Riding a small bicycle for the first time in a long time, Linn ran around the city casually, not knowing what to do.
The little kitten didn't know why he wasn't with Lin En, or where he went.
After a long circle, Lin En stopped the car and stood at the door of a bar from a distance. He looked at the name of the bar and said to himself: "Is this here? Why did you sell the news to the bar?" Hidden in the city, what a great idea!”
When Lin En was talking to himself, there was already a group of guys riding large-displacement modified motorcycles. They were all wearing leather clothes and pants. Even in the cold weather, they had to go bareheaded and without hats. They parked their cars and walked in. Got this bar.
This is normal, nothing surprising.
Afterwards, a man took a piece of paper and read the words on the paper and the name of the bar for a long time. He stood at the door of the bar and looked left and right before entering the bar.
The same thing happened many times within an hour or so.
Lin En didn't move. He still stood on the street corner, leaning against the wall, watching silently.
People were coming and going at the door of the bar, but none of those people who were obviously not guests but came straight here came out of the front door.
When he saw this, Linn knew that he was in the right place.
So, she took out some kitty cosmetics and made some gestures for herself. She changed her hairstyle and put on a big beard. Lin slumped her shoulders, rubbed her hands, and walked to the bar with a large empty leather bag under her arm. .
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"Monroe, tell me, we can go work there anytime. To be honest, my ears are a little bad now, and I may have some eye problems as well."
"Don't look at me when you say this. Do you think the guys on the second floor are with us? They are not from our side and will inform~"
The man named Monroe glanced at the door and exchanged glances with the guard. The other man shook his head slightly. Monroe withdrew his gaze and said to the people around him: "There are too many colleagues here. We have competition, and so do those above. , and, you also know, everyone in this business has many faces, don’t think that you are friends with those people after having a drink once or talking to them a few times.”
Monroe curled his lips disdainfully: "Maybe I got information from you~"
"Sigh... When can we people really cooperate?"
At the inner door of the bar, in addition to the doorman standing at the door and the muscular man who was obviously coming to see the scene, there were several people sitting on chairs against the wall.
They obviously don't match the atmosphere of the entire bar. They usually just stare in the direction of the door, but they don't participate in the operation of the bar. They are neither guests nor employees. They seem to be completely separated from the entire bar. In this environment, only when someone occasionally walks in at the door, someone who looks more like he is looking for something than just drinking and having fun, will one of them step forward and whisper to him. Say something, and then the two people walk up to the second floor from the side passage, and then disappear here. After a while, only one of the two people who went up before will come down, continue to sit at the door, and continue to wait, and the cycle starts again. .
These people are all sporadic informants and industry insiders raised by intelligence brokers to sell information.
The main reason why I chose a place like a bar to do something like this... which seemed to require a quiet environment, was actually to seek shelter.
After all, this is Gotham.
This is such a chaotic city where you may be involved in a crime for no reason at any time and accidentally offend certain criminal gangs.
There will never be enough criminals in Gotham, just like the expansion of Arkham is always in progress. Once a building is built, it will be immediately occupied by all kinds of prisoners with mental illnesses who need treatment, and then continue. Construction of a new hospital building.
Batman continues to fight crime, but the result is just to drive away one group and then another.
That's all.
When doing business under such circumstances, especially intelligence business, safety is always the first factor. There is only one life. This is something that every intelligence broker should keep in mind.
Therefore, instead of being cautious and trying to avoid the big guys in Gotham's underground world, it is better to simply choose one to join them and be protected by them.
No matter how hidden the trading location is, it will always be discovered. They simply go directly to the territory of the boss they worship to do business, handing over a certain share each time, and at the same time, they also treat every item related to their boss carefully. Intelligence, and by the way, pay attention to some news that is unfavorable to your boss, and make money on both sides.
It's a win-win result and everyone is satisfied.
…
"Hi, hello."
Another person walked in at the door of the bar, who was obviously not here to play. He seemed very... unfamiliar, scared, and nervous. Standing at the door, not daring to take a step further inside, holding a big, worn leather bag tightly in his arms, hesitating, as if he might run away at any time.
