Chapter 102 Gang Empire (III)

When is the old time? Where is the old place? Please, can you write the address of the underground brothel clearly like in the background of the mission?!

Qi Leren looked at the letter for a minute and was 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 writing diaries. Unfortunately, after returning from the underground brothel, Qi Leren had already turned the apartment upside down and couldn't find any diary.

But maybe he can start from another perspective.

Qi Leren once again examined the corridor.

The letter appeared after he went out to see Willow off. Of course, it might be just a coincidence, but if it wasn't a coincidence, it meant that the sender deliberately avoided Willow-apparently, the sender did not want the Irish gangster lady to know too much about the gang.

The only possibility is to know clearly when Willow left and to complete this matter in the few minutes he sent Willow downstairs and back, the sender lived on this floor, could hear his movements and pay attention to him at all times.

There are four residents on the same floor of this apartment, sharing a corridor. Any household can know when and when they go out if they pay a little attention.

Qi Leren closed the door quietly, thought about the Miami vacation route posted on the wall for a few seconds, and then copied notes for the excerpts of the literary killer's poems for a while, and replied in the letter with a pen: [Apply for vacation.]

Then he put the letter paper into the envelope and stuffed it into the crack of the door.

A minute later, there was a sound of opening the door outside the door, and light footsteps stopped at the door, and someone took the letter away.

Qi Leren opened the door.

The little boy wearing a newspaper cap shrank: "Mr. Whiskey."

Qi Leren looked at him condescendingly, leaned against the door and lit a cigarette, dusted the letter paper with a cigarette butt, signaling him to pay attention to this.

The sender swallowed: "I can't decide this, I have to report this to Mr. David."

Okay, now I know who gave the order. Uncle David, whom Willow mentioned, was suspected to be the second in command of the Irish Gang, but I don’t know if this NPC has also been replaced by a certain player.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 sender didn't dare to look at him.

"Okay, I'll go ask him for leave in person, let's go." Qi Leren familiarly hugged the young shoulders of the sender, "We might have another drink, what do you want to have?"

The sender who was dragged away with a confused look seemed very nervous, but this tension and unfamiliarity made Qi Leren feel more happy. It is much easier to deal with a little ghost who has not grown any hair than to deal with a cunning opponent.

Look, doesn’t this solve half of the problem? The remaining half will be discussed when he sees David.

"How long have you been doing this job?" Qi Leren asked on the way to David's office.

The little boy who delivered the letter seemed very nervous, and he swallowed: "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 why children from the bottom of society entered this gray area in this era - poverty.

Poverty makes them unable to receive a good education. It is so difficult to change their own classes in this society where the gap between the rich and the poor is growing. Even if it is not easy to find a job that can make a living, especially if they are just underage children.

Pet thieves have become the best family income subsidy, and their parents will not even ask about the source of their "pocket money" and will even confiscate a portion of them - if their parents are still alive.

The rampant gangsters have given this group of street "strewn children" a glimmer of hope. These mature and cold men in suits hugged beautiful girls in their arms and squandered money. They looked rich, which seemed to be a very good lifestyle.

Some of them tied up with the characters in the gang and did some simple tasks for them, such as stealing, transporting goods, venting information, and bolder people began to mingle among the thugs, and charged protection fees with vigilantly. The smart and brave little ghost will soon be appreciated by the superiors and gradually enter the gang from an outer person. If you follow the right person, the speed is amazingly fast.

"Money is very good. I have money. Maybe I can entrust you to help me run errands. This is a clean part-time job, much cleaner than the job I have at hand." Qi Leren chuckled and said.

"I do, sir, of course I do!" The little boy who delivered the letter nodded quickly, his eyes flashed with a longing and ambition to climb up.

"Okay, maybe you should introduce yourself," said Qi Leren.

