The "Three Musketeers" restaurant is located on a narrow old street outside the Ise business district, adjacent to dilapidated high-rise apartments. It is a two-story building with a strong sense of the times.
The floor-to-ceiling windows are made of old-fashioned colored spliced glass, the revolving door creaks, and the copper door handle shines when rubbed.
Over the past hundreds of years, countless gangs have risen and fallen, but what remains unchanged is the significance of this restaurant to the underground order of China.
Assassination and fighting are not the only means to resolve disputes, negotiation is the normal state of survival.
"The Three Musketeers" is exactly such a place that represents "ceasefire".
At this moment, dozens of cars were parked on both sides of the street outside the restaurant. Gang members were scattered in small groups on the streets, silent, only the stars of cigarettes flickering in the gloom.
Two black 1975 Lincoln Continental Town Cars slowly parked in front of the restaurant.
More than a dozen gang members wearing gray windbreakers who were waiting at the door quickly approached and opened the right rear seats of the two cars at the same time. An old man got out of the first car.
"Mr. Whisperer," the surrounding gang members bowed one after another.
Whispering was wearing a slightly oversized black suit, with a red pocket square showing on his chest. He looked old but elegant. He stood quietly and looked at a car behind him.
After a moment, Li Liang, also wearing a black suit, got out of the back seat of the second car and came to Xihuo Wen's side.
With a smile on his face, Whisper walked towards the restaurant unhurriedly.
Li Liang followed closely behind.
He has lived in Zhongjing for three years. Like Messi, he is a standard lower-class resident. Even a small MOMO gang can make them helpless.
And gangs like the MOMO Gang are not qualified to step into the "Three Musketeers".
Gangs also have chains of contempt. Families with a long history naturally look down on gangsters who make their fortune through smuggling and firefighting. Especially gangs that have experienced the dark post-nuclear war era and still have an orderly inheritance have a profound background and connections with the four major clans. Very shallow.
Therefore, tradition is the aesthetic pursued by gang bosses.
There was not a single airship or anti-gravity motor vehicle visible on the entire street. They were all retro fuel vehicles. The bodyguards who stayed outside did not have any messy mechanical modifications. Everyone looked calm and spoke little.
Following Whispering into the restaurant, Li Liang immediately felt a strong nostalgic atmosphere.
The walls of the hall are wrapped in solid wood, and large ancient oil paintings are hung. The crystal lamps hanging from the roof are very dim. The square dining tables placed at random below are covered with white tablecloths. Each table has a lamp that emits a hazy white light.
Slightly noisy classical music floated in the air, as well as white smoke from burning cigars.
In the dimness, most of the tables were already occupied, talking in low voices in twos and threes.
The waiter held the tray and put a white towel on his arm, shuttled between the tables, and the food provided was very simple, including bread, steak, various snacks, and most of all, wine.
He whispered all the way to the reserved seat, smiled and greeted the person who met his eyes, and after a while, he came to a semicircular booth against the wall.
At his signal, Li Liang sat inside.
Soon, the waiter brought a plate of bread, leaned over and poured the sobered red wine into the wine glasses in front of them.
Whispering broke off a piece of bread with his hands and said with a smile: "The bread here tastes good, you should try it."
Li Liang nodded, also tore off a piece with his hands, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.
He noticed the round gold ring worn by Xihuo on the little finger of his right hand, with a complicated coat of arms drawn on it.
The group has many personalities, including Director Zhang under Gu Sheng, Sorge under Li Chengshu, Liang Yizhen among the psychics, Li Yiyuan from .RD, Gaetano, the lover of Lao Ford and Marlena, and other identities that have not yet been revealed, but In this era, the most important personality is obviously Whisper, a well-known intelligence broker and gang mediator.
soon.
Some people got up from their seats, came to the booths, leaned over to greet each other in a whisper, held hands and whispered a few words, many of them spoke ancient Italian, and most of them shook hands with Li Liang before leaving.
Soon, some Chinese and Japanese gang leaders began to approach and pay their respects. One of them left a deep impression on Li Liang. He was a young man wearing a white suit and a plaid shirt. He approached and held Whisper's hand behind his back. Staring at Li Liang, he smiled and said, "Mr. Russell, is this Li Liang?"
