When is the old time? Where is the old place? Please, can you write the address of the underground brothel clearly like in the mission background? !
Qi Leren stared at the letter for a full minute, making sure that he could not find the answer from this body that did not belong to him.
I really hope that the owner of this body has a hobby of keeping a diary, but it's a pity that Qi Leren has turned the apartment upside down after returning from the underground brothel, and there is no diary at all.
But maybe he can start from another angle.
The people of Qi Le looked at the corridor again.
It could of course be a coincidence that the letter came after he went out to see Willow off, but if it wasn't a coincidence, it would mean that the sender avoided Willow on purpose—obviously, the sender didn't want to let Willow The dame of the Irish gangster knows too much about the gang.
To know exactly when Willow left, and to complete this matter during the few minutes when he sent Willow downstairs and then came back, the only possibility is—the messenger lives on this floor and can hear His movement, and always pay attention to him.
There are four residents on the same floor of this apartment, sharing a corridor, any one of them can know when he goes out and when he comes back as long as he pays a little attention.
Qi Leren closed the door calmly, pondered for a few seconds on the fake Miami route posted on the wall, and then studied the excerpted notes of the literary killer's poems for a while, then took a pen and wrote back in the letter: [ Apply for leave.]
Then put the letter into the envelope and stuff it in the door.
A minute later, there was a sound of opening the door, light footsteps stopped at the door, and someone took the letter away.
Qi Leren opened the door.
The little boy in the newsboy cap flinched, "Mr. Whiskey."
Qi Le looked at him condescendingly, leaned against the door and lit a cigarette, and dusted the letter paper with the cigarette end, signaling him to pay attention to this.
The messenger swallowed his saliva: "I can't decide, I have to report this to Mr. David."
Well, now we know who gave the order. Uncle David in Willow's mouth is suspected to be the second in command of the Irish gang, but I don't know if this NPC has also been replaced by a certain player.
Qi Leren glanced at him: "Where is he now?"
"Uh... office, maybe?" The messenger hesitated to look at him.
"Okay, I'll ask him for leave in person, let's go." Qi Le people familiarly embraced the messenger's immature shoulders, "Maybe we can have a drink, what would you like?"
The bewildered messenger who was dragged away seemed very nervous, but this nervousness and rustiness made Qi Le people feel very happy. It was much easier to deal with a kid with no hair at all than to deal with an old and cunning opponent.
Look, doesn't this solve half the problem? The remaining half will have to wait until he sees David.
"How long have you been in this business?" Qi Leren asked on the way to David's office.
The little boy who delivered the letter seemed very nervous, he swallowed his saliva: "Three months, sir."
"Why?" Qi Leren asked again.
"I want to make some money... I need money," he said.
This is probably the standard reason for children at the bottom of society in this era to step into this gray area-poverty.
Poverty prevents them from receiving a good education. It is so difficult to change their class in this society where the gap between rich and poor is increasing. It is not easy even to find a job that is enough to make ends meet, especially if they are still underage. Child.
Petty theft becomes the best family income supplement, and their parents don't even ask where their "pocket money" comes from, and even keep some of it - if their parents are still alive.
The rampage of gangsters gave this group of "street children" a glimmer of hope. These mature and cold men in suits, with beautiful girls in their arms, squandered a lot of money. They looked rich, which seemed to be A very nice way of life.
Some of them got on the line with the characters in the gang, and did some simple jobs for them, such as stealing, transporting goods, and tipping off the news. The bolder ones started to mix among the thugs, and they pretended to collect protection fees. Smart and brave little ghosts He will soon be appreciated by his superiors, and gradually enter the gang from a peripheral figure. If he follows the right person, the speed is astonishingly fast.
"Money, very good. I have money. Maybe I can entrust you to run errands for me. This is a clean part-time job, much cleaner than the job I have at hand." Qi Leren said with a chuckle.
"I am willing, sir, of course I am willing!" The little boy who delivered the letter nodded hurriedly, with longing light in his eyes and an ambition to climb up.
"Well, maybe you should introduce yourself." Qi Leren said.
"Yes, sir. My name is Gavin G. Garcia. I came to Fick New City from Ireland with my mother when I was seven years old. I have a younger sister and two younger brothers..." Gavin told the family in one breath The members introduced it once. From these scattered fragments, the Qi Le people outlined the image of Gavin. As the eldest son of the family, Gavin is not as timid as he imagined, so he just saw Gavin. The trepidation when it came to him could only be because... Whiskey is notorious enough.