"Yes, sir. My name is Gavin G. Garcia. When I was seven years old, I followed my mother from Ireland to Fyke New City. I also have a sister and two younger brothers..." Gavin introduced all the family members in one breath. From these fragments, the Qileren outlined the image of Gavin. As the eldest son of the family, Gavin was not as timid as he thought, so he was frightened when he first saw him, which was probably because... whiskey was notorious enough.

Embarrassingly, Gavin also praised him, but what they were all about: I heard that you single-handedly cut the Italian car with wine in the middle of the night and beat the driver's head into a hornet's nest. I heard that when you were angry, you didn't use a gun to hold a crowbar and beat your gangster into a pile of rotten meat. I heard that you grabbed the undercover who was mixed in the gang and hung it upside down on the door frame and cut off his heart and digging his lungs and practicing his marksmanship. I heard that you like Shelley's poems and recited a paragraph every time you kill someone. If the other party can follow it, you will make him die a little more happily.

Qi Leren:...What the hell is I a scumbag? Is the American police OK? Hurry up and arrest this vicious criminal who likes to read poetry and pretend to behave!

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"Good evening." Qi Leren, in a suit, took off the hat from his head and said to the lady inside the door.

The woman in dust whispered "Good evening" and hurried out from David's room with red eyes.

David crossed his feet on the long table, smoking a cigarette with a gloomy face. His neat outfit showed that he was not hiring prostitutes in the office, and the expression of the woman just now also showed that she was not a "camellia girl" who came to sell her spring.

This look is not Ning Zhou, it looks like an ordinary NPC.

Qi Leren thought calmly, thinking that the woman should have something to do with David, but she was not close. There might be an unpleasant conversation between the two - the scattered paper and the overturned ashtray proved this.

"You can never discuss things with women." After a brief thought, Qi Leren chose a straight male cancer remark that would never make mistakes in this era when gender discrimination is very serious.

The implementation of the American alcohol ban in history was largely due to the fact that women who had not yet obtained the right to vote at that time carried out a wide feminist movement to promote the ban on alcohol throughout the society to avoid husbands' alcohol abuse and domestic violence. The patriarchal society must be disgusted with this, and no one likes to share their power.

Sure enough, David sneered: "I don't understand what Louis likes her. She has no special skills except shopping and making big fuss. Louis will only surround her 'Amanda Baby' and 'Amanda Sweetheart', and bewitch her with a crush on her."

Very well, that woman is Louis' mistress, named Amanda.

"How is Louis?" asked Qi Leren.

"Not bad, I've found a lawyer. Damn, the group of Italians eavesdropped on his phone and got the key evidence of tax evasion. The IRS bit it like a fly smelling rotten. I must teach them a lesson. I mean those group of Italians!" David's emotions suddenly lost control. He stood up angrily, began to pace around the table, and every step was full of anger.

This anger even made Qi Leren feel strange.

"So, what are you going to do?" Qi Leren asked.

"Of course, let them remember this lesson! In the way you are best at, there are rum, brandy, vodka and sake, and you five have work to do." David showed a hideous smile, and his teeth, which were so smoky that were particularly dirty under the dim light.

Qi Leren narrowed his eyes: "I plan to go to Miami for a vacation."

"Not now! You should go later, I will pay you enough vacation fee."

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 there together, anyway, you'll go home."

Qi Leren was secretly happy. It would be better to be able to figure out the old place, so as not to think about it again next time.

David put on a coat and walked out of the room with Qileren one after another. He also glanced at Gavin waiting at the door: "What are you doing here?"

"Wait until I invite him a drink," said Qi Leren.

David twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing unfriendly smiles: "Then you have to wait for the next time."

"It's okay, I'm happy to wait." Gavin stepped back 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: "Willo has come to you?"

"Yes." Qi Leren responded cautiously.

"I think so. If she was willing to be obedient, there wouldn't be so much trouble this time." David paused and asked again, "What about her? Has she come to you?"

Since entering this copy, Qi Leren has been in the pain of "Who is this, who is this the hell" and he doesn't know anyone at all!
Chapter completed!