Such a torment made him feel dazed and dying, but one foot remained in reality, and a person's body seemed to be torn into two parts.

"I...I said..."

David's words became more and more difficult, and he was speechless.

"The person behind the Black Hand Club is...Maxwell!"

"Come on... kill me!"

David looked at Xiao Yang with pleading eyes, and he could no longer bear it for a minute.

"very good!"

After Xiao Yang said a word, he threw David's body along the platform on the top floor. With a "thump", David's body fell on the concrete floor downstairs, falling to the bloody and bloody place.

But this was a relief for him!

"Maxwell!"

Xiao Yang was muttering this name.

The rest of the Quicksand Organization naturally heard this name. They reacted the same as Xiao Yang, and they could not believe that the driver behind the Black Hand Club was actually this guy.

If you want to blame, Maxwell can only blame him for packaging himself too perfectly, without any loopholes, and no one can put suspicion on him even if everyone racked their brains.

Meirou walked forward slowly and said in a deep voice: "Boss, if David hadn't lie, the American upper-level figure behind the Black Hand Club is Maxwell, this matter would be a bit tricky!"

Xiao Yang's face was solemn and he didn't make any sound.

Maxwell won the World Peace Award for several years in succession. He is well-known in all countries and is known as the messenger of peace. His words can incite the leadership of many countries and use the military power of these countries. This is an extremely terrible thing.

What makes people laugh is that the leaders of these countries would not have thought that the black hand that gave them the most headache would actually be Maxwell's masterpiece.

Maxwell, who was far away in the White Building in the United States, learned about David's failure this time after several hours, and was wiped out by the entire army. He was furious. He summoned the founders of the Black Hand Club to the White Building for urgent discussions.

Maxwell is the biggest promoter behind the Black Hand Association, and is also the sponsor of this organization. After receiving this notice, the founders of the Black Hand Association immediately drove to Bailou.

Maxwell did not want the relationship between him and the Black Hand Club to be known to others. He asked all the bodyguards guarding around the White House to evacuate early in the morning and sat alone in the conference room of the White House.

After a while, the three founders of the Black Hand Club rushed to the Bailou. As soon as the three of them walked into the conference room, they saw Maxwell sitting upright in the middle, with a serious face, holding a cigar on his fingers, slowly sucking and spitting out the pale white clouds.

The lingering smoke covered his face, revealing a bit solemn and dignified.

The three founders of the Black Hand Society looked at each other, feeling something was wrong, just stood there and remained silent.

Maxwell flicked the ashes of the cigar and then raised his head, looking at the three founders of the Black Hand Society standing straight in front of him with a cold look. Then he coughed twice, cleared his throat intentionally, and said in a deep voice: "You group of useless wastes!"

These three black hands would hear this, and they were all confused.

They didn't know what was going on, so Maxwell called them here in the middle of the night.

"David Qiannan's operation failed this time, and all the people he brought died there. What do you think should I do?"
Chapter completed!