March 12, 2101, two days after the Winnipeg bank robbery.
7 p.m., Chicago.
On an inconspicuous side street, there is a bookstore.
An Asian man was walking on this street. He had a ponytail and a pair of small round sunglasses. His posture was slightly stooped and sneaky when he walked.
After Zuo Dao got off the plane, he found a cheap hotel to stay in, and then came to the bookstore agreed on the phone.
When they arrived at the door, four middle-aged men walked out of the store. One of them, wearing a leather jacket, was carrying something in his arms, which seemed to be an oilcloth package.
"What are you looking at?" the other party shouted fiercely.
Zuo Dao shrank his neck: "Sorry, sorry... Guys, please..." He gave way to Dao'er.
I don’t know where this group of people got so angry, but they didn’t make things difficult, they just cast a disdainful look and left.
Zuo Dao took a long breath, opened the door and entered the store.
The bookstore is in disarray, with books piled on the floor, books piled on the table, and bookshelves full. No matter where in the corner, there is no order or regularity. The bookstore's overhead structure is in the shape of a cross. The owner sits behind a desk in the middle. The door behind him is actually his living room, which is usually kept ajar. There is a very high-end coffee machine next to the desk. This thing is probably the most valuable thing in the whole store.
"Hmm... Mr. Tianyi?" Zuo Dao looked at the boss and asked tentatively.
Tianyi had just opened a book and drank half a sip of coffee. After hearing Zuo Dao's voice, he sighed deeply, put down the book and cup in his hands, and made a gesture of invitation: "Sit down."
Zuo Dao trudged through the pile of books. Since there was no chair, he could only sit on a pile of books.
Tianyi opened the drawer at hand, looked up at Zuo and said, "Want pizza?"
"no thanks."
Tianyi looked down at the drawer again: "Where's the game?"
"Um...what do you mean?"
"Rodents are rich in protein and taste like chicken." Tianyi sounded like a salesman: "I can give you an alcohol lamp or heat it in a microwave for you."
Although he couldn't tell anything from the other party's expression, Zuo Dao seemed to smell some kind of sexual aura, which gave him a very bad premonition, so he waved his hand and refused.
Tian Xiao said in a low voice: "Tch..." and then closed the drawer.
Zuo Dao turned around and looked at the bookstore window again, then looked at the sky with questioning eyes: "Those people who went out just now..."
Tianyi answered: "Them, the Tobacco Club."
"Oh...that's it, I was shocked. I heard that Chicago is not peaceful recently. The two famous Lucchese family and the Genovese family are fighting each other, and the police are reaping the benefits. Those few people just now Personally, I thought it was the Mafia.”
Tian Yiyi: "They are the mafia."
This sentence almost choked Zuo Dao to death.
Tianyi smiled and said: "But this has nothing to do with you. You don't have to show such an expression. I have other things to do with you. It would be a waste to use your talents to deal with just the mafia."
Zuo Dao quickly replied: "Brother, remember you said that as long as I help you hand over the videotape to the blood owl, you will never contact me again, right?"
"What I said is, 'If I don't have any use for you in the future, we will never contact you again.' Obviously, now I have a place where I can use you." Tian Yi said: "But don't worry , I will not keep threatening you with exposing your whereabouts. I know that even if the police really surround you, you can always run away, and the real masters of the empire will not go to such trouble to catch you. A quasi-criminal, after all you are just a middleman, not a violent criminal."
Zuo Dao breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but Tianyi immediately said: "For the time being, I will hire you to do some things at your intermediary's fee. If you refuse, I will think of some new and more effective ways. Threatening you."
"Brother! As the saying goes, good brothers are loyal! Will I say 'no' to your request, big brother?! Am I like that kind of person?! Look, as long as you make a call, I will fly from Hainan Island at full speed Are you here?" Zuo Dao began to talk non-stop, his eyes sparkling under his sunglasses, his eyebrows dancing with joy. His acting skills could not be described as superb, and his performance could not be described as being immersed in it.
Tian Yi threw a newspaper on the table in front of Zuo Dao: "You are very smart. Venice is indeed not a place where you can stay for a long time. It is the right choice for you to run away after helping the blood lord finish his work, otherwise he will find you again sooner or later. What are you thinking? The son seeks me and the counselor through you.”
Zuo Dao took the newspaper, and before he read the content, he heard the very ominous name: "Well... why does he think I can find a consultant... Wait, I can understand that the Blood Owl wants to find you, but he is looking for a consultant What to do?"
Tian Daodao: "Huh... It should be said that I used some methods to make the blood owl have the illusion that the consultant and I are accomplices. That's all I can tell you. You are very talented, you are heresy, maybe you can use it widely With connections and intelligence networks, it’s really possible to find a consultant. As for me, haven’t you already tried it?”
Zuo Dao was surprised. He secretly investigated Tianyi's affairs and did it flawlessly, but he found out about it. Could this guy really be omniscient and omnipotent
"Don't be in a daze, read the newspaper, a piece of news from North America." Tian Yiyi said.
Zuo Dao looked at it for a long time, and suddenly his expression changed drastically: "This person..."
"Oh, I seem to have remembered it." Tian Daodao said: "Seven years ago, one of Qian Ming's top assassins resigned from his post. His merits allowed him to receive a sum of money from the organization and live a normal life. But people They are not cats or dogs. They become pets when they are picked up from the trash can and put in the house. Human beings rely on the 'past' to live in the 'present'. The assassin needs a legal identity, and you were the person at that time. manager."
Zuo Dao continued: "Tom Stoll's legal status is very expensive. I went through many channels and spent a lot of effort to get this deal. What? Is he exposed like this? He is also your eldest brother. People?"
Tianyi replied: "No, we have never met. That's not the point. The point is his identity. I'm afraid it won't last long. His enemies will come looking for him soon. According to my inference, he will definitely do that next 'Do... It is precisely because you have some friendship with him that I asked you to come.' He picked up the book he was reading just now: "This book is called 'Gilson II', you can bring it for me Go to Winnipeg and give it to Gambling Snake to help him. Of course, I know you will take a peek, just take a look, it will also be helpful to you after reading it. "
Zuo Dao took the book with a puzzled look on his face.
Tianyi added: "By the way, the consultant is in Chicago now. I should be in contact with him within two weeks. If nothing happens, we will leave Chicago together. After you go to Maple Leaf County to complete the mission, you don't have to come back to see me. , you can go anywhere, just don't come back to Chicago, otherwise you are very likely to meet the blood owl who came here to look for a consultant, or 'that kid'. Phew... They are not easy to mess with. Once they meet, you will either be made into a dumpling. Feed the dogs, or be taken to the Tide Prison, or in short, grab the offerings from the King of Hell’s table and die.”
Zuo Dao was stunned for a while when he heard this. At this time, he realized deeply that when a person reveals things that have not happened in the future one by one, it obviously places high demands on the audience's IQ.
As soon as Tian finished speaking, he picked up the coffee again, and seemingly casually took out another book from the bookshelf behind him. He yawned and flipped through it, as if the left path in front of him had become air. It would be better to get out of here quickly to avoid unnecessary trouble. An eyesore.
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