Chapter 972: There really is a killer (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)
Chapter 972 There is a real killer (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)
These people entered the country with work visas. Except for Swager and two Americans, the others did not have gun licenses at all.
This kind of thing cannot be done easily, so a few Yemenis can only serve as Xu Chuan's human shields.
From the morning of the next day, Swager led people to inspect the Madison Garden Arena from the inside out and used his experience to find out where snipers could be set up nearby.
Even worked with Brian Mills’ people to re-plan the route for the signing team to enter the arena.
“Brother, let’s get over it.” Xu Chuan felt that these people were making a fuss out of a molehill.
Swager took out his tactical terminal, "Our intelligence analysts don't think so."
This is what Birkhoff sent him last night, "Someone has posted your name on the dark web, offering a reward of five million. We haven't found out who it is yet."
Xu Chuan took it and took a look, tsk, what kind of hatred or resentment, someone who is so honest and responsible actually wants to take his life, is there any law...
Umbrella analysts report a 23% chance of analyzing Sergey Smike via AI, 19% for Vladimir Makarov and 17% for MI6…
Xu Chuan looked at the long list of names and fell into deep thought. Did he offend so many people after doing so many things?
Let’s not talk about other things, the manufacturer of a certain feature phone that has declared bankruptcy probably really wants it to die.
Okay, he gave up.
…
The modified suit was delivered on time. Xue La watched Xu Chuan put it on with satisfaction, "My dear, you don't need to button the coat, and you don't need to wear a tie."
The effect is very good, of course because there is not much difference in stature between Xu Chuan and Alan Wayne.
Wear casual clothes to distinguish him from the meticulous staff around him.
She herself wore a beige dress with a simple style and nothing fancy. This was far different from her usual fashion blockbusters.
A lot of reporters have gathered at the Madison Arena, and there are even fans who came after hearing the news. They gathered at the gate holding slogans like "Taylor, get out of here". It looked like they had won a championship. .
“What on earth did Claude Taylor do?”
Xu Chuan passed by in a Chevrolet Saab class. He knew some about Taylor's past. To be honest, he didn't have any big problems except that he often quarreled with the media. Even the team manager and players said this The people are actually nice.
“This is New York. Believe me, boss, these Yankees will do the same to you sooner or later.”
The guy sitting in the passenger seat is called Linton Fiennes. He is a bearded man and a typical Texas redneck.
Umbrella, who is 35 years old and joined a year ago, was once a member of the famous SEAL Team 6. He was expelled for violating military discipline and did not get a penny of retirement pay.
As for the reason, his file stated that he had violated orders multiple times and was guilty of serious injury.
Xu Chuan doesn’t know if it’s true, but with John Smith’s character and disobedience to orders, it is absolutely impossible to recruit him into the company.
"It doesn't matter, I don't use the Internet much, and I don't live here." Xu Chuan meant that no matter how they cursed, it would not reach his ears, and these Yang guys didn't really think that You can scold him better than you can.
"Haha", Linton Fiennes laughed. This was the second time he met this big boss. The last time was in Libiya's camp. This guy asked everyone to clean up for a week. This incident made a deep impression on him.
Curtis was also there at the time, and they, old-timers, were certainly not very convinced by the command of an Asian boy, even if this man was their boss.
However, after learning that the boss's fighting ability was almost the same as that of Albert, who was like a beast, they went to clean the house in silence.
This group of people have been in the army for more than ten years and know how to judge the truth and falsehood. Let a Delta member admit that his fighting ability is not as good as that of an Asian. This is not something that can be done with a certain annual salary, unless of course it is given too much.
A group of three cars did not park at the front door where the crowd gathered, but went around to the side door. There are not many commanding heights around here, the risk level is low, and there is no crowd barrier to quickly enter the stadium.
Linton Fiennes got out of the car first, and a total of four people got out of the two cars at the front and rear. After confirming that the surroundings were safe, they opened the door of Xu Chuan's car.
