What Weisuo regretted was that he did not find out the other party's background before he cheated him.
Now, looking at the information he got from his acquaintance in NYPD, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Luke Coulson was transferred to NYPD in November and is currently working in the Detective Bureau at the headquarters.
Needless to say, this young man is a close colleague of the troublesome John McClane.
Although Wiseau didn't know why the newcomer Luke asked John for help, the unlucky John did come to support the young detective.
Compared to Luke, John McClane is the real bully.
Even though this guy has been bouncing between the positions of detective and sergeant for a long time, he still has many big guys who owe him favors, otherwise he would have been advised to resign by the Ministry of Internal Affairs long ago.
Visuo is a businessman, not a tough guy.
You can be rude to anyone, just don't be rude to money.
So he chose to compromise without any hesitation.
At least, the $20,000 was still his, he consoled himself.
When Luke and the other man entered the bar, which was not yet open, Visuo didn't hesitate to take out a document. "I looked up the correct list last night. Together with the people in the previous batch, there are a total of 68 people. There is nothing I can do if there are more."
Luke didn't look at the information and pondered for a moment: "Then you must know an agent in New York who does this business? The kind who is well-informed and has been doing this for a long time."
Visso hesitated.
Luke didn't care and took out a brown paper bag and threw it to him.
Weisuo took it and opened it without thinking, and saw two more stacks of hundred-dollar bills.
But this time, he was not as happy as the first time he took the money: "What is this?"
Luke: "I am a man of rules. Business is business, and I think this news is worth the price."
Viso held the brown paper bag, hesitated for only two seconds, and then resolutely knelt down to the rich uncle: "Old Tony. Italian restaurant on West 144th Street in Upper Manhattan. He has been in this business for decades. Although the business volume is not large, he is well-informed. And he is not from the Continental Hotel side, so he should be easier to talk to."
Luke nodded with satisfaction. He liked people who spoke for money.
As long as you give the other person a lesson first, communication will be much easier in the future.
"Ok. Happy cooperation." He said and prepared to leave.
Weisuo quickly shouted: "Um, about the suspension notice..."
Luke said without turning his head: "It's not printed. So, have a nice day."
Visuo smiled bitterly.
If he hadn't provided Luke with information that satisfied him, the bar would have had an unhappy month.
Fortunately, the matter has been resolved.
If I do business with you again, I will be your son-in-law! Weisuo was furious.
But the heavy brown paper bag in my hand is so solid.
Forget it. At most I can raise the price of the information I sell to him by double in the future, and just don't give him false information.
Someone hesitated for just a moment, and between the money and the beeping money, he decisively chose the money.
Who in this world hasn’t been scolded as a son of a bitch
…
Back in the lab, the two were looking at the newly acquired information when Sponge reminded them, "Sir, urgent news about Norman Stanfield."
Luke hummed, "Put it out."
A virtual light screen appeared not far from the two of them, and it was a live TV broadcast.
Luke looked at the three golden letters "DEA" on the door and knew where this was.
This is the building where the DEA office is located.
The entire building is not exclusive to DEA, but this entrance belongs to it.
On the TV screen, Norman at the gate held a middle-aged man hostage with a gun, and shouted crazily, "How much have I done for you? How much money have I made for you? I help you sell several tons of banned drugs every year. Do you know how much pressure I am under?"
Selina exclaimed, "Isn't this news too explosive?"
Luke smiled and walked to the kitchen nearby and poured two cups of latte.
Selina took it and looked at it suspiciously: "Are you in a too good mood?"
Her latte even had latte art, with a cute heart-shaped pattern floating on top of the coffee.
She would never believe that Luke was in a bad mood.
Luke chuckled: "If you knew who was held hostage by Norman, you would be very happy too."
Selina was reluctant to move the beautiful heart, so she carefully put it down and asked, "Who is this man?"
Luke: "Norman's drug dealer is also his boss, New York DEA boss Joet Hackson."
Selina was stunned: "Why did Norman hold him hostage? Well, this guy doesn't look as strong as Deputy Director Bill of the Los Angeles DEA. He looks like he's easy to hold hostage."
Luke chuckled. “Although Joet was a frontline soldier, he was transferred to civilian work very early due to his injuries. However, thanks to the great contributions he made when he was injured, he had a smooth journey and became the boss of the New York DEA branch.”
As the two talked, the expression on Joet-Hackson's face on live television was extremely interesting.
There was a little panic, but not as much as ordinary people.
I tried a little to remain calm, but was unsuccessful.
The most obvious thing is the expression of "Are you fucking crazy?", which seems to be silently questioning Norman.
Unfortunately, Norman was holding him from behind and he couldn't see his expression.
Joet could only lower his voice and squeeze out the words with a slight movement of his mouth: "Norman, do you know what you are saying? The DEA has not yet made a final decision on your case! You still have a chance to retire."
Norman laughed. "A chance to retire? You're waiting for an opportunity to silence me! Someone wanted to kill me the night I was injured. If I hadn't set off the fire alarm, I would have died right away."
Jot: “Huh?”
He was also confused by this answer.
As the person who should have silenced Norman, Joet made sure that he did not send anyone to silence him, and the fire that night was also classified as a false alarm.
As for Norman's shouting that someone was going to kill him, Joet didn't care at all.
Norman is a guy who often takes drugs. When he gets crazy, he often says some incomprehensible things.
If it weren't so troublesome to train another "trustworthy" subordinate like this, Joet would really want to kill Norman now.
The madness on Norman's face became more obvious: "You want me dead, right? Don't lie to me, you told McGee something, let him replace me if there is a chance. Do you think I don't know? Haha."
Joet's heart skipped a beat.
He really said that, but how did Norman know that? McGee wouldn't be stupid enough to tell Norman about it himself!
Joet didn't know that McGee had said this to Luke himself.
Norman noticed Joet's expression from the side and guessed what he was thinking: "Haha, you can't fool me, Joet. You want me to die, so let's die together today."