The guard at the bar raised his eyelids slightly, looking very impatient.
Of course he knew what the guy in front of him was doing. He could see through this kind of person at a glance.
Of course, they did not dare to object to their boss's new business expansion. However, after such cooperation began, their workload increased a lot, but the money they received did not increase, so of course they were not happy. Woke up.
"Monroe!"
The guard at the door took one look and didn't bother to care about him anymore. He just tilted his head and shouted slightly louder.
Soon, Monroe, who was wearing jeans and chewing gum, came over, exchanged glances with the guard at the door who called his name, and walked up to the man holding the bag.
She looked him up and down, focusing on the leather bag. Her eyes were unconcealed, and her mouth was not so concealed: "What are you doing here? Are you buying information? Do you have any introducers?"
The bearded man holding the bag seemed to be stunned for a moment. Just when he was about to speak, he suddenly froze again. He looked at the guard beside him, and at the same time, he tightened the bag under his arm and protected it with his other hand. .
"Ah."
Monroe smiled, then signaled the guard with his eyes, pulled open the hanging strap across the door, and let the bearded man in.
"Come on, follow me."
Monroe let go of his hand, turned around and walked slowly to the side.
The bearded man seemed to still be hesitant, but it seemed that Munro had no intention of calling him out. He just walked forward on his own, gritted his teeth, walked a few steps quickly, and followed.
…
"Don't worry, although there is no law here, it is really a place that abides by the rules.
No one will touch that bag of yours. "
Monroe walked to the side passage and stopped at an elevator hidden at the end of the passage. He leaned against the wall and asked: "If you are here to buy information, tell me who your introducer is and where did you get it?" In addition to this place..."
He inadvertently looked at the bearded old leather bag: "Although it's not necessary, I still want to tell you. It's not a warning, but an advice."
He pointed back and said: "When you enter this elevator, when you get to the top, you will be searched by someone and you have to go through a security gate.
Behind you, there are another 6...well, they are not very kind guards. If you are here to cause trouble, I advise you to think carefully. If you don't want to enter this elevator, go to the bar now and ask for a drink. After drinking, leave here. ,still have a chance. "
The bearded man was stunned again, but his eyes looked up the elevator uncontrollably.
"I-I was introduced by Christopher Nolan. I'm here to buy information. I'm not here to cause trouble, really!"
Christopher Nolan...who is this person? Do we have this person here?
Monroe thought for a long time and never remembered that he knew such a number one person. He looked towards the door, then raised his head to look towards the top of the building.
"Ah."
Monroe figured it out. It must be the business of those colleagues, but it is no longer their business.
"Fine."
Monroe nodded: "Come with me."
Walking to the elevator and pressing the up button, Monroe said without looking back: "Since you have an introducer, I think you must also know the rules.
Cash is best, followed by bearer checks from various places, and then all kinds of gold, silver and jewelry. No transfers are accepted.
Finally, when you enter this elevator and get to the top, you have to pay whether you buy it or not. Get it. "
Ding~
The elevator door opened, and Monroe walked into the elevator first, standing on the right side, looking at the bearded man outside the door.
"clear!"
The bearded man clamped his bag tighter and strode into the elevator.
Silently, the elevator door closed and rose upwards.
…
There is no floor display, and there is absolutely no pause for anyone to come in. The elevator has been rising slowly, and it only stops when it reaches about the fourth or fifth floor.
The door opened and Monroe walked out directly.
"No...isn't it the second floor? I heard it's the second floor..."
"Ah."
Monroe smiled disdainfully. It seemed that business from some of his peers was indeed coming to the door.
"That's just a way of saying, okay, you are buying information, we are selling information.
Come here, come here. "
The bearded man walked out of the elevator. It didn't look very spacious. There were only passages on the left and right sides and a few big men sitting in the middle. There was nothing else, not to mention doors and windows, even some decorative flowers and hanging paintings. No.
The view is wide and unobstructed, nothing can be hidden.
The bearded man walked up to Monroe with his bag under his arm.
A big man stood up, holding a security metal detector in his hand, and scanned the bearded man.
Didi, didi, didi...
