"It's me." After Kai made a few calls to ask someone to check on Samantha, he picked up his personal phone and called Frank. "Are you still looking for trouble with the Irish?"
Frank, of course, gave the answer in the affirmative.
"Then let's stop for a moment. You scared others, and some people even called the police. Don't worry about Grotto anymore. He's just a small character. By the way, you don't just remember to arrest him.
Are you a human? Do you want to ask something?"
Kai has no interest in a gangster of Grotto's level. Frank might be interested, but now he is in the hands of the police. Even if he looks at Kai's face, Frank will endure it. Anyway, it won't be too late to kill him next time he encounters him.
.
"I did find something."
"Tell me."
Kai picked up the coffee Misty brought and took a sip. Damn it, it was cold and so bitter. Kai never liked coffee, but Lao Mei liked it very much. He wished he could drink it anytime and anywhere. I don’t know what’s wrong with it.
.
"They were able to catch me because they got the news in advance, and the news came from a supplier."
"who?"
"I don't know..." Frank said depressedly. "You acted too quickly that day and killed their boss. The rest are just minions who don't know much."
"That's it..." Kai was also a little embarrassed. He really didn't think much about it at the time. "It's okay. Look for more groups that buy fans. Since we are suppliers, there is no reason to only do business with one. You can always find that guy.
."
In the business of buying fans, there are not many suppliers, and no supplier only deals with one supplier, because the risk is too great. So it is not difficult to find suppliers, just find more suppliers who sell fans.
You can definitely find it.
"I see."
"By the way, don't make any big noise and let me calm down for two days."
"Got it." Frank hung up the phone, not wanting to hear Kay beeping.
"Tsk...how rude."
Kai pouted, put down the phone, and called his secretary in.
"Misty, I'm here first. If nothing happens later, don't wake me up."
"I know!" Misty was still full of energy. This girl had been injured before, but it wasn't serious. She was just scratched by a bullet. Seeing that the bureau was short of manpower, the girl came back to work directly with the injury.
Although I can only do clerical work, I still help everyone share some work.
Kai picked up a blanket, wrapped himself up, then put down the backrest, lay down on the office chair and fell asleep.
At this moment, 175 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan Island, is located in a triangular block at the intersection of 23rd Street, Broadway Avenue and Fifth Avenue, which is called the Flatiron District. A car parked nearby, and a well-dressed man
A handsome man walked out of it. He was carrying an old suitcase in his hand, and with the hat and coat, he looked a bit like an American gentleman during the prohibition period.
The man carried his suitcase and walked into the Continental Hotel located here.
The Continental Hotel is a hotel with a long history. This hotel was located here about 110 years ago. But surprisingly, in this commercialized society, this hotel still adheres to a very ancient style.
, they never use high technology such as computers, and all check-in procedures are handwritten. They are not even willing to advertise. In their words, they will use the best service attitude to make every guest feel at home!
However, this society is always so strange. The more different you are, the more people will pursue you.
In short, this very stylish hotel always attracts some highly respected guests.
"Welcome to the Continental Hotel, sir. Do you have a reservation?"
The shape of this hotel is very interesting. It is a triangle, so after entering from the gate, the reception hall inside is not big. There is only one person at the reception desk, a tall and thin black man wearing a suit.
Meticulous and eye-catching, it gives people an extremely professional and rigorous feeling.
"Make an appointment?" The man tilted his head, looking a little confused.
"I'm sorry, sir." The black man spoke with a bit of a tongue-in-cheek accent. I don't know where his accent comes from. Maybe it's a French accent? "Our hotel is a membership system. If you don't make a reservation in advance, or you don't have membership qualifications, we won't accept you."
"That's it." The man nodded thoughtfully, but then his voice changed: "Then what will happen if I insist on moving in?"
The black man's expression did not change at all, but he still said very politely: "I'm sorry, this does not comply with our regulations."
"My name is Hannibal." The man said softly: "Of course, my original name was not this, but other people called me that, and I thought it sounded pretty good, so I called it this name."
The moment the man said his name, the already quiet reception hall became even quieter.
The black man who had always seemed very professional also changed his expression.
Hannibal.
This name may not appear frequently, but there is no doubt that his name is definitely famous. And he is a madman! An extremely dangerous madman!
The black man swallowed, and then said calmly: "Mr. Hannibal...what do you need...for service?"
Hannibal did not answer his words in a hurry, but took a few steps back and took a deep breath.
"Suck...ha."
