"The Brotherhood's information, as well as the architectural drawings of the textile factory, have been sent to your overseas mailbox."
"Thanks!"
"My dear friend, can I ask why you want to attack the Brotherhood? Of course, if you don't want to answer, it doesn't matter. You have to deal with them. It just so happens that I have something inside."
Locke stood on the balcony, listening to the iconic Red Devil laugh on the other side of the phone, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "They are looking for death, does that count as a reason?"
"Calculate!"
The Red Devil, who was enjoying delicious food somewhere, laughed and said, "I've seen the news in New York."
"Oh, what did you see?"
"Haha, it's a secret, my dear friend."
Locke said nothing.
I have to say that the Red Devil's laughter is quite good when heard from a third person's perspective, but immersing yourself in it, especially when the laughter is directed at you, always gives people a feeling of being unsatisfied.
but……
Don't be irritable.
These days, it is very difficult to find a qualified intelligence supplier, especially a supplier who knows the basics.
Like the one in Texas.
MMP.
He was about to move to New York, but that guy thought he was so great that he actually threatened him. It was obvious what the result would be.
Locke never accepted any threats.
after awhile.
The Red Devil also stopped laughing, wiped his lips with a napkin, and stood up from someone else's dining chair: "When the goods arrive, send a message and I will have someone come and get them."
"Don't forget your five hundred thousand!"
"Nice to work with, my friend!"
“A pleasure to work with.”
The Red Devil laughed loudly as he listened to the blind tone on the phone. He handed the phone to Demby, who was holding a weapon over there. Then, he tilted his head and stared at the man kneeling on the ground in front of him like a gentleman.
The next second.
Gunshots came from the room.
Locke hung up the phone very neatly.
He just made a very ordinary transaction.
To put it simply.
Tomorrow is Monday, a working day.
The day before yesterday, when Locke put his plan to deal with the Brotherhood at work on Monday, he asked if the Red Devils had any maps of the textile factory or anything like that.
After all, judging from the original plot, the old black slave had a secret escape channel.
Time was tight, and Locke was too lazy to go to New York City to steal the construction blueprints.
But Locke had waited until the day before yesterday not for any fun, or to be idle and bored. What he wanted was to finish the job in one go. Otherwise, why would he wait until working days to do it?
As a result, when Locke asked the salesperson of the Red Devils, the Red Devils called.
Locke dared to feel a little miraculous at first.
Except for the initial contact and chatting with the Red Devil, at other times, when buying and selling information, the salesperson under the Red Devil would deal with him.
After all, the Red Devil has already passed the stage of handling such simple information personally.
But Locke seemed to have thought of something.
Any intelligence dealer's information is not brought by strong winds, and the information in the hands of the Red Devil is even more impossible.
However, for a killer organization that is somewhat famous in New York City and even around the world, the most valuable thing for intelligence dealers is naturally the killer organization's ledger.
The account book that records the real names of each customer.
but……
The Brotherhood has existed for a long time, but the old black slave's business of taking orders and killing people for personal gain should not have been very long, no more than ten years at most.
Only after the Red Devil spoke did Locke realize that he had guessed half of it right.
The Red Devils want the ledger, but not exactly the ledger.
In the words of the Red Devil, he never deceives anyone. The account books of a killer organization that has been in the killer business for six years cannot be bought with just half a million dollars.
The Red Devils offered half a million, but they just wanted one page in the ledger.
The Red Devil even told Locke which page of the ledger it was on, including where the ledger was placed in the textile factory.
Okay, this is very Red Devils.
After Locke heard the news, he didn't have much fluctuation. After all, this was the Red Devils.
And Locke wasn't interested in what was on that page.
That person's money can help others eliminate disasters.
This is the most basic quality for a killer. As a qualified killer, Locke naturally possesses it.
If you don’t tell me, I won’t ask. I just want to know how much it costs!
not to mention……
Since Locke has watched four seasons of "The Blacklist," he can use his toes to figure out what's on that page, and it must be related to the Red Devil's true identity that he doesn't want people to know.
It’s not worth asking.
Locke is not afraid of anyone, but he is afraid of trouble, especially for no reason, disrupting his quest to save money to buy godhead.
Since the Red Devils have made a bid, let’s give it to the Red Devils.
Customer is god.
Locke returned to the study and opened his overseas mailbox. When he saw it, the email "I am not a Red Devil" from the Red Devil's salesman had been sent.
Open.
The roster of the Brotherhood, and even the architectural drawings of the textile factory where the Brotherhood resides, including how many things were added after several renovations, are all included.
"As expected of the Red Devil!"
Locke clicked his tongue twice and sighed: "After all, he is a fierce man who can get the title of Dark World Goalkeeper in the Dark World."
Locke's title of Unparalleled was taken by himself, but the Red Devils' goalkeeper title is generally recognized.
Incomparable.
Researcher Locke opened the blueprint of the textile factory and licked his lips. With this blueprint, it would not be difficult to cook the people in the textile factory when he goes to work tomorrow.
Jingle Bell!
Locke took the cell phone aside, glanced at the call, and raised his eyebrows.
"Gwen?"
After Locke answered the phone, he asked curiously: "It's so late, haven't you slept yet?"
It's almost twelve o'clock.
As expected, he is a very hard-working student.
Gwen, who was leaning on the bed, smiled and closed the books in her hands: "Would you rather take the bus or drive to school tomorrow?"
Locke was slightly startled: "Does the school have buses passing through Fifth Avenue?"
How come he doesn't know?
Fortunately, after his car was totaled for the first time, he had the luxury of taking a taxi to school.
But even if there is, Locke may not sit down. After all, he still likes to make himself comfortable.
Gwen smiled: "Of course, but if you drive tomorrow, we can go together. I got my driver's license, remember?"
Locke said: "I went there with you, of course I remember, but I may be later tomorrow."
"ah?"
"Well, regarding the house in Xingchen Building, I need to get the certificate, but it shouldn't be too late."
The textile factory starts work at six o'clock.
Go quickly and come back quickly.
The battle ended in an hour, almost seven o'clock, and then I rushed back and drove to get the certificate, and then went to school. I should be able to arrive before the first class at half past eight.
Gwen listened, surprised for a moment, then sighed and said, "Well, I thought you could sit next to me and remind me."
Locke smiled, and then asked curiously: "Didn't George say that he would follow you on your first day of driving?"
"Dad is working overtime!"
"All right."
Gwen smiled, said it was okay, and then said: "Dad just went out. It is said that he is going to the court to apply for a search warrant. Otherwise, he will not be able to catch up with the operation tomorrow morning."
Locke: "..."
