Cleaning up the street heroes in New York City, you really dare to say it!

This idea is a good idea, but all the gangsters inside, including Anthony, couldn't help but sneer at Mrs. Gao's suggestion. After all, as the group that has the most contact with these street heroes, they are very clear about some of the taboos.

Although these street heroes seem to fight alone and do their own things, they actually have a certain connection. It would be fine if it was just a hatred between a certain gang and them, both sides rely on their abilities and will be killed or injured.

But if we really mobilize all the gangs in New York City to clean up all the street heroes in New York City as Mrs. Gao said, it will inevitably cause the rebound of these street heroes. At that time, we will not only face the counterattack of local street heroes, but also the entry of street heroes from other cities, and even more, heroes like humans will join the ranks of confrontation.

This is not alarmist, there are precedents. There are actions like this that clean up street heroes in the basements of the entire city, but before they can clean up much, the overwhelming counterattack directly made them doubt their lives. The scene at that time has made other gangsters watching lingering fear.

"Sorry, Mrs. Gao, I don't have any interest in this topic. I'm already worried enough now, but I don't want to be beaten to the house anymore," Schrader stood up and apologized quietly, and led the person out without looking back.

"Yes, Mrs. Gao," another gangster with a scar on her face also stood up: "The atmosphere in New York is now tense enough, and I don't want to cause trouble anymore."

Looking at the two left behind, Mrs. Gao did not say anything to stop her. Instead, she smiled and said to the other gangster bosses who continued to work in the venue: "Who else doesn't want to participate?"

"What? Does Mrs. Gao still want to threaten us?" said lightly. The gangster with stitches on her face.

"How could that be?" Mrs. Gao smiled and said, "It's just that the actions I planned this time need to be kept confidential, so I hope that all I have left are made with relevant preparations. If I don't want to, I don't want to force myself and can get up and leave directly. In the future, everyone will still be friends, so I will never hold a grudge for this."

"If this happens, I'm sorry," another gangster leader stood up and walked out with his two subordinates. The man's actions seemed to be a signal. Many gangsters who didn't want to cause trouble for themselves stood up one after another, accused him of guilt and left here one after another.

After a moment, when Mrs. Gao saw that no one left again, she ordered her subordinates to close the door, and then smiled and said to the gangster who was still in the venue: "I think the rest of them should want to talk to me about this topic."

"I just want to listen casually, after all, I'm a serious businessman," Anthony said lightly: "Don't mind Mrs. Gao."

"Of course," Mrs. Gao nodded in understanding, and at the same time she couldn't help but curl her lips secretly. Is it true and serious to be a businessman now? First, ask if the dead souls who died under your hands agree.

"Start quickly," the gangster with stitches on his face has been the key target of the punishments in recent times, and the losses are the most serious, so he is also the most active in cleaning up these street heroes: "First say yes, if your plan cannot satisfy me, then I can only say sorry."

"No problem," Mrs. Gao smiled, then glanced at everyone present with different expressions, and slowly wandered behind the gangster boss and said, "But before that, there are still some small things to deal with."

"What's the matter?" said the gangster with an iron mask.

"That's to clean up the unstable factors among us," Mrs. Gao walked behind one of the fat gangsters wearing white scarves and suddenly pressed his shoulder with one hand, then leaned into his ear and said, "You said yes, Mr. Garcia of FBI."

"What?" Many gangsters present were stunned. One of them had a close relationship with Garcia and directly defended him: "Madam Gao, Gacili is old, have you made a mistake?"

"I'm wrong?" Mrs. Gao smiled and did not answer. Instead, he patted Garcia on the shoulder and said to him again: "What do you think? Mr. Garcia, did I make a mistake?"

"Mrs. Gao, your joke is not funny," Garcia, who turned her back to Mrs. Gao, was not confused at all in scrutiny and took a deep breath of the cigar and said with a blank expression: "If you told me that you were joking just now, I could pretend that I had never given birth to something, but I wouldn't be the case."

"Why don't you take the example?" Mrs. Gao couldn't help laughing so hard that she leaned back and forth when she heard this. After a moment, she leaned into his ear and said in a silence: "Do you think you are hiding perfectly, so you are fearless, Garcia."

"Are you trying to put the blame for our last transaction failure to me? Mrs. Gao," Garcia said in a deep voice.

"Push to you?" Mrs. Gao said with a cold look on her eyes: "No, it's just a batch of goods, I don't care. But what I care about is one thing, that is, you dare to stay openly and prepare to participate in my actions!"

"Enough Madam Gao!" Garcia directly twisted the cigar onto the table and said angrily: "If you want to say that I am from FBI, then take out the evidence in front of everyone! If you can't take it out, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Evidence?" Mrs. Gao smiled, and before Garcia could react, she swept the side with the hand pressed on his shoulder. A sound of bone fractures and tendons broke out. Only the people in the conference hall found that Garcia's big head had already landed on the ground.

Looking at the headless corpse with expressionless expression, Mrs. Gao took out her handkerchief and wiped her hand that was not stained with blood, and threw it to Garcia's head to death.

"Evidence?" Mrs. Gao sneered: "It seems that you idiot still don't understand. We are not your fbi, we never need evidence!"

"Okay, I'll handle one," Mrs. Gao looked at the people in the venue again and said lightly: "I'm giving you a chance for other undercover agents. If you stand up now, I can let you out here. As for what happens after you go out, it depends on your own."

Those who have no ghost in their hearts all look like they are watching the show, while those who have no ghost in their hearts think that Mrs. Gao is blackmailing him, so the venue is extremely quiet for a moment.

"It seems that you are unwilling to cherish the opportunity I gave you," Mrs. Gao glanced at the people in the venue expressionlessly, then pointed to the two people around the two big bosses and said, "Come on, take him and her down. When the meeting is over, hand them over to the bosses of their respective gangs."

"Sir, I am innocent!"

"Boss, I'm not an undercover agent!"

The two of them were pointed at by Mrs. Gao and wanted to resist hard, but in this venue, they were all good players in Mrs. Gao's hands, so they were pinned down before a round. They couldn't help but start asking for help from themselves as the boss.

But they were disappointed, and their boss just looked at them deeply and stopped talking. After all, Mrs. Gao is quite credible, and the other party also said that he would just take down the person temporarily first and return it to him at that time, so they naturally would not stop him.

Looking at the two people who were struggling and shouting and being taken out by Mrs. Gao's subordinates, Anthony couldn't help but smile and ignored it. After all, whether these two people were alive or dead, they had nothing to do with him.

Moreover, Mrs. Gao did not wrongly accuse these two people. You should know that when Mrs. Gao threatened after executing Garcia, although everyone seemed to be unable to see anything on the surface. However, some subtle changes in their bodies could not deceive people. Both of them had the most dramatic changes such as heartbeat and blood flow. If Anthony was responsible for hosting this meeting, Anthony would also invite these two people out.

It is better to kill the wrong person than let go. The handling methods of many intelligence agencies are not the norm of gangsters.

"Okay, the trivial matter is over, it's time to start getting to the point," Mrs. Gao smiled and waved to a subordinate next to her.

Looking at the gangsters who were dispersed on the court, Mrs. Gao said again: "These are some of the information about street heroes I have collected over the past few days. Many of them are marked with their possible identities and scope of their family. I believe that with your strength and power, things like this are actually collected to a greater or lesser extent.

The first thing we have to do now is to share information, collect all the information of the street police hidden around us, and then lock in their true identities.
Chapter completed!