He seemed to be enjoying himself, but this gesture made everyone present feel a chill. You know, this is a lunatic.
"You know, human souls have a smell. What demons like most is human souls, but their preferences are completely different." After saying that, Kai turned and walked towards the door. He gently closed the hotel door, and then
Locked. "Some demons like pure souls, because purity is like sweetness. No one can refuse sweetness, and the same goes for demons. Some souls are full of sin. That kind of soul is like pepper, so exciting that it makes people uncomfortable.
Lower your mouth, but some demons can't stop being stimulated."
At this time, everyone present already felt that something was wrong.
Many people had already drawn their guns.
The Continental Hotel does not allow the use of force.
But no one thought that Hannibal, a madman, would abide by such rules.
"The Continental Hotel does not allow the use of force! Mr. Hannibal, there is no conflict between us. I don't want unnecessary misunderstandings between us!"
Snap!
The last lock on the door was closed by Kai.
"Misunderstanding? No, no, no. There is no misunderstanding. I'm just here to find you." Hannibal put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked to the front desk: "Haven't you heard of my legend? My hunting targets will only target those
People full of sin. As I just said, some demons like souls full of sin."
When the black man saw this scene, he knew there was nothing he could do, so he drew his gun, pointed it at Hannibal, and pulled the trigger.
Other guests also shot at the same time!
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
A dense rain of bullets was fired at Hannibal, and almost instantly, Hannibal was beaten into a sieve.
For about three minutes, those present probably fired more than thousands of rounds of ammunition.
Only when the gunfire gradually died down did everyone recover.
Looking at Hannibal still standing, everyone still felt a little unreal. This... is it over?
But just when everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly Hannibal's body moved.
"Oh...this suit is very expensive...I quite like it."
Hannibal's magnetic voice was like a reminder to the evil spirits in hell to other people's ears.
"This, this, this... what kind of monster is this?!!!"
"Calling others monsters... is really rude." Hannibal rolled his eyes at the person who shouted that sentence, and then laughed again: "But it's okay, now there are two real monsters coming to greet you.
!”
Along with Hannibal's words, wisps of dark smoke floated out from the bullet holes all over his body.
The dark fog gathered and formed a huge, sticky black mass that was still surging.
Sudden!
Blood red eyes opened from the black mass!
"Go on, be good and eat cleanly. Otherwise it will be very troublesome to clean up."
Roar!!!!
Hannibal responded with two violent roars!
Then... the Continental Hotel turned into hell. Roaring and wailing echoed throughout the night, but surprisingly, no one outside felt anything about it.
All night long, no one left the hotel.
…
Kai slept for a few hours before being woken up.
"Director!" Misty suppressed a smile and reported the situation to Kai: "This little fat guy Fudge is very brave. He even dares to fight against people from the District Attorney's Office? He also has to call the federal prosecutor for consultation, haha. Samman
Shah’s face is going to be blackface.”
Kai had a question mark on his face: "Isn't she black?"
"Oh, I'm just describing it. Besides, she's not a pure-blooded black person. She's mixed-race, and she's relatively white." Misty suddenly became confused.
This is probably what happened. At the beginning, Fergie planned to give Samantha a good impression. After all, for lawyers, if they can have a good relationship with prosecutors, it will be very helpful to their careers. In the American judicial circle,
If you want to develop, personal connections are very, very important. Didn’t you see that the legacy of federal justices is full of mentorship?
In short, Fergie certainly had good intentions in the beginning.
But facing Fergie who greeted him with a smile, Samantha was not interested in listening to his self-introduction at all. After interrupting his self-introduction, she ordered her assistant to take Grote away. Yes, she was talking to her assistant.
Instead of speaking to Fudge, she seemed to be sure that the young lawyer would never dare to oppose her.
As a result...she was slapped in the face.
Fergie realized that the other party was trying to bypass him and take Grote away, and immediately rebounded strongly.
He took out the legal provisions stating that the district attorney had no right to intervene in witness protection operations, and threatened Samantha that he would bring her illegal operation to the federal prosecutor.
It's all doubt and confusion.
She never expected that a stupid young lawyer would dare to confront her. What she did was definitely illegal, but most young lawyers would not dare to confront the chief district attorney, otherwise they would be tortured by the district attorney's office and become insane. United States
The relationship between the lawyers, the district attorney, and the police is more of a cooperative relationship than a confrontational relationship. Many barristers are not simply high-defense lawyers, but have deep relationships within the two parties, and can easily accomplish other tasks.
