Daisy put down her finger, the fork returned to the table, and she ended her spiritual cue.

"The president is still you. Let James Wesley be the vice president and take over some daily tasks. I will go to sleep for a while and call me somewhere."

"Okay, waiter, get a towel for Miss Johnson." Justin entered the role very quickly. Although he would worship without a head, he also positioned himself in the role of a dog leg.

Daisy was flying high in the sky. When he flew to California, former gangster James Wesley took over the job of vice president. After a busy afternoon, he met with executives from various aspects of Hanmer military industry, including Daisy and Justin. Human support, coupled with his own ability, quickly stabilized the situation.

The people of Hanmer Military Industry have always had no sense of ownership, and this kind of lightning change of leadership is not surprising at all.

He received a call just before get off work, and after hesitating several times, he decided to go to the appointment.

As the president of Skye Data and Skye Films, Mr. James's net worth of various salary income, equity dividends, and gray income has exceeded 10 million. Now he officially enters Hanmer Military Industry, his net worth can be doubled several times. , Daisy is still very generous to her followers.

Without a bodyguard, he drove into the Hell's Kitchen alone in a Ford, looking at familiar and unfamiliar streets, looking at those eyes that were either resentful or fearful. He had mixed feelings in his heart. How many years have he not returned here? It's actually only two years, but it feels like something from a lifetime.

Wearing a neat suit and bright leather shoes, walking on the sewage-filled pavement, he felt that he was incompatible with this place.

Pushing open the door of a restaurant, he used to be a frequent visitor to this place, and he stayed here longer than at his own home, but the interior decoration now makes him feel a little confused, like walking into a strange 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, now seems to be a torture.

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

From the narrow stairs to the dilapidated wooden door, everything suddenly became clear after the wooden door was opened. There is an underground space covering an area of ​​more than 500 square meters. Many gang members are drinking and playing cards.

They saw James coming in, and someone hurriedly took out a gun, but there were old people who knew James and stopped his companions' reckless behavior.

This seems to be a big deal, and it's best for them to pretend not to see.

"James, my friend!" Two meters tall and strong like a thick wall, Wilson Fisk, a white man called a golden union by the underworld, slowly approached James, his voice low, his expression serious, his arms folded Zhang Kai gave him a hug.

Jin Bin is introverted and his voice has always been thick. It is difficult to judge his likes and dislikes from his external appearance.

James didn't worry at all that the other party would attack him, because he had always treated Jin as a friend. This has never changed, and the other party must have the same idea.

Their hugs were quite enthusiastic, and there was no scene of broken tendons, which made the soldiers unable to understand for a while.

Regardless of the opinions of the soldiers below, they walked into Jin Bin's office, or James's office before.

After two years, he walked into this not-so-wide room again, James had mixed feelings, and Kim did not destroy the layout here, everything still seemed to stay in yesterday.

But there is still a man in the office today. This man is wearing a blue tight-fitting combat suit, white wristbands and white boots. The most striking thing is that there is a disc like a target on his forehead.

The man leaned against the wall and looked at James for a while, as if he felt that he was ordinary and didn't see any special talents.

"James, this is Leicester, codenamed Bullseye. Bullseye, this is my best friend James Wesley." Jin He gave an introduction to the two.

James tried to shake hands without looking at him. He played with two cards on his own.

Jin did frown slightly. He motioned for James to sit down. The two talked about their old friendship first. Jin seldom talked in such a long way. When it came to dryness, he had to get into the topic.

"Will you come back?" Jin Bin's tone was firm and full of strength, without any modification.

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

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

"James is my friend, you're too much." Jin He turned his head and scolded, his bullseye lowered, as if nothing had happened.

"Whenever you encounter trouble, you can come to me." Jin did not make a solemn promise.

This time he approached James not entirely for the purpose of reminiscing and winning ~ lightnovelpub.net~ and more.

Jin Bing considered the sentence: "I came back from Spain and now I need a lot of weapons. I don't know you..."

James did not refuse the old friend's request. He crossed his fingers on the table, "How much do you want? What kind of weapon do you need?"

"The more the better." King didn't know James' current position. He only knew that his subordinates had been stalked by Hanmer Military Industry. James had been in the office without coming out all afternoon.

"Haha." James felt a sense of confusion when he saw old friends and old bosses coming to buy arms.

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

Even after only one afternoon, James has already mastered a lot of the authority of Hanmer Military Industry, and can easily allocate some weapons.

He thinks this is a trivial matter, others don't think so. The 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 is not a bully character. Although he fights five scums, he knows that Jin will not attack him and will protect him, so he is not afraid of any bullseye.

He sneered: "What kind of weapon do you want to buy? Tomahawk missile? Or Hellfire, Sidewinder? Or submarine? These things need Miss Johnson's approval. If not, I can call the shots. If you need it, I can still Two armored personnel carriers and helicopter gunships will be transferred to you within the authority, but I think those things are useless in the streets."

Jin doesn't need missiles, it stimulates the nerves of big men too, and the gang fight will not use such extreme weapons. As for the submarine, let alone give it to him, he has no use.

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