much do you want? What kind of weapons do you need?"

"The more the merrier." King didn't know James' current position. He only knew that his subordinates were stalking the Hammer military industry. After following him all afternoon, James had not come out of the office.

"Haha." James felt a sense of confusion when he saw his old friend and old boss coming to buy arms from him.

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

Even after only one afternoon, James has already mastered a lot of authority of Hammer's military industry, and it is easy to allocate some weapons.

He thinks it's a small thing, others don't. Bullseye said with some yin and yang: "Don't you need to ask your new boss?"

James has been in the gang for most of his life, and is not a character to be bullied by others. Although he fights one of the five scumbags, he knows that Jin will not attack him and will protect him, so he is not afraid of bullseye.

He sneered: "What weapons do you want to buy? Tomahawk missiles? Hellfires, Sidewinders? I will send you two armored personnel carriers and gunships within the authority, but I don't think those things are very useful in the streets."

Jin doesn't need missiles, it's too exciting for the big man's nerves, and gangsters won't use such extreme weapons. As for the submarine, let alone, giving him away for nothing, he is useless.

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