What lawyers can't do.
For example, if a small lawyer cannot bail out a person, a big lawyer can bail him out. If a small lawyer cannot reach a prosecution and plea bargain with the district attorney, a big lawyer can. As long as he pays enough money, the big lawyer can get the client to get a plea deal from the police and the district attorney.
The district attorney can easily get away with it, and it is completely legal. On the other hand, if a lawyer offends a senior executive of the district attorney's office, then the other party only needs to put him on the blacklist of the district attorney's office, and every lawsuit the lawyer files in the future will be affected.
It takes a lot of effort. Not to mention that most of the local prosecutors have close relations with the police station. If they are asked to arrest suspects one by one and convict them, there are even more people from the police station who will be transferred to local prosecutors.
It's really irrational for Fergie to do this.
Samantha was going crazy, so Kai let it go. Others had great backgrounds and the president knew them, so she couldn't fight back. But who was Foggy? In fact, Samantha didn't know who he was at all! But unfortunately, this guy still
I really caught something that is not too big or too small.
"Ha! This kid has some talent." Kai has always had a good impression of Fergie. Although Fergie looks festive and talks and does things cheerfully, he is also a good person with a bottom line and a sense of justice. And now
, he was more optimistic about him.
Misty also nodded in agreement. Misty always remembered how rude Samantha was to her before, but she was not Kai. When facing Samantha, she would still be short of breath subconsciously, even with Kai's support.
Dare you really treat Samantha? Now that you see what Fergie has done, you immediately have a great impression of Fergie.
After being criticized, Samantha reluctantly "allowed" Fudge and the two to participate in the case.
She can settle the accounts later, but now she really doesn't have the guts to do it. She wants to become a big shot, and she doesn't want to die here with a young fool like Fergie. In fact, there have been too many accidents for this matter, and she really
I don't want to add any more variables.
"how is it now?"
Misty shrugged and said, "The case was handed over to the 22nd Precinct."
"That's it... forget it. You go and say it, they can do whatever they want, but don't cause trouble in my jurisdiction. If something goes wrong... Humph, that woman should be able to know that the consequences of my anger are not what she can do.
Bear it.”
Misty nodded excitedly and said cheerfully: "I know, I'll make a call right now!"
Kai shook his head and stopped paying attention to this matter.
He was more curious about the relationship between Samantha and Frank.
But things were so unfortunate, as soon as he put down the matter, Bright knocked on the door and came in.
"Boss, this is Grotto's interrogation record."
"Oh." Kai took it casually and threw it aside. He really had no interest in this kind of little guy.
Brett originally wanted to leave when he saw that Kai was not interested in this, but there was something he felt he needed to say.
"Is there anything else?" Kai saw Brett squirming there and knew that something must be up.
"Yes." Bright organized his words and then said: "During the interrogation just now, Grotto said something that I think needs to be reported."
"Oh? Tell me about it?" I'm free and it's easy to listen.
"Yes! Grotto said before that the Irish people had been buying goods from a bookmaker."
"Huh?" Kai was immediately interested. Just now he was checking the supplier behind the Irish. Now there is news?
"Grotto has never seen this dealer, but Grotto once heard their boss say that this dealer has a very powerful background. Not only does he have a large volume of goods, but the supply of goods is also very diverse. The goods are available everywhere, but most of them are
They are all from Afghanistan."
Everyone is familiar with the three major poison sources in the world: the Golden Triangle, the Golden Crescent, and the Silver Triangle. Due to geographical reasons, the supply channels in these three places are relatively fixed. The Golden Triangle mainly supplies Asia, the Golden Crescent mainly supplies Europe, and the Silver Triangle mainly supplies
For North America.
Can large quantities of gold crescent products be supplied to the United States?
Putting aside the cost issue, there are so many hurdles that need to be passed that it is simply not worth it.
This is a problem.
"What's the dealer's name?"
"Grotto doesn't know the name, he only knows the code name. Blacksmith, his code name is Blacksmith!"
"blacksmith?"
Kai had heard this name before in Los Angeles.
Kai immediately picked up the phone and called Los Angeles: "Hi, Troy. It's me, Kai. Help me go to the prison. The boss of the Irish gang, I need to know something. Well, the sooner the better, um, you can
Ask him about the information about the blacksmith. Tell him, tell me the information about the blacksmith, and I will ensure that he can live safely after he is released from prison."