“Well, to be honest, I’m not used to this.” Xu Chuan put his hand on the door frame and protected Xue La as he got out of the car.
He really didn't get used to the way these people faced a formidable enemy. Not only did they restrict his movements, Swager also set up a sniper position on the top floor of the arena to keep an eye on the surrounding situation.
“Boss, please don’t embarrass us.” Fiennes made a gesture of invitation. The most disturbing thing for the security personnel was that the VIPs were disobedient.
Walking into the arena, Brian's people were already waiting here, and their manpower was responsible for some of the work inside the arena.
These old spies are much more professional in what they do.
Claude Taylor and his team, as well as the team's management, are already waiting here.
They will sign first, then hold a press conference, and then the team that has brought Claude Taylor countless fortunes and notoriety will belong to others.
There is nothing to say about the signing process. No one will jump out to express objections, and no one will rush through the door to offer a higher price.
If there was, Claude Taylor would be the first to hammer him down, he really couldn't afford to hold him back.
In the news center, only the media owned by Claude Taylor and Twitter reported the entire incident, which was regarded as their privilege.
Accompanied by lawyers, both parties signed their names on the documents. The only sound was the sound of the camera shutter.
It wasn’t until the two of them put down their pens that there was warm applause.
“I wish you good luck.” Claude Taylor, who breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand and shook it with Xu Chuan. This sentence was definitely sincere.
“This place will bring you wealth, but it will definitely bring you nightmares.”
Xu Chuan shook his head, "You are really good at joking. Think about your wealth when you have nightmares, and you should wake up with joy."
Xu Chuan thinks these people are so hypocritical. When Taylor took over the team ten years ago, he spent less than 200 million U.S. dollars. Now when he sells it, not counting the money he has earned over the years, the team has increased by 50 million U.S. dollars. Six times, it’s still a nightmare, so please give it a try.
Then the door of the arena opened, and the invited media came in one after another.
These people are scrambling. The signing ceremony has been preempted by Voltrim News and Twitter. The interview can no longer be robbed.
It's really interesting to say that Claude Taylor has been really unlucky recently, otherwise he wouldn't have sold the team in exchange for funds.
But just yesterday, his Voltrim News snatched Stevens’ exclusive interview rights about the Thirteen Hours of Benghazi incident, and after today at least another billion in cash was recorded.
Are the New York Buccaneers really a curse? Otherwise, why hasn't he won a championship in forty years? Why did Taylor's luck improve so much after he got rid of him?
I can only say that the people who work in journalism are really very imaginative. No matter how outrageous it is, there will definitely be relevant analysis published in tomorrow's newspaper. At the press conference, no one paid attention to the eliminated Claude Taylor, and there was not even a courtesy. Everyone's eyes were on Xu Chuan, especially the local media in New York.
“Mr. Grylls, are the Buccaneers going to rebuild?”
“Can we make the playoffs next year?”
“Next year…”
Hmm, these people have already begun to think about the finals. They really dare to think about it more than the cute fans in China.
But fortunately, there is still a chance to at least invest more money to buy two super giants, but China Basketball really has no chance at all.
Xu Chuan listened to the disorderly chatter among a group of people and turned to look at Claude Taylor sitting next to him, "I know why you scolded them."
Tyler smiled bitterly and shrugged. Although he lost a profitable project, he could stay away from these unreasonable bastards, so he could just regard it as his own gain.
Xu Chuan said nothing and stopped the media staff who wanted to stop them. He just sat there and watched these people perform.
It doesn't matter, he had eaten when he came out and drank it slowly with them, and he didn't provide drinking water.
“Mr. Grylls, please answer the question.”
Just when Xu Chuan was about to fall asleep with his chin in his hands, these people finally became quiet.
Looked at his watch, it was exactly 15 minutes.
“Answer the question? I didn’t hear it clearly, why don’t you say it again.” Xu Chuan looked at the reporter sitting below with a puzzled look.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Sheila, who was sitting next to her, almost failed to manage her expression properly.
