Almost instantly, tensions rose in the casino.
A group of people from the Investigation Bureau were pointed at twenty guns. Their faces changed drastically, their scalps went numb, and they looked nervous.
"Put down the gun!" A copper button from the Investigation Bureau held the gun tightly with both hands and shouted at Chen Zhengwei, his eyes constantly scanning the muzzles of the surrounding guns nervously.
"I have more guns now... Are you still so loud? You are so damn brave!" Chen Zhengwei smiled ferociously and put the muzzle of his gun on Michael's head. With a move of his feet, he hid behind Michael.
Seeing the guns around him, Michael confirmed his thoughts.
He had been fooled. The young man behind the previous case was responsible.
"Have you ever thought about the consequences of doing this?" Michael said, holding back the anger in his heart.
"This is Chinatown, my territory. There are tens of thousands of people here, a mixture of good and bad, and a bullet flying casually from the darkness on the street can kill you!" Chen Zhengwei sneered behind Michael's head.
"I can let you die in Chinatown at any time. The Bureau of Investigation doesn't even know how you died! Guess what the Bureau of Investigation will do? I think the next person to take your place will definitely know the current affairs better than you."
Michael clenched his fists and gradually calmed down. He finally realized that the young man behind him was completely different from the other obedient Chinese, and he was extremely courageous.
And the other party is right, he can let himself die here at any time.
The Bureau will simply put someone in their place and then investigate. But it’s hard to say what the final result of the investigation will be.
This is also the reason why the other party is confident.
If other ethnic groups lived in an area with such a population density and complex environment, it would definitely become a chaotic neighborhood that even their investigation bureau personnel would not be willing to enter.
It's just that the Chinese in the past were too weak, making them ignore the dangers of Chinatown.
The arrogance in Michael's heart did not allow him to bow his head, but he knew that his current situation was very dangerous. These people were completely different from the Chinese people he had dealt with before.
"Let's talk!"
"Wouldn't it be better if you had this attitude earlier? You have to make trouble so that everyone will be embarrassed!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.
"Tell your men to put their guns down!"
The copper button from the Investigation Bureau reluctantly put down the gun, but the two people put the gun down quickly without much psychological burden.
These two people had dealt with Chen Zhengwei once before, and they knew that this young man was completely different from other Chinese.
We cannot treat him the same way we treat other Chinese people.
Now Michael understands this too.
"Don't be nervous, everyone, relax!" Chen Zhengwei put away his gun with a smile on his face.
If Michael is dishonest, Chen Zhengwei can guarantee that he will shoot faster than him.
No one drew his gun and fired faster than Chen Zhengwei.
Fortunately, Michael didn't do any tricks. He just put the gun into the holster and then looked back at Chen Zhengwei, his expression not very good.
No matter who is threatened with a gun to their head, they will not be in a good mood.
Especially the Chinese, whom he had never paid attention to before.
"SIR, come to my office for a chat?"
"I don't think we have anything to talk about!" Michael said coldly.
"Then you have to be careful when walking..." The smile on Chen Zhengwei's face began to turn cold.
Michael felt furious. When had he ever been threatened like this?
Chen Zhengwei suddenly laughed, the coldness on his face disappeared, and he put his arm around Michael's shoulders: "It's just a joke, why is it so tense? We can definitely cooperate!"
"You want to manage the security of Chinatown, and I can help you take care of everything in Chinatown! Don't you want to catch the criminal? When you leave later, I can let you leave with the murderer of the previous case!"
"You have to come here every week to collect money. How much trouble is this? I'll help you do it and send you all the money from casinos and brothels every week!"
Chen Zhengwei held Michael in his arms and walked upstairs. This change of attitude was faster than turning the page in a book, which made Michael extremely uncomfortable.
After entering the office, Chen Zhengwei walked to the wine cabinet: "What to drink? Whiskey or something?"
"Whiskey!" Although Michael's face was not very pretty, he knew in his heart that the other party was right.
If there was a force in Chinatown that cooperated with him, many things would be easier.
In particular, the other party has a huge advantage. Not only does it have its own power, but it also speaks excellent English, making communication easy.
