"It's me." After Kai made a few calls to ask someone to check on Samantha, he picked up his personal phone and called Frank. "Are you still giving trouble to the Irish?"
Frank, of course, answered in the affirmative.
"Then let's stop for a moment. You scared other people, and some people even called the police. Don't worry about Grotto anymore. He's just a small character. By the way, you don't just remember to arrest him. Are you a human? Do you want to ask something?"
Kai has no interest in a gangster of Grotto's level. Frank might be interested, but now that the person is in the hands of the police, Frank will be patient even if he looks at Kai's face. Anyway, it won't be too late to kill him next time he encounters him. .
"I did find something."
"Tell me."
Kai picked up the coffee Misty brought and took a sip. Damn it, it was cold and so bitter. Kai has never liked coffee very much, but Lao Mei likes it very much and wishes he could drink it anytime and anywhere. Don't know what's wrong.
"They were able to catch me because they got the news in advance, and the news came from a supplier."
"who?"
"I don't know..." Frank said depressedly. "You acted too quickly that day and killed their boss directly. The rest are just minions who don't know much."
"Is that so..." Kai was a little embarrassed, he really didn't think much of it at the time. "It's okay. Look for more groups that buy fans. Since we are suppliers, there is no reason to only do business with one. You can always find that guy."
In the business of buying fans, there are not many suppliers, and no supplier only deals with one supplier, because the risk is too great. Therefore, it is not difficult to find a supplier. If you look for more fans, you will definitely be able to find one.
"I see."
"By the way, don't make any big noise and let me calm down for two days."
"Got it." Frank hung up the phone, not wanting to hear Kai beep.
"Tsk...how rude."
Kai pouted and put down the phone. Called his secretary in.
"Misty, who am I first? If nothing happens later, don't wake me up."
"I know!" Misty was still full of energy. The girl had been injured before, but it was not serious. She was just scratched by a bullet. Seeing that the bureau was short of manpower, the girl came back to work directly with the injury. Although I can only do clerical work, I still help everyone share some work.
Kai picked up a blanket, wrapped it around himself, then put down the backrest and lay down on the office chair and fell asleep.
At this time, 175 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan Island, was located in a triangular block at the intersection of 23rd Street, Broadway Avenue and Fifth Avenue, known as the Flatiron District. A car parked nearby, and a handsome, well-dressed man stepped out of it. He was holding an antique leather suitcase in his hand, and with the top hat and coat, he looked a bit like an American gentleman during the Prohibition period.
The man walked into the Continental Hotel located here with his suitcase.
The Continental Hotel is a historic hotel that stood here about one hundred and ten years ago. But surprisingly, in this commercialized society, this hotel still adheres to a very old style. They never use high technology such as computers, and all check-in procedures are handwritten. They don't even want to advertise. In their words, they will use the best service attitude to make every guest feel at home!
However, this society is always so strange. The more different you are, the more people will pursue you.
In short, this very stylish hotel always attracts some highly respected guests.
"Welcome to the Continental Hotel, sir. Do you have a reservation?"
The shape of this hotel is very interesting, it is a triangle, so after entering from the main door, the reception hall inside is not large. There was only one person at the reception desk, a tall and thin black man, who was meticulously dressed in a suit and had eyes that gave people an extremely professional and rigorous feeling.
"Appointment?" The man tilted his head, looking a little confused.
"I'm sorry, sir." The black man spoke with a bit of a tongue-in-cheek accent. I don't know where his accent came from. Maybe it was a French accent? "Our hotel is a membership system. If you do not make a reservation in advance or do not have membership qualifications, we will not accept you."
"That's right." The man nodded thoughtfully, but his voice changed: "Then what will happen if I insist on moving in?"
The black man's expression did not change at all, but he still said very politely: "I'm sorry, this does not comply with our regulations."
"My name is Hannibal." The man said softly: "Of course, my original name was not this, but other people called me that, and I thought it sounded pretty good, so I called it this name."
The moment the man said his name, the already quiet reception hall became even quieter.
The black man, who had always seemed very professional, also changed his expression.
Hannibal.
This name may not appear frequently, but there is no doubt that his name is definitely famous. And he's a lunatic! Extremely dangerous lunatic!
The black man swallowed, and then said calmly: "Mr. Hannibal... Is there anything you... need service for?"
Hannibal did not rush to answer his words, but took a few steps back and took a deep breath.
