Chapter 102: Gangster Empire (3)

When is old time? Where is the old place? Please, can you write down the address of the underground brothel as in the background of the mission? !!
Qi Leren looked at the letter paper for a full minute and determined that he could not find the answer from this body that did not belong to him.
I really hope that the owner of this body has a hobby for writing diaries. Unfortunately, after returning from the underground brothel, Qi Leren has turned the apartment upside down and found no diary at all.
But maybe he can start from another angle.
Qi Leren inspected the corridor again.
This letter appeared after he went away to send Willow, which may of course be a coincidence, but if it is not coincidence, it means that the sender deliberately avoided Willow-obviously, the sender did not want Let the young lady of the Irish gangster know too much about the gang.
To know exactly when Willow left, and complete this in the few minutes he sent Willow downstairs and back, the only possibility is that the sender lives on this floor and can listen To his movements, and always pay attention to him.
This apartment has four residents on the same floor, sharing a corridor. Anyone can pay attention to when he will go out and return.
Qi Leren closed the door calmly, pondered the Miami vacation route on the wall for a few seconds, and studied the literary excerpt of the literary killer for a while, and wrote back in the letter: [ Apply for vacation. 】
Then he put the letter in the envelope and tucked it in the door.
A minute later, the sound of opening the door came, and the light footsteps stopped at the door, and someone took the letter.
Qi Leren opened the door.
The little boy in a newsboy cap flinched. "Mr. Whiskey."
Qi Le Habitat looked down at him, leaned against the door, lit a cigarette, and stubbed on the stationery with a cigarette to signal his attention to this.
The messenger swallowed: "I can't decide this. I have to report this to Mr. David."
Well, now I know who ordered it. Uncle David in Willow's mouth, suspected of being the second leader of the Irish gang, didn't know if the NPC had also been replaced by a player.
Qi Leren glanced at him: "Where is he now?"
"Uh ... office, maybe?" The messenger didn't dare to look at him.
"Well, I'll ask him for leave, let's go." Qi Leren embraced the messenger's young shoulders familiarly. "We might still have a drink. What would you like to have?"
The messenger who was dragged away looked very nervous, but this tension and rustiness made Qi Le people very happy. It was much easier to deal with a young ghost who hadn't grown up.
See, doesn't this solve half the problem? The remaining half will wait until he sees David.
"How long have you been doing this?" Qi Leren asked on his way to David's office.
The little boy who was delivering the letter looked nervous, and swallowed: "Three months, sir."
"Why?" Qi Leren asked again.
"I want to make some money ... I need money," he said.
This is probably the standard reason why children from the bottom of society entered this gray area in this era-poverty.
Poverty prevents them from receiving a good education. It is so difficult to change their class in this society where the gap between the rich and the poor is widening. It is not easy to find a sufficient job, especially if they are only underage. Child.
Thief petty became the best family income subsidy, and their parents wouldn't even bother to ask them about the source of their pocket money, they would even collect part of it if their parents were alive.
The rampage of the gangsters gave this group of street "homeless children" a glimmer of hope. This group of mature, cold men, wearing suits, holding beautiful girls in their arms, squandering a lot of money, they seemed rich, which seemed to A very good lifestyle.
Some of them got on the line with the characters in the gang and did some simple tasks for them, such as stealing, shipping, and ventilating messages, boldly starting to mix up with the thugs, collecting protection fees fakely, and being smart and brave It will soon be appreciated from the top, and gradually enter the gang from a peripheral character. If you follow the person, this speed is amazingly fast.
"Money is very good. I have money. Maybe I can entrust you to run errands for me. This is a clean part-time job, much cleaner than the job at hand." Qi Leren chuckled and said.
"I do, sir, of course I do!" The little boy who sent the letter nodded, his eyes flashed with longing desire, and there was an ambition to climb up.
"Well, maybe you should introduce yourself." Qi Leren said.
"Yes, sir. My name is Gavin G. Garcia. When I was seven, I followed my mother from Ireland to Fykes, and I have a younger sister and two younger brothers ..." Gavin took the family members in one breath. They were all introduced. From these scattered pieces, Qi Leren outlined the image of Gavin. As the eldest son in the family, Gavin is not as timid as he imagined, so he just saw it