Embarrassingly, Gavin also bragged about him, but it was all about something: Cool to hear you single-handedly intercepted a late-night booze truck and beat the driver's head into a hornet's nest, listen It’s so cool to say that you don’t need a gun or a crowbar to beat the gangster who dared to rob you into a pile of rotten meat when you are angry. I heard that you caught the undercover who was in the gang and hung him upside down on the door frame. It's so cool to dig your lungs and use his dead body to practice marksmanship. I heard that you like Shelley's poems. Every time you kill someone, you have to memorize a paragraph.
Qi Leren: ... What the hell kind of scum am I? Can the American police do it? Hurry up and arrest this vicious criminal who likes to recite poems and pretend to be aggressive!
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"Good evening." Qi Leren in a suit took off his hat and said to the lady inside the door.
The dusty woman whispered "good evening" and hurried out of David's room with red eyes.
David crossed his feet on the long table, smoking a cigarette with a gloomy face, his neat attire showed that he was not seeking prostitutes in the office, and the expression of the woman just now also showed that she was not a "La Traviata" who came to prostitute.
This look is not Ning Zhou, it looks like an ordinary NPC.
The Qi Le people thought about it calmly, thinking that the woman should have some relationship with David, but not close, and there might have been an unpleasant conversation between the two—as evidenced by scattered papers and overturned ashtrays. up to this point.
"You can never discuss things with a woman." After a short thought, Qi Leren picked out a straight male cancer statement that can never go wrong in this era of severe sexism.
Historically, the implementation of alcohol prohibition in the United States was largely due to the extensive feminist movement of women who had not yet obtained the right to vote at that time, and promoted the prohibition of alcohol in the whole society to prevent their husbands from drinking and domestic violence. Patriarchal society must be disgusted with this, no one likes someone to share their power.
Sure enough, David sneered: "I don't understand what Louis likes about her. She doesn't have any specialties except shopping spree and making noise. Louis will only surround her with 'Amanda Baby', 'Amanda Sweetheart' ’ cried out, fascinated by her.”
Well, that woman is Louise's mistress, Amanda.
"How is Louis?" Qi Le asked.
"It's not bad, I've got a lawyer. Damn, those Italians tapped his phone and got the key evidence of tax evasion. The IRS came up like a fly smelling carrion. I have to teach them a lesson , I mean those Italians!" David suddenly lost control of his emotions, he stood up angrily, and started pacing around the table, with every step full of anger brewing.
This anger even made Qi Le people feel weird.
"So, what are you going to do?" Qi Leren asked.
"Of course let them remember this lesson! Use the way you are best at, as well as rum, brandy, vodka and sake, the five of you have a job to do." David showed a ferocious smile and was so smoked Yellowed teeth looked particularly dirty in the dim light.
Qi Leren narrowed his eyes: "I'm planning to go to Miami for a vacation."
"Not now! You should go later, and I will pay you enough for the resort."
Qi Leren lowered his eyes: "Okay, you can give me the list, I'm too lazy to go there again."
David took a deep breath and glanced at his watch: "It's almost time, let's go together, anyway, you are on your way home."
Qi Leren was secretly happy, it would be best if he could figure out the old place, so as not to have to use his brain next time he went there.
David put on a coat and walked out of the room with the Qi Le people one after the other. He also glanced at Gavin who was waiting at the door: "What are you doing here?"
"I'll buy him a drink later." Qi Leren said.
David twitched the corner of his mouth, showing an unfriendly smile: "Then you have to wait until next time."
"It's okay, I'm happy to wait." Gavin backed away tactfully, "Then I'll go home first, good night, sir."
After Gavin left, David continued to walk forward. When he was in the car, David asked casually, "Willow came to see you?"
"En." Qi Leren only replied cautiously.
"I think so. If she would be obedient, there wouldn't be so much trouble this time." David clicked his tongue and asked again, "What about her? Has she come to you?"
Since entering this dungeon, Qi Leren has been in the pain of "who is this, and who the hell is this", he doesn't know anyone at all!
The silence of the Qile people seemed to give David an answer. He flicked his cigarette butt and said disgustedly: "These women, one or two are not reassuring. Keep an eye on Willow. If she has the idea of running away, let me know in time. I."