"Suck... ha."
He seemed to be enjoying himself, but this gesture made everyone present feel a chill. You know, this is a lunatic.
"You know, human souls have a taste. What demons like most is human souls, but their preferences are completely different." After saying that, Kai turned and walked towards the door. He gently closed the hotel door, and then Locked. "Some demons like pure souls, because purity is like sweetness. No one can refuse sweetness, and the same goes for demons. Some souls are full of sin. That kind of soul is like pepper, so exciting that it is difficult to eat. But some demons can't stop craving this kind of stimulation."
At this time, everyone present already felt that something was wrong.
Many people had drawn their guns.
The Continental Hotel does not allow the use of force.
But no one thought that Hannibal, a madman, would abide by such rules.
"The Continental Hotel does not allow the use of force! Mr. Hannibal, there is no conflict between us. I don't want unnecessary misunderstandings between us!"
Snap!
The last lock on the door was closed by Kai.
"Misunderstanding? No, no, no. There is no misunderstanding. I'm just here to find you." Hannibal put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked to the front desk: "Haven't you heard of my legend? My hunting targets will only target those People who are full of sin. Like I just said, some demons like souls full of sin.”
When the black man saw this scene, he knew there was nothing he could do, so he pulled out his gun, pointed it at Hannibal, and pulled the trigger.
Other guests also shot at the same time!
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
A dense rain of bullets was fired at Hannibal, and almost instantly, Hannibal was beaten into a sieve.
For about three minutes, those present probably fired more than thousands of rounds.
Only when the gunfire gradually died down did everyone recover.
Looking at Hannibal still standing, everyone still felt a little unreal. This... is it over?
But just when everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly Hannibal's body moved.
"Oh...this suit is very expensive...I quite like it."
Hannibal's magnetic voice was like a reminder to the demons in hell to other people's ears.
"This, this, this... what kind of monster is this?!!!"
"Calling others monsters... is really rude." Hannibal rolled his eyes at the person who shouted that sentence, and then laughed again: "But it's okay, now there are two real monsters coming to greet you. !”
Along with Hannibal's words, wisps of dark smoke floated out from the bullet holes all over his body.
The dark fog gathered and formed a huge, sticky black mass that was still surging.
Sudden!
Blood red eyes opened from the black mass!
"Go on, be good and eat cleanly. Otherwise it will be troublesome to clean up."
Roar! ! ! !
Hannibal responded with two violent roars!
Then...the Continental turned into hell. The roaring and wailing sounded throughout the night, but surprisingly, no one outside felt anything about it.
All night long, no one left the hotel.
…
Kai slept for a few hours. Was woken up.
"Director!" Misty suppressed a smile and reported the situation to Kai: "This little fat guy Fudge is very courageous. He even dares to fight against people from the District Attorney's Office? He also has to call the federal prosecutor for consultation, haha. Samman Shah’s face is going to be blackface.”
Kai had a question mark on his face: "Isn't she black?"
"Oh, I'm just describing it. Besides, she's not a pure-blooded black person. She's mixed-race, and she's relatively white." Misty suddenly became confused.
This is probably what happened. At the beginning, Fergie planned to give Samantha a good impression. After all, for lawyers, if they can have a good relationship with prosecutors, it will be very helpful to their careers. In the American judicial circle, If you want to develop, connections are very, very important. Don’t you see, the legacy of federal justices is full of the legacy of masters?
All in all, Fergie certainly started out with good intentions.
But facing Foggy who greeted him with a smile, Samantha was not interested in listening to his self-introduction at all. After interrupting his self-introduction, she ordered her assistant to take Grote away. Yes, she was giving instructions to her assistant, not to Fudge, as if she was sure that the young lawyer would never dare to oppose her.
As a result...she was slapped in the face.
Fergie realized that the other party was trying to bypass him and take Grote away, and immediately rebounded strongly.
He took out the legal provisions that the district attorney had no right to intervene in witness protection operations, and threatened Samantha to report her illegal operation to the federal prosecutor. Samantha's expression was extremely exciting at that time, her face turned black, and she even It's all doubt and confusion.
She never expected that a stupid young lawyer would dare to confront her. What she did was definitely an illegal operation, but most junior lawyers would not dare to confront the chief prosecutor, otherwise they would be tormented by the prosecutor's office and become insane. Lawyers in the United States have more of a cooperative relationship with the district attorney and police than a confrontational one. Many barristers are not simply high in defense, but have deep connections within the two parties, and can easily accomplish things that other lawyers cannot.
