Mickey didn't know that not everyone in this world could be as tight-lipped as he imagined. He had just taken two pistols from here, and within half an hour, there were rumors circulating in the underground world of District 5. A piece of news about Mickey—he’s going to do big things!
This piece of information was sold to a third-level dealer for 100 yuan. The "information dealer" who bought the information wholesaled the information to more than 20 intelligence dealers, large and small, in Ilian for 20 yuan. Then the information was It was listed for sale in the intelligence organization at a price of five yuan, and everyone in every link made money. As for whether the guy who was sold was unhappy, it was not within the scope of their consideration.
It only took more than an hour. Some rich people were followed by bodyguards when they came in and out. They didn't know what the guy who suddenly bought two guns wanted to do, but ensuring their own safety to the maximum extent is the most important thing for every rich person. one thing. Therefore, increasing the number of bodyguards and replacing bulletproof vehicles has become something that the rich are doing today. They are not stingy with the money in their pockets for those who take the initiative to provide them with information.
This is a complete intelligence chain. From the birth of intelligence to sales, every link is as precise as machinery.
As for why that guy betrayed Mickey, maybe he thought that Mickey, who was going to do big things, wouldn't live for a few more days. Instead of waiting for him to die completely and become worthless garbage, it was better to get rid of him while he was still worth some money. Try to make as much money as you can, that's all.
Mickey didn't know that he had become the target of some people's defenses. While holding two pistols in his pockets, he felt an indescribable force growing and expanding in his body. In the past, when he was walking on the road, he would cause as little trouble as possible, but now he is bold and heroic with weapons in his arms. When those guys engaged in illegal transactions on the streets look at him, he dares to stare back.
This feels really good!
He touched the pistol in his pocket again, and then gathered his companions who were going to do something big to discuss the next plan. His original plan was to focus on him and Greyhound. After all, that guy had also been in a gang. He was still selling narcotics and was quite courageous. It was said that he had even fought with others. Such a person has a lot of experience, which can prevent him from making mistakes on some contingency issues, but a plan is always a plan and can never keep up with changes.
"Where's that guy from Greyhound?" A provincial man named Finney raised his hand and greeted everyone. This guy was imprisoned five times for robbery and theft and is a habitual criminal. Fortunately, the places where he committed crimes were the fifth and fourth districts. If he had committed crimes in the first district, he probably would not have come out yet. Ilian's judicial department has been called "class-discriminatory laws" by many people. If criminals with a criminal record commit crimes in the first district and are caught, they may face a prison sentence of up to twenty years. But if he is caught in other districts, he may be released in three to five months.
This is also the reason why people like to travel to Ilian. Just like what the city promotes, it is always stable and does not need to consider any security issues.
Mickey looked unhappy, took a long drag on the cigarette, and threw the cigarette butt on the ground angrily, "Forget it, that guy was detained." After saying that, he looked at Finny and asked: "Finny, did you use it? Pistol?"
Finney was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Of course I have. I fired several shots before when we were fighting with people from another community. What do you mean..." His eyes suddenly widened and he pointed. His nose, "You don't want me to go in with you, do you?"
"That's right, Greyhound isn't here. You are the oldest here and you have also used a gun. If you don't come with me, can I go alone?" As he said this, he walked up to Finny and put his arm around his shoulders, whispering. He said: "After the matter is settled, we will split the Greyhound share, at least several hundred thousand. If you don't do it, I believe others will do it. Don't say that I don't take care of you when the time comes!"
Finny agreed without thinking. It was necessary to take a risk for one million and hundreds of thousands. Next, Mickey began to assign work to small groups. Considering that there may only be a few people who can enter the manor, there are many details that they need to consider. This discussion lasted all day and a complete set of plans was formulated. Including how to escape if the kidnapping is successful, and how to leave if the kidnapping fails, we have made very detailed plans.
Before leaving, Mickey also asked everyone not to disclose the matter to anyone, and to consider whether to tell it after the matter was successful and escaped the police's pursuit.
At the same time, he also asked everyone to try their best to mobilize the provincial people they know and strive to make the momentum bigger. Only in this way can they enter the manor as representatives.
But Mickey didn't know it. Everyone in the city who had a little bit of energy already knew that he was going to do something big, and only he didn't know it.
