บท 198: Chapter 198: Al Capone of New York
In the corner of the hotel lobby, Matisse called up a map of Manhattan on the iPad and laid out a plan.
"Steven, you drive to 141 Street near the Harlem River. This is an L-shaped street, very short and suitable for ambushes, and it is being rebuilt. It has been emptied and will not cause accidental injuries.
Our two cars will clear up in advance. You come in from 142th Street and leave from Fifth Avenue as soon as you turn a turn. As long as they follow up on 141st Street, we will immediately block the two ends with cars and catch turtles in the urn!
The Mexicans are new here and they certainly don't understand the terrain. As long as they hit this place, it will be difficult to escape. By then, they have only two options, either surrender or be shot!
There is no problem with safety on the way. I will follow you in the third car. As long as you don't stop the car, the Mexicans won't have any chance and can only follow behind and step into this trap."
Ye Tian was very satisfied with the plan made by Matisse, but he still added something.
"Matisse, you are professionals. I followed the instructions throughout. I am also familiar with the terrain near 141th Street. I am sure it can perfectly lead these Mexican bastards into the trap.
I want to explain something. This time there will be a fierce firefight. No matter what the result is, I will not treat you badly. Your gains are only a lot more than Alaska!
Bullets do not have eyes, and accidents may occur in the crossfire. Here I solemnly promise to everyone that if an accident does happen, I will give generous compensation and be responsible to the end!"
Under the reward, there must be a brave man! Ye Tian believed in this famous saying.
There was a glimmer of ecstasy in Matisse's eyes, and they almost cheered in excitement!
Although Ye Tian didn't say a word for money, the meaning was very clear, and he was going to make a fortune! And it is a more generous income than the $50,000 check in your pocket!
Thinking of this, Matisse and the others even want more Mexican bastards to come.
For these Mexicans, Matisse has never looked at them. If the special forces elites can't do a few gangsters, they might as well buy a piece of tofu and kill them!
"Steven, don't worry, as long as these Mexicans dare to do something, they will never come back!"
Matisse vowed to say, full of confidence, as did the other security guards.
While talking, Matisse's phone rang, it was Raymond, and they came back.
After answering the call, Matisse immediately asked Pique to go to the back door of the hotel to get the security contract and other equipment.
After 10 minutes, Pique came back with a backpack.
"Steven, this is a security contract. As long as you sign it, this contract will take effect immediately. We will become your exclusive security personnel, responsible for protecting your personal safety."
With that said, Matisse took out the security contract and handed it to Ye Tian.
"OK! Let David see first, if it's ok, I'll sign it right away!"
Ye Tian smiled and accepted the contract, handed it to David, and asked him to start reviewing it.
"This is a Kevlar body armor. You will wear it later, just in case. In addition, there is a wireless invisible headset that fits in your ears. No one can see it for easy communication.
Because you don't have a concealed gun license, in order to avoid trouble, we cannot give you a gun. I hope you understand that you can only use your own combat knife at this stage."
Matisse introduced the equipment in the backpack, and then handed the backpack to Ye Tian.
They each took a wireless invisible headset and put it in their ears.
"I understand that you cannot supply weapons."
Ye Tian said with a smile, and reached out to take the backpack.
After that, he quickly put the invisible headset into his ear and did a test. The communication effect was great and the sound was very clear.
Immediately afterwards, David reviewed the contract and confirmed that there was no problem, and Ye Tian signed it accordingly.
The action begins! Pique and another security guard left the hotel through the back door.
The two of them, as well as Raymond and Cole, will first go to 141 Street to clean up, eliminate hidden dangers, and choose a sniper position. Raymond is responsible for sniper support.
Matisse and the other three security guards will follow Ye Tian in a bulletproof SUV to ensure safety on the way and prevent the Mexicans from starting halfway.
In a blink of an eye, Pique and the others have been away for fifteen minutes.
Ye Tian looked at the surveillance screen again. The Mexicans did not change anything, and were still waiting patiently for him to get out of the hotel and fall under their control.
"A bunch of lifeless bastards, hell welcomes you!"
After cursing in a low voice, Ye Tian packed the iPad into his backpack, ready to set off, to act as a poisonous bait and bring these Mexican assholes to the deepest part of hell!
"Steven, Peter and I will take you to the dining car. This will prevent the Mexicans from doing it immediately. You must be alert when driving and avoid stopping as much as possible along the way.
We will follow you not far behind, keep in touch with you at all times, and keep an eye on the Mexican bastards, we will ensure you reach 141st Street safely."
