The advantages of a local kingpin were sometimes very obvious.
The two gifts Winston mentioned were, in fact, two files related to Roy.
One of them was about Martin Li.
When Roy arrived in New York and took over the family's 'Little Italy' in the lower district, more than three-quarters of the territory had already been swallowed up by Martin Li.
The file from Winston contained a detailed record of everything Martin Li had done since arriving in New York.
To be precise, Martin Li was not the real Martin Li, but an anonymous individual from some unknown snakehead organization.
During a smuggling attempt, the ship had an accident at sea.
After this nameless person came ashore, he was ambushed by the Maggia organization in Queens and sent to be a test subject for composite drugs, thereby acquiring the ability to induce extreme negative emotions in people.
After escaping the laboratory, the nameless person fabricated the story of Martin Li's smuggling, his dream of freedom, and so on.
He even managed to get the President of the United States to award him the Medal of Freedom by fabricating stories and creating hype.
Immediately after, Martin Li used his superpowers to manipulate the financial markets and establish the Demon Gang.
But in public, Martin Li built the F.E.A.S.T. homeless shelters and became a philanthropist.
In just a few short years, Martin Li had practically become the Kingpin of Chinatown, known as Mister Negative, and was constantly fighting against the Maggia organization led by Hammerhead.
Furthermore, the reason Martin Li had taken over three-quarters of Little Italy in the lower district was that Hertz, the official member of the Corleone family, was in close collusion with the Maggia.
The other file was on Hertz, the other official member of the Corleone family in New York.
Compared to Martin Li's, Hertz's file was much thicker.
Hertz was a typical Italian-American. Born in Chicago, his parents were busy with crime, so he grew up in a boarding school. Because he was short, fat, and unattractive, he had very low self-esteem during his teenage years.
At the same time, this low self-esteem bred a twistedness in Hertz's heart.
In high school, under his father's coercion, Hertz shot and killed a classmate who often bullied him.
From then on, Hertz began to transform into an insidious, vicious, cruel, and utterly inhuman, psychopathic bastard.
After he came of age, Hertz's father died during a family mission.
To compensate Hertz, the Corleone family made him an official member and assigned him to New York.
At that time, the Corleone family was attempting a second comeback in New York after retreating 40 years prior.
Hertz was a man of little ability, but with his insidious and vicious methods, he was very good at surviving.
For a full twenty years, the Corleone family suffered heavy casualties, barely managing to establish a foothold in New York's two Little Italys. Hertz, by surviving, secretly established connections with a congressman and entered into numerous collaborations with the newly rising New York drug lord Frank Lucas, Hammerhead of the Maggia, and others.
With these connections and profits, Hertz also earned the appreciation of the Corleone family's underboss.
Thus, in the distribution of territory, Roy was shafted and sent to the almost non-existent 'Little Italy' in the lower district.
At the bottom of Hertz's file, there was also information on the New York drug lord, the congressman, and others.
It had to be said that these two files were indeed excellent gifts for Roy.
That old fox Winston was truly skilled at figuring people out, at recruitment and scheming, a veritable "Timely Rain" in New York.
Although Roy had no obsession with territory or the criminal underworld, he was still very unhappy about being screwed over by the capo and Hertz.
Besides, building a mage tower and researching magic also required money.
Using these people to vent his anger while also making a large sum of money was an excellent plan.
These people were all high-quality blood bags.
"Winston, I'll leave the matter of transferring my account to you."
"Now, I'd like to ask, does the Continental here have any contracts on Hertz, the drug lord, Hammerhead, the congressman, the capo, the underboss, or Martin Li?"
"Ah, the underlings of these people will do as well. A grand opening special for my arrival in New York. No distinction between good and evil, no limit on quantity."
At that moment, Roy's killing intent was palpable.
At the same time, a look of joy and a smile appeared on Winston's face. "Roy, welcome to New York!"
"Now I need to go contact Rome. Perhaps you could go to the basement bar."
"It's my treat today. You can get everything you want there."
The rooftop dinner ended there.
Winston was in a hurry to get to his office to handle Roy's 'transfer.'
As for Roy, he quickly and familiarly made his way to a bar in the basement of the Continental Hotel.
It wasn't much different from a regular quiet bar.
At most, the scattered guests in the bar would occasionally exude a faint, dangerous aura, like beasts and venomous snakes disguised in the jungle.
Roy paid no mind to the gazes of the bar's patrons.
Although his hunting grounds had mostly been in Europe before, as the most prosperous city in America, Roy had visited the Continental in New York more than a few times.
He walked through the open-plan bar and straight to the front of the counter.
A blonde woman in a bartender's uniform glanced at Roy, a perfectly measured smile on her face.
"Hi, Roy, welcome to New York!"
"Hi, Grenna. Does everyone know I'm transferring to New York now?"
"Of course. You have no idea how much Winston has missed you. I swear, not even the hottest Latina chick has made him so head over heels."
"Grenna, you've successfully made me feel scared. And I swear, I will never tell Winston."
"Roy! Okay, I take back what I just said. You can place your order now."
Grenna had a nice figure, but her looks were average at best.
And a woman who could climb to the position of head of the intelligence team at the Continental was definitely not as simple as she appeared.
A little teasing with a woman like this was fine, but Roy had no intention of getting to know her any better.
Soon, a slip of paper filled with names appeared on the bar.
Grenna took the paper, scanned it quickly, and then burned it.
Then, Grenna poured Roy a glass of whiskey on the rocks and turned to go to the back of the bar.
About ten minutes later, before Roy could finish his drink and cigar, Grenna reappeared before him with a sealed file.
"Mr. Roy, this is your list of available targets for this hunt, with detailed instructions attached."
"Happy hunting!"
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