But Michael still felt a little embarrassed.
Chen Zhengwei poured him half a glass of whiskey, then sat on a chair, lit a cigarette, and said with a smile:
"I am a very proud person. A police officer is not worthy of being my friend. Even the squad leader in charge of Chinatown!"
Michael's face darkened, and his anger was aroused again. He felt that he was being despised.
But Chen Zhengwei smiled again, spread his hands and said: "But a future deputy director or even director will be completely fine!"
"So as long as we become friends, I'm willing to help you!"
"How much do you need for your promotion? If necessary, I can write you a check! Five thousand yuan... ten thousand yuan? Or twenty thousand yuan?"
"The fortune teller said before... Do you know fortune telling? It's your divination. The fortune teller said that all my friends have good luck! So are you willing to be my friend?"
Chen Zhengwei looked at Michael with a smile, and his words suddenly paused.
"By the way, I don't know what to call you yet."
Michael's eyes narrowed, and he confirmed once again that the young man in front of him was completely different from other Chinese.
When facing other Chinese, he always takes the initiative.
But at this time, the other party was completely in control.
"Michael!" Michael's mind turned and he was a little moved by Chen Zhengwei's words.
"So, do you want to accept my friendship?" Chen Zhengwei stretched out his hand.
Friendship or bullets, you have to choose one.
"I'm willing to cooperate with you!" Michael pondered for a moment, then stretched out his hand to shake Chen Zhengwei's hand. He actually didn't have much choice.
And he also realized that the other party had not only taken the initiative since entering the casino, but had also been controlling his emotions.
Like a devil.
And you don’t know if he will fall out in the next second! This put a lot of pressure on him.
"The right choice!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.
"Now we can talk about other things... By the way, I will send someone to catch the murderer for you. You can take them with you when you go back later!" Chen Zhengwei opened the door and said to Li Xiwen outside: "Go and get them." The scholar is here!"
After a moment, the scholar came up: "Weige!"
"Where are the people from Ansongtang hiding? Go catch a few people and let them take them away!"
"It doesn't matter whether you live or die!"
"I'll do it right away!" The scholar's eyes showed admiration and excitement.
When the two sides were at war with each other just now, he had one thought in his mind: Trouble.
Unexpectedly, Chen Zhengwei actually suppressed those copper buttons!
Now it seems that the two sides can reach an agreement.
In the future, with the support of these copper buttons, it will be more convenient for them to work in Chinatown.
"Okay, Michael, the prisoner will be handed over to you in a moment! Let's talk about Chinatown. You have to go to various casinos, brothels, and opium dens every week to collect money. It's too troublesome and embarrassing. I can I’ll help you solve the problem and ask the casino owners to bring the money up every month, and then you can just come and get it directly from me!”
In this way, Chen Zhengwei became the bridge between Michael and all the casinos and brothels in Chinatown, and then made his own rules.
And Michael changed from collecting money from the casino to taking money from him, and the relationship and subject between the two parties completely changed.
He could even use this to get Michael into trouble with certain people.
“How much money did you get every week before?”
"Six hundred dollars!" Michael said after hesitating.
In fact, he couldn't get so much at all, because apart from some large casinos, many casinos and food stalls were in alleys, and people were posted at the street corners every day to keep an eye on them.
If someone from the Investigation Bureau is seen, the shop will be closed down first.
The same goes for prostitutes.
As for opium dens, most of them are hidden in laundromats or other shops. Although they are clearly visible to the Chinese, they are very secretive to people like them from the Bureau of Investigation.
He can only get about 400 yuan a week, and he has to divide it among his subordinates. In addition, he has the habit of playing cards, so there is not much money left.
"Six hundred yuan?" Chen Zhengwei was a little surprised. This was much less than he expected.
In his opinion, Michael should get at least a thousand dollars a week! Obviously there is something going on here that he doesn't know.
Chen Zhengwei's heart turned and he smiled cheerfully: "I guarantee that the money you get every week will exceed this amount!"
Michael felt better now.
He has been struggling today, but he will be able to get an extra two hundred yuan a week from now on, which will allow him to forget the little unhappiness he had before.
