Chapter 74 Loss of composure

Italian accent?

"Could it be that Tommy Vercetti?"

Although this seems to be just a coincidence, Wilson feels that this is the most likely speculation.

However, there is one thing he can't figure out.

James just visited last night, and Tommy Vercetti can find Vanessa today.

Where did that guy get the information in such a short time?

You know, in order to protect Vanessa's safety, he has never revealed his feelings to outsiders.

Only James, his deputy who has been with him for many years, can barely glimpse some clues from his various actions.

However, James will never betray him.

After all, James has been assisting him conscientiously for more than ten years, accompanying him through countless ups and downs, and has already proved his loyalty with his own actions.

Besides, even if James really betrayed him, what good would it be?

He is already the second in command. Even if James is loyal to the Italian, he will only continue to be his second in command, and there is no chance of getting promoted.

Therefore, whether from a personal perspective or from a private interest perspective, it is impossible that James leaked the information.

But even so, under such circumstances, the Italians were still able to find his fatal weakness with amazing accuracy.

Such superb skills and outstanding abilities made him frown tightly, and a strong shock and uneasiness surged in his heart.

"He is demonstrating to me..."

Wilson had a headache.

At this moment, he deeply realized that he had indeed greatly underestimated the deep foundation and powerful energy of the Italians.

They could investigate such secret things clearly, so would the criminal evidence hidden in the gang also be understood and mastered by the Italians?

James, who was sitting in the main driving seat of the car, was thinking more at this moment.

He was thinking about the purpose of Tommy's doing this.

If it was just for demonstration, then he would congratulate the other party. Tommy's actions really made him and his boss sweat.

Especially the painting "Hare in the Snowstorm" bought by Tommy, it was like a thorn in his heart, making him feel cold all over, and shocked by the intelligence gathering ability of the Italians.

But if Tommy's purpose was not so simple, and he wanted to have something with Vanessa, then this matter would become a little tricky.

He had no doubt whether Tommy had such ability.

As we all know, Italians have always been romantic and passionate.

Picking up girls is almost an instinct engraved in their bones.

This can be seen from the intelligence.

Not long after arriving in New York, Tommy Vercetti had two long-term partners around him, and it is said that he often entertained in the Red Circle Club.

Such a romantic figure, if you say he is a gentleman, then James will definitely not believe it.

Moreover, to be honest, whether it is appearance, figure, temperament, or even dressing, his boss has to admit that he is better than Tommy Vercetti.

In this unfavorable situation, assuming that the two did not use any means and engaged in pure fair competition, he did not think that the boss would have a chance to win.

"What a headache."

James said nothing and continued to drive quietly.

Wilson was already very upset, so he didn't want to add fuel to the fire and make his boss even more worried.

He drove the car back to Hell's Kitchen without saying a word and came to the gang's lair.

Wilson strode into the office with a gloomy face.

At this moment, his face was extremely ugly, as if covered by a layer of dark clouds.

When he thought that his beloved got into another man's car, he felt extremely angry. He immediately took out his mobile phone and issued an urgent task to his subordinates.

Asked them to use any means and at any cost to find Vanessa as soon as possible.

In fact, compared with his subordinates who had no clue and searched blindly, he had a more efficient method.

As early as in the previous investigation, he got Vanessa's phone number. As long as he called it now, he would probably know what was happening there.

However, he knew that he couldn't do that.

Even if he really made the call, what could he say?

Say I know you're hanging out with a wild man, and then order her to come back to him immediately?

This is impossible and unrealistic!

What's more, he and Vanessa have only met once, and the relationship between the two is far from being close enough to exchange phone numbers.

No mistake, one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

If he really made the call rashly, wouldn't it be equivalent to confessing to Vanessa that he had been secretly investigating her?

In this way, Vanessa would definitely be frightened and panicked.

In just a few seconds, Wilson's face changed.

No one could imagine that the gangster overlord who usually called the wind and rain in Hell's Kitchen, the dreaded "King Bing", would now be deeply troubled by the power of love, showing the helplessness and entanglement of ordinary people.

Fortunately, there was no one in the office at the moment, otherwise, if his men witnessed this scene, they would be stunned and their eyes would almost fall out of their sockets.

Just at this moment, the door of the office was knocked gently, and then his deputy James pushed the door open.

"Boss, Miss Mariana has been found."

"Hurry up!"

Seeing that the boss was so impatient, James did not dare to delay or procrastinate, and hurriedly spoke in detail.

"I quickly contacted Sheriff Blake. With his assistance, we successfully checked the traffic system. By carefully checking the surveillance video on the street, we finally found that the black Mercedes-Benz that Miss Mariana was riding in seemed to be parked in a block not far from Hell's Kitchen.

However, what is worrying is that the police station has just received a report that local residents heard gunshots and suspected that someone was exchanging fire around.

In other words..."

"In other words, Vanessa is likely to be in danger now, right!"

Hearing this bad news, Wilson was anxious.

Seeing him like this, James couldn't help complaining in his heart.

"How can you manage things in the future if you are like this?"

In his memory, James had never seen his boss lose his composure like this.

In the past, no matter how great the difficulties and challenges he encountered, Wilson always maintained a calm attitude, exuding convincing confidence and composure.

But today, just hearing some bad news about Vanessa, Wilson acted so flustered.

This really shouldn't be the normal behavior of a gangster overlord.

"This won't work."