Xu Chuan lazily leaned on the table with his chin propped up, as if to say, it doesn't matter, I have plenty of time.
This is the first time that these media reporters have encountered something like this. They usually set a time for media interviews. If the time is exceeded, they will leave directly. This is the first time that they have seen such a thing.
“Don’t get me wrong, I really didn’t hear you clearly. I’m Chinese and my English is not good.” Xu Chuan explained with a serious expression, but it would be more convincing if he could restrain his standard London accent.
Twenty reporters were sitting there and you looked at me and I looked at you, and then one of them raised his hand.
Xu Chuan made a gesture of invitation, "Well, in the future, this kind of media interviews will be out of order. You decide who speaks first. I'm not afraid of wasting time. Let's take our time."
Then he pointed at team manager Seth Gable, "Don't hinder the media reporters' freedom to ask questions in the future, but most people won't be able to hear two or more people talking, right?"
After finishing speaking, Xu Chuan looked at the reporter who raised his hand, "What do you want to ask?"
To be honest, the reporters sitting below have calmed down and have no interest in talking.
“Well, I would like to ask if the team and management will reorganize and buy those players next season.”
Xu Chuan waved his hand directly, then faced everyone and said, "I know what you want to ask, so I said it at once."
“I have just signed the contract, and many things are not clear to me. My habit is to leave professional matters to professionals.”
Xu Chuan pointed to the team manager, "Mr. Gabour will make a team reform plan in the shortest possible time, including players and management."
"As for the introduction of players, I don't think you are going to let me, an outsider, dictate. Of course, there is also the issue of the championship. I think a city that has not won it for forty years should ask a city that has just arrived less than three days ago. People are very unreasonable.”
“Okay, that’s it, you just wasted too much time, please be more careful next time.”
After saying that, Xu Chuan stood up and prepared to leave, and of course Claude Taylor was with him. He felt that he had never felt so happy in so many years.
Of course the reporters below didn’t want it to end like this. They had been waiting outside the arena all morning and couldn’t just wait for these few words.
It’s just that Xu Chuan ignored them and asked Twitter’s own media to post the video of the chaos just now, so that these people would talk nonsense.
“Go back to the hotel.” He said to Linton Fiennes, holding Sheila’s hand and walking towards the arena door.
Taylor followed behind, with a cheerful face and seemed to be in a good mood, "Bell, don't forget the banquet tonight."
Today Taylor invited celebrities from all walks of life in New York and held a grand dinner.
Actually, Xu Chuan should do this, but Taylor knew that this person probably wouldn't be able to hire anyone, so he helped.
So it can be seen from this that this person is actually quite good.
“Don’t worry, I won’t forget it.” Xu Chuan shook hands with the other party.
There were many people gathered at the gate, waiting for them to come out.
There are arena security personnel maintaining order, and some internal staff are standing at the gate. Not far away, there is an Asian man wearing a cleaner's uniform, pushing a trolley.
Xu Chuan glanced at it and then told Fiennes, "Did you see that cleaner? Beat him."
Fiennes was stunned for a moment, but he walked towards the target without much hesitation and stopped the opponent.
The other two PMCs also surrounded him, one on the left and the other on the right.
The cleaner didn't hesitate at all. He threw the bucket at Fiennes, then turned around and ran away.
"Fuck..." Fiennes dodged the bucket and cursed.
Took out a SIG226 from the holster on his waist, pointed it at the other party and shouted, "Stop, otherwise we will shoot."
Of course he was trying to scare the other person. He was not Jingcha. Even the NYPD couldn't shoot without saying anything.
The other two people chased him at the same time, but the Asian cleaner moved too fast and rushed out of the door and into the crowd.
“What the hell.”
Fiennes stopped the others from continuing to chase, took out the walkie-talkie and called the car, asking them to go to the back door immediately and wait.
At the same time, he protected Xu Chuan and moved to the direction of the back door.
"Hey, brother, don't worry." Xu Chuan was not too panicked. Li Bingxian just came over without putting on makeup. This killer is not very professional.