Gabriel suddenly felt a little better. To be honest, he did have the idea of getting rid of little Silvio. But he could never find the right time. The guy was slipperier than a loach and couldn't catch the tail at all.
And Gabriel didn't have reliable manpower to do this. After all, he was mainly in charge of the business side of the gang, and all the talent for killing and killing was with Torel.
"Evans, don't talk nonsense!" Gabriel immediately distanced himself, "I have no enmity with little Silvio, why would I kill my brother!"
Evans just sneered but didn't say anything. This made Gabriel feel very confused, wondering if the old scheming peacemaker wanted to cause trouble. Wasn't he inciting Togel to mess with him?
"You and little Silvio have no grievances?" Torrel smiled, and pointed out with bloodshed: "Then who had a conflict with little Silvio in Quay Street last month and made harsh threats to him?
What a terrible fate? Chief Accountant, do you want me to find the person involved to remind you?"
Gabriel suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, because this really happened. At that time, little Silvio caught one of his tricks, and the two sides had an ugly quarrel. He was really forced to say harsh words.
"Then...that's just...just a moment of anger and unruly words!"
Gabriel stammered in explanation: "That can't be true!"
Torel sneered: "You can't take what you said personally, so what you said today can take it seriously? Tell me, was it because you paid to kill little Silvio?"
Gabriel couldn't help but become a little anxious in the face of the pressing Torel, and could only ask Evans for help again: "Deputy gang leader, please help me to be fair! I really don't mean that!"
Evans became more and more contemptuous of this fat man. When he raised his tail, he ignored himself as the deputy gang leader. When he was cornered, he thought that I would come to save his life. What the hell!
He was so fed up with Gabriel that if it hadn't been for the instructions from his old gang leader, he would have really wanted to follow Torel's wishes and get rid of this guy.
"Gang leader, although the chief accountant is suspected, the matter still needs to be investigated clearly. You can't doubt your brother just because of a little suspicion. The top priority now is to quickly investigate and really want to find the murderer!"
Torel stared at Gabriel fiercely, but he could only sigh secretly in his heart. Because although the fat man was suspected, there was no evidence. You can't kill the second or third person in the gang just because of a momentary quarrel, right?
If you really want to do that, then there are so many people who have had conflicts and quarrels with little Silvio. Should you arrest them all and kill them all?
Torel snorted and responded: "Then I will leave this matter to you, the deputy gang leader, to investigate. Find the murderer as soon as possible! Then I will cut out their hearts and livers to commemorate little Silvio's spirit in heaven!"
"
After saying that, he glared at Gabriel fiercely, and the warning and threat were quite obvious.
But Gabriel is not particularly worried anymore, because first of all, little Silvio is dead, and Torel dare not touch him casually. Secondly, the person responsible for finding out the truth is Evans. He knows this person and only protects the gang.
He is stable and will never mess up. In the end, he is upright and not afraid of the shadow. He really did not kill little Silvio. What is there to worry about?
Gabriel did not take the so-called search for the truth seriously. He felt that the death of little Silvio was probably an act of revenge by the Russians. After all, the two sides had been unhappy for the past few months, and it was quite normal for the Russians to take revenge.
But that's it.
It's just that this fat man has never thought that the death of little Silvio was a conspiracy, and it was completely aimed at the top brass of the Hammer Gang.
"Are you sure little Silvio is dead?"
It was the same cafe, still sitting back to back, still covering his lips with newspapers, but this time Vishnyak was more accustomed to it, probably because practice makes perfect, it had been like this almost every day for the past half month, and he was used to it.
This new way of communication.
And he had to admit that this method of communication was indeed safe. In the eyes of irrelevant bystanders, they were just two passers-by who happened to sit together to read newspapers and drink coffee. It was completely unexpected that these two passers-by were doing some conspiracy.
things.
"He's dead! He was stabbed five times and his neck was almost severed. Unless he is a descendant of Count Dracula, there is no reason he could survive."
"Great, please don't go outside for the next few days, just in case someone sees your face before the incident. When the Hammer Gang and Iron Eagle fight, you will come out to cause trouble again."
Vishniak asked curiously: "Why do you want to provoke a conflict between the Hammer Gang and the Iron Eagle? What good will they do to us if they fight? By the way, I heard that the Iron Eagle seems to have thousands of ties with the country.
There are so many connections, are you a bit cheating on your own people?"
"The Iron Eagle Society is not our own," Li Xiao said nonchalantly. "In the final analysis, they are a group of scum who deceive, kidnap, and force girls into prostitution and do all kinds of evil. I am not from the same group as them."
Vishniak shrugged. He also had a certain understanding of the Iron Eagle Society. As Li Xiao said, this gang, which is mainly composed of Russians and Serbians, is indeed not a good bird, and its actions are indeed full of evil.
, he is indeed an out-and-out scumbag.
Anyway, after understanding what they were doing, Vishniak had no psychological burden at all about tricking these people. He was just curious about why Li Xiao wanted to provoke a conflict between the Hammer Gang and the Iron Eagle Society.
"When they fight, we have a loophole to take advantage of, so that we can take the next step." Li Xiao explained.
Vishniak suddenly asked: "You haven't been exposed, right? After all, if you hadn't made an appointment with little Silvio to discuss business, we wouldn't have been able to pinpoint his whereabouts. If the Hammer Gang wants to trace it, it's impossible not to do so.
Will you be in danger?"
Li Xiao calmly took a sip of coffee and said with a smile: "What danger can I be in? My current identity is a researcher at the School of International Relations of the University of Paris in France. I came to Constanta to do research and support the liberation of the Romanian people.
Sporty…”
Vishniak couldn't help but complain. Only someone could come up with this fucking fake identity. What kind of researcher? What the hell is that?
Just when Vishnyak secretly complained, Li Xiao added: "Of course, I am also a special correspondent sent to Constanta by the French Daily Liberation, and a special correspondent of the French Holy Mercy Society for the humanitarian disaster in Wallachia.
Director General of the Foundation. So I am a good friend of the Romanian people, how can I be in danger?"