For example, if a small lawyer cannot bail someone out, a big lawyer can bail him out. A small lawyer cannot reach a prosecution and plea bargain with the district attorney, but a big lawyer can. For enough money, a barrister can get his client off the hook from the police and prosecutors, and it's completely legal. On the contrary, if a lawyer offends a senior executive of the District Attorney's Office, the other party will only need to put him on the District Attorney's Office's blacklist, and the lawyer will exhaust his energy in every lawsuit he fights in the future. Not to mention that most of the prefectural prosecutors have close relations with the police station. If they are asked to arrest and convict suspects one by one, there are even more people from the police station who will be transferred to local prosecutors.
It's really irrational for Fergie to do this.
Samantha was going crazy and Kai just let it go. Others have a well-established background and are known to the president, so she has no way to fight back. But who is Fergie? In fact Samantha had no idea who he was! But as luck would have it, this kid really caught on to something not too big or too small.
"Ha! This kid has a lot of talent." Kai has always had a good impression of Foggy. Although Foggy looks festive and talks and does things cheerfully, he is also a good person with a bottom line and a sense of justice. But now, he is even more optimistic about him.
Misty also nodded in agreement. Misty always remembered how rude Samantha was to her before, but she was not Kai. When facing Samantha, she would still be short of breath subconsciously, even with Kai's support. Dare to really do anything to Samantha? Now that I saw what Foggy did, I immediately had a great impression of Foggy.
After being criticized, Samantha reluctantly "allowed" Fudge and the two to participate in the case.
She can settle the accounts later, but now she really doesn't have the guts to do it. She wants to become a big shot, and she doesn't want to die here with a stupid young man like Foji. In fact, there were already too many surprises for this matter, and she really didn't want to add any more variables.
"how is it now?"
Misty shrugged and said, "The case was handed over to the 22nd Precinct."
"That's it... then forget it. You go and say it, they can do whatever they want, but don't cause trouble in my jurisdiction. If something goes wrong... Huh, that woman should be able to know that the consequences of my anger are not hers. Bear it.”
Misty nodded excitedly and said cheerfully: "I know, I'll make a call right now!"
Kai shook his head and stopped paying attention.
He was more curious about the relationship between Samantha and Frank.
But what happened was that unfortunately, as soon as he put it down, Bright knocked on the door and came in.
"Boss, this is Grotto's interrogation record."
"Oh." Kai took it casually and threw it aside. He really has no interest in this kind of little guy.
Brett originally wanted to leave when he saw that Kai was not interested in this, but there was something he felt he needed to say.
"Is there anything else?" Kai saw that Brett was squirming there, and knew that something was definitely going on.
"Yes." Bright organized his words and then said: "During the interrogation just now, Grotto said something that I think needs to be reported."
"Oh? Tell me about it?" I'm free and it's easy to listen.
"Yes! Grotto said before that the Irish people had been buying goods from a dealer."
"Huh?" Kai was immediately interested. Just now he was checking the supplier behind the Irishman. Now there is news?
"Grotto has never seen this dealer, but Grotto once heard their boss say that this dealer has a very powerful background. Not only does the volume of goods shipped, but also the supply of goods is very diverse. The goods are available everywhere, but most of them are They are all from Afghanistan."
Everyone is familiar with the three major sources of poison in the world. Golden Triangle, Golden Crescent, Silver Triangle. Due to geographical reasons, the supply channels in these three places are relatively fixed. The Golden Triangle is for Asia, the Golden Crescent is for Europe, and the Silver Triangle is for North America.
Can large quantities of gold crescent goods be supplied to the United States?
Putting aside the cost issue, there are so many hurdles that need to be passed that it is simply not worth it.
There is a problem.
"What's the dealer's name?"
"Grotto doesn't know the name, he only knows the code name. Blacksmith, his code name is Blacksmith!"
"blacksmith?"
Kai had heard this name before in Los Angeles.
Kai immediately picked up the phone and called Los Angeles: "Hi, Troy. It's me, Kai. Help me go to the prison, the boss of the Irish gang, I need to know something. Well, the sooner the better, um, you can Ask him about the blacksmith's information. Tell him, tell me the blacksmith's information, and I will ensure that he can live safely after he is released from prison. The one who drove him to Los Angeles