Two days passed by in a flash. At this time, Du Lin was making final preparations for the charity gala in the evening. He stood in front of the mirror and adjusted his collar. He turned two angles in front of the mirror and looked carefully, but found nothing. It took anything missing to shift the gaze from the mirror to Dove's body. In the evening, he was going to attend a charity gala. The cardinal of the church came to Ilian in person. In addition to raising funds for the church, he also wanted to connect with local wealthy people and politicians. This time it was a more serious party, so there were not too many accessories on the clothes, and everything looked so solemn.
Dove changed into a relatively conservative black evening dress without any accessories. It was very simple and beautiful. The church may have certain prohibitions on certain things to some extent, but beauty is such an innate thing that not even God can stop it, let alone a cardinal
He raised his arm, and Dove nervously took Dulin's arm and followed him out of the cloakroom.
Tonight's banquet is definitely a very special banquet for Dove. She is very nervous because she and her whole family are believers. Speaking of which, Dove is not a pure-blooded Guarte. Her father is Ogdin and her mother is a Guarte, so she is considered a mixed race. Her father and her brother, including himself, are all believers in God. The biggest priest you usually see is probably the priest in Ilian Cathedral.
She never thought that one day she would meet such a big figure as the Cardinal, who is second only to the Pope and the person closest to God!
She was both excited and nervous at the thought of seeing the Cardinal in person next. It was difficult to describe her current mood of impatient and a little uneasy.
"Mr. Dulin, do you think the Cardinal will talk to me?" The girl blushed a little. "I mean can we get in close contact with the Cardinal? I want to chat with him for a few words."
Dulin opened the car door and nodded with a smile, "Of course it's no problem. Madst came to Ilian just to harvest a crop of wool from the parishioners. As long as the money is enough, he will even come over on his own initiative. Kiss your forehead."
Hearing Du Lin say this to Dove was a little unhappy. She is a devout believer, how could she talk about the Cardinal being so philistine? And you shouldn't call the Cardinal by his first name. She could understand where Dulin's attitude came from, but understanding did not mean accepting it. Dove, who kept her mouth shut, got into the car, and Dulin then closed the door. As for Dove’s thoughts
He doesn't care, that's not who he is.
When the car was about to leave the manor, it stopped at the gate. Dufo, who was leaning on the courtyard wall and smoking, walked towards the car. He bent down and knocked on the car window, which slowly lowered.
"Boss?"
Du Lin glanced at him and straightened his gaze. He moved his tie a little and said in a very soft voice: "You can send them away." After saying this, he opened the car window. It shook.
It seems that because of the cardinal's visit, the first district is more lively than at other times. Before the carnival time in the evening, there are already many carnival parties on the beach. Groups of women wearing simple clothes were laughing and running on the stalls, or playing some games. The entire beach was like a paradise on earth.
The car stopped steadily outside the hotel door. Dove, who was walking on the red carpet for the second time, was much more natural than the first time. She also learned to wave to the reporters who were playing with cameras and magnesium powder. After signing his name in the sign-in book, Dulin carried Dove into the last banquet hall. There was a buffet before the charity gala, which was a warm-up in advance. In addition, many people may need to communicate with Cardinal Madste, so this step was taken.
Not long after Dulin came in, Scott found him and pulled him into the corner.
"Did you forget about that matter, or didn't you take it to heart?" Scott looked a little solemn. The mayor told him to ask clearly before he came. If Dulin doesn't take action, the city hall will take decisive action early tomorrow morning, and Dulin will inevitably have to compromise a little by then.
Du Lin held the wine glass and asked curiously: "What are you talking about?"
Scott frowned slightly, "Of course it's about racial discrimination!"
Dulin smiled and clinked the wine glass in his hand with the wine glass in Scott's hand. The clear voice was melodious and thorough. He raised the glass and raised it slightly, "Such a thing has never happened before. I really don't know you." What are you talking about?"
Scott was stunned for a moment and rolled his eyes, "It's best not to go too far, otherwise it won't look good."
"I'm a legitimate businessman. I'll pretend I haven't heard what you said!" Du Lin took a sip of wine and showed a tooth-itching smile, "I wish you a happy evening!"
(End of chapter)