"Yes, Song." He whispered and smiled.
The young man named "Song" turned to whisper, "You have a very good friend."
"Of course...our...friends."
The young man was noncommittal, nodded to Li Liang, turned and left.
Whispering, he tore off a piece of bread, dipped it in the red wine in the wine glass, and said softly: "He is the white paper fan of the 'Qing He Tu'. He has emptied the mountain owner. He is a very ambitious person."
"What's Qinghetu's business?" Li Liang noticed that since "Song" came here to say hello, the conversation in the restaurant had become louder.
"Women, bionic transformation, hallucinogens," whispered while chewing bread, "In recent years, we have also had a lot of business dealings with Mexico City and the Fuji."
That's arms.
Li Liang suddenly realized that this gang was quite low-key and he had never heard of it before.
Of course, the so-called major gangs in the market often have a lot of conjectures and attachments, and his previous understanding of the gangs is not true.
A few more people came from behind, including Spades, Yakuza.
He also discovered a pattern. Basically, people who were close to Whisper sat around, while people far away rarely left their seats to say hello, only occasionally casting glances during conversations.
Subsequently.
A white man in a beige suit came from a distance, saluted Whisper face to face, and sat across from him. After greeting Li Liang, he leaned forward and whispered: "Russell, are you speaking for the joint meeting now?"
"Oh, no, dear Fitz," Whisper wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, "I don't speak for anyone, but the world is about to undergo changes, and it is not a good tradition to remain complacent."
"Everyone is worried about this," Fitz clasped his hands on the table, "The situation is not good."
"Yes, I can only say that the dispute between Zhuos and Xi'an has just begun, so we need a more powerful friend." He whispered and spread his hands.
Fitz glanced at Li Liang and said thoughtfully: "Many people's business has stopped now. Russell, please forgive me for being abrupt. We need some clearer news."
"Give me three days," Whisper waved his hand, "Old friend, times have changed. Order is the foundation for a family to last forever, whether it is the Gambino family or the Dorta family, workers or Bloody young man, Fitz, don't let blood splatter on your walls."
"Thank you, Russell," Fitz stood up, met Whisper again, and turned to leave.
A few minutes later.
There was another German sitting opposite, chatting with the whisperer. The content was similar, except that the family name was changed to something else.
Li Liang sat next to him, always looking calm.
It turns out that gatherings between gangs are not about someone standing up and yelling some slogans, but like tonight, a tacit understanding is formed quietly.
Every gang has its own way of obtaining information. By now, everyone here must know that "Li Liang" has the right to speak in the joint meeting. By whispering him here, he naturally expressed his position - opposing the riot.
Later, those who took the initiative to say hello expressed their agreement to whisper.
Finally, several representatives of the dominant families came to talk to the whispers and get the information they wanted.
Li Liang felt a strong force from it.
Extremely powerful violence is like a sledgehammer, which seems to be devastating and can easily destroy fortresses. However, one does not realize that those fortresses are all made of sand and simply fall apart.
Billions of people are gravel.
Perhaps truly destroying this world is much more difficult than imagined.
At this time.
Whisper waved in the distance.
A middle-aged man of mixed Indo-European descent approached, leaned over to shake hands in a whisper, and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Russell."
"Enrique, long time no see, I would like to know how your dock is doing now?"
"Dongjiang Port is closed. As you know, the Chamber of Commerce's submarines cannot leave."
"These are difficult times, Enrique," Whisper patted Enrique on the arm.
"Yes...what can I do for you? Mr. Russell."
"Oh, that's right, I have a personal matter and need to go to Pier 65..."
"No problem, I will apply to the Chamber of Commerce for this matter," Enrique nodded and smiled, "You are a friend of the Mexicans."
"Thank you, Enrique."
On the side, Li Liang picked up the wine glass and took a sip of red wine.
After getting rid of the Mexican arms dealer who controls Pier 65 of Dongjiang Port, he can successfully enter the "backup spaceship base".
He suddenly had another premonition.
The "backup spaceship base" may come in handy soon.