Matisse warned, this is the final arrangement,
"Okay! I believe in your abilities and I can handle this kind of scene"
Ye Tian smiled and nodded, his eyes full of confidence and determination.
Then he said to David and them:
"David, you stay at the Waldorf Astoria, wait for my call, and when things are done on the 141st street, I will call right away, and then you will be the Wall Street lawyer."
"Okay! Steven, you must pay attention to safety, I don't want to lose my big customer!"
David exhorted, and then joked, but smiled slightly reluctantly.
"Don't worry, the best life has just begun, buddies haven't enjoyed enough yet, and I will never fall into the hands of a bunch of Mexican bastards!"
Ye Tian said confidently, picking up his backpack and preparing to set off.
"Steven, let me drive the dining car with you. Two people will have a care together."
"Thank you, Jason, really don't need it! It's better to be a bait by myself, and more flexible."
Ye Tian rejected this proposal. He was very confident, with Jason was even more dangerous.
"Since you insist, so be it! Be careful!"
Jason nodded helplessly and said, he knew that he really couldn't help much, so he didn't make trouble anymore.
"Matisse, Peter, let's go, have fun with these Mexican bastards!"
After speaking, Ye Tian turned around and walked towards the hotel entrance, with very firm steps, Matisse and Peter followed.
"This guy Steven is so tough! I almost don't know him anymore. These Mexicans must be out of luck today. It is estimated that it will be difficult for them to leave New York alive!"
Seeing Ye Tian's departure, David couldn't help but sigh.
Is this the Steven who was swept out by Wall Street? David couldn't believe it!
"Who says no? These Mexicans are really eye-catching, and they even hit Steven's idea. This is to seek a tiger's skin! Looking for a dead end!"
Jason was also very emotional, he had begun to mourn for the poor Mexican.
Walking out of the Waldorf Astoria, Ye Tian immediately glanced at the Mexicans from his side of light. Without a moment's pause, he chatted with Matisse and the others and walked towards the blue dining car.
His expression was very natural, showing no flaws, as did Matisse and Peter, who performed very well.
In the two Mexican SUVs, they immediately became excited when they saw Ye Tian walk out of the hotel.
"Fuck! This bastard is finally leaving! Most of the day is not in vain!"
"We must clean up this bastard later, I'm going crazy!"
"Attention everyone, this Chinese bastard is leaving. Let's follow far away. If there is no particularly good opportunity, then don't do it on the road and visit at night!"
Alberto said to his opponents, ready to start the car at any time.
The other side.
Approaching the dining car, Ye Tian immediately turned on the perspective and scanned the entire car. After confirming that it was not dangerous, he opened the door and sat in the driving seat.
Immediately afterwards, he quickly opened the backpack, took out the body armor and put it on, then pulled the combat knife out of the seat, tied it to the back waist, and pulled it out with his hand.
Matisse and Peter stood in front of the dining car, pretending to be chatting with Ye Tian.
When Ye Tian was armed, the two men took two steps back and left.
"Matisse, Peter, let's have a thrilling night together and send those Mexican bastards to hell!"
Ye Tian said in a low voice with a grin, with endless murderous intent in his eyes.
"Hahaha, the urban war in New York is so interesting! Steven, when the sun rises tomorrow, I believe you will become a legend in this city! Al Capone of New York!"
Matisse and Peter were also very excited, joking in low voices.
"Hahaha, I am not a mafia, but I do appreciate Al Capone!"
Ye Tian smiled and closed the car door, nodded to Matisse and the others, started the car and drove out.
"Follow up, this asshole can never run away today!"
Alberto issued an order, and two Mexican SUVs also drove out of the parking space, far behind Ye Tian.
Two black SUVs passed by one after another, and Matisse and Peter immediately smiled at each other.
The show has officially started!
Ten seconds later, a black bulletproof SUV drove up quickly. When passing by Matisse and the others, the speed of the car dropped slightly and the rear door opened.
In the next second Matisse and Peter rushed into the car like lightning.
After that, the car door slammed shut again, and the speed rose instantly, following Ye Tian and the Mexican, towards 141 Street on the Harlem River.
"Steven, we got in the car, just behind you."
Matisse was quickly armed while talking with Ye Tian.
"Received! Gentlemen, it is a pleasure to fight alongside you!"
Ye Tian responded excitedly. At this time, he was speeding north along Fifth Avenue.
"Steven, we are also deeply honored to fight an urban war with you, a millionaire!"
"Yes! It feels great!"
Matisse's excited response came one after another in the headset, and everyone was ready.
At this time, the night in Manhattan seemed to have begun to smell of gunpowder.
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