The sound was continuous.
"what's the situation!"
Monroe ducked back hastily, and the guard next to him immediately took out his gun.
"Key! It's my key!"
The bearded man explained hurriedly, and at the same time slowly reached into his pocket and took out a large number of keys from four different pockets.
"you……!"
Monroe stepped forward and pointed at the bearded man. It could be seen from the shape of his mouth that what he wanted to say was not a polite word.
"I'm a morgue keeper, so it's reasonable for me to have a lot of keys... right?"
"..."
Monroe didn't speak, just looked at the people around him, gestured with the detector for a while, and then became quiet.
He nodded to Monroe, and the other gunman put away his gun and sat back.
"Okay, really... come with me!"
Monroe said angrily, turned around and walked quickly in one direction of the corridor.
The bearded man hurriedly followed and asked with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I didn't think about it... Aren't you in the intelligence business? Why are you so... so cautious?
It looks darker than the ones downstairs..."
"Eh?! What did you say?"
Monroe glanced at the bearded man: "Be careful what you say, we are a serious business."
"Yes, yes, it's a serious business. Those on the second floor are all serious businesses."
"I'm not afraid to tell you either."
Monroe said as he walked: "You also know that we are in the intelligence business. In this industry, we will always offend people. Moreover, even people like you know that we are not good at competing with others. Others think we are easy to bully.
There are always people who want to come here to do business without capital, but..."
When Monroe said this, his eyes seemed to become sharp: "You must not be such a person, right?"
"Of course! Of course..."
The bearded man patted the bag under his arm and whispered.
"This is it."
After turning a corner, Monroe stopped, first picked up the old-fashioned phone in front of the door and whispered something, and then after putting down the phone, opened a door next to him: "Go in."
"Ah? Oh! Won't you go in..."
"What am I going in for! I'm only responsible for bringing you here. Go in, and the people inside will give you what you want."
…
Walking into the dim door, I don't know if it has been remodeled or just designed like this. There is only a chair in the door and a simple square table in front of it, nothing else.
The square table was against a wall. It was only when the bearded man was sitting in front of the table that he saw that a large piece of the wall was hollowed out and a glass mirror was placed there.
"Good morning sir."
The sound came from the small speaker on the table. At the same time, the mirror suddenly turned into completely transparent glass. On the other side of the glass, a person with a strong light behind him and whose face could not be seen clearly was sitting at the same table. forward.
"Hello."
The bearded man looked a little surprised, but also a little interested. He reached out and touched the glass: "It's... so professional."
"Sir, before you explain your purpose of coming, I hope you know that this house may kill you at any time.
Of course, we won't do that, if that's what you want.
At the same time, in addition to selling intelligence, we also engage in the acquisition of intelligence. If you have valuable enough intelligence, we will give you a sufficient price.
Well, sir, you ask your question and I give our price.
let's start. "
The bearded man nodded and put the bag on the table.
"I want...I want to know, Batman's true identity."
"...The answer to this question is worth 10 million."
"hiss……!"
The bearded man grinned and took a breath: "Then... Superman..."
"20000000."
"Wow, you guys are really amazing, all of this..."
"Sir, before you ask again, I hope you can show me the money or items you used to purchase the information.
Such a bag cannot hold so much money. "
"Uh... sure."
The bearded man hesitated for a moment: "Can I exchange information for it?"
"That depends on what kind of information it is."
"Lynn."
"……What?!"
"I know who Lynn is, where she lives, what she has the ability to know, who she is, where she is now, and what her favorite food is..."
"..."
The atmosphere suddenly fell into awkward silence.
"……not enough?"
The bearded man asked suspiciously.
On the other side of the glass, the person sitting there suddenly stood up and ran out!
"Haha, you are so smart. Sigh...this is boring..."
The bearded man stood up, adjusted his direction, crashed through the wall, and reached out to pinch someone's neck.
"Now, I ask, you tell. I ask a question, you give me...one hundred thousand yuan.
If you can't answer..."
The bearded man pulled off his beard and put it on the other person's chin: "Then you will suffer the same fate..."
(End of chapter)
