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Chapter 554 We are half-brothers!

While Edgar was making one phone call after another, dealing with the biggest public relations and legal crisis Walter had ever faced, Ma Zhaodi listened with great interest.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this old company is really something else; they even have connections up to the governor."

The phone then switched to the next contact.

"Oh, this is animal protection, that's not surprising."

"This is a member of parliament."

"Is this the second animal protection agency? How many are there in total?"

"Why are there religious figures here? Does the Godfather need superheroes to help him exorcise evil spirits?"

While listening to Edgar's phone call, Ma Zhaodi cheerfully picked up a pen and wrote down the names of all the people Edgar had contacted in his notebook. Although he kept complaining, his pen never stopped moving.

Such secretly recorded phone conversations cannot be used as evidence, but Ma Zhaodi had no objection to this, as he had not originally intended to use them as evidence anyway.

It's just that making a note of who Vought's allies is now will make things easier when it comes to settling scores.

Even if he doesn't do this himself, he can just hand it over to the CIA, as long as it works.

"Mr. Uh, we've arrived."

At this moment, the driver in the front seat suddenly spoke up, looking cautious, as if he felt he had encountered a mentally unstable person who liked to talk to himself and doodle. He didn't dare to speak loudly: "Could you please pay the fare?"

So the passenger in the back seat put away his pen and notebook and muttered something—it clearly didn't sound like English, but the driver could only tell it was Russian; he couldn't understand the specific content at all.

"What did you say?" the driver couldn't help but ask.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can you ride a bus without paying the fare?"

The middle-aged man with a big belly and a big beard readily took out the money, which finally relieved the driver. After receiving the money, he sped off at the street corner.

"Those Russians are really something else."

Listening to the driver's grumbling as he drove away, the man didn't show any particular expression. The things the other person said about him were actually quite normal. After all, he had been listening and writing them down the whole way, and it was obvious that he was being treated like a lunatic because he was being too obvious and straightforward.

Fortunately, the driver didn't listen carefully to what he was saying or take what he was muttering as important information. Otherwise, he wouldn't have cared, but Walter might have come looking for him directly.

Moreover, he was neither mentally ill nor Russian, so he was actually in a good mood and could manage to hold on.

"Russian mafia, Russian mafia"

Walking down the street, Ma Zhaodi muttered to himself as he took out his phone to search—in the information age, information retrieval is of course extremely useful, and Ma Zhaodi almost immediately located the location he wanted to find, as well as the identity of the other party.

Unless the other party completely avoids electronic products, the information that Ma Zhaodi found is unlikely to be problematic.

So he searched the streets for a while and then came directly to the door of the Russian mafia.

"Hello."

The portly man smiled and greeted the gang members at the door: "Do you remember me?"

"?"

The gangster at the door was quite burly, with a rather fierce expression. He carefully sized up the rather large man in front of him and asked inexplicably, "Who are you?"

"You don't recognize me?"

The fat man sighed. "We've never really been friends since we were kids. You ate at your house, I ate at mine; you've never met me, but I've never met you either. You came to New York, became a respectable gangster in this big city, you don't need someone like me who isn't a friend." "?"

The gang member at the door immediately gave him a look that said, "What the hell is this guy babbling about?" He had no idea what kind of person this madman was, but he was certain that he had to teach him a lesson.

"Kid, you think you're funny? Pretty smug?" He sneered as he stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "Or do you think I'm easy to fool?"

Ma Zhaodi shook his head.

"Think about it yourself, who bought your watch?"

The gang member was stunned for a moment, and even subconsciously glanced at his wrist before his face darkened.

“Okay.” Ma Zhaodi sighed, “You bought it for yourself, but what about your shoes?”

“Suka—”

"Okay, you bought the shoes for yourself, but have you ever thought about this?"

He said seriously, "You bought so many things for yourself, isn't that a bit selfish? Why don't you give me the money?"

"Brief!"

Hearing this, the burly gangster at the door finally couldn't hold back any longer. He was planning to drag this bastard who had come to harass him inside and beat him up, preferably knocking out all his teeth, or simply sending him to his death here. Don't think this is impossible. Ever since Homelander and Superman's activity frequency has decreased significantly, a large number of criminals in New York City have been restless.

Many American gangs, especially the New York gangs, felt an unprecedented sense of relief—although the Homelanders had never bothered them before, as they were always busy with business and rarely went out to fight crime, the fact that their boss was gone still made them feel relaxed.

Seeing that the other party was finally getting anxious, Ma Zhaodi immediately gave up resisting and let them pull him into the iron gate. Of course, he had the ability to break in from the front, but this plan would cause too much of a stir. It was a small matter if the citizens remembered it, but if that old fox Edgar noticed it, things would be very troublesome.

Even if it has to be exposed, it should be exposed later.

Ma Zhaodi, who had been dragged inside, rolled to the ground and immediately saw the person rushing straight towards him. He immediately started speaking Russian very quickly, as if afraid that the other person would not be able to react in time.

"Huh? You're Russian?"

Just as he rushed over, the burly man, who was originally planning to punch him in the face a few times, suddenly hesitated for a moment. After all, this was a foreign land, and seeing his fellow countrymen would give him a sense of kinship.

Not to mention that this place is originally a Russian mafia area, so the sense of belonging to fellow countrymen is even stronger.

Ma Zhaodi nodded: "I speak Russian now."

I still don't quite believe it.

Seeing that the other party was still hesitant, Ma Zhaodi immediately reached into his pocket and pulled out two bottles of vodka under the other party's wary gaze.

"Do you believe it?"

"Oh, you should have said so earlier, buddy!"

Jingle Bell--

About three or four hours after the news broke, Shen Hai's cell phone finally rang, as he sat anxiously in front of the television.

“Come to my office.” Barrett’s voice sounded somewhat cold.

"The company needs you to do something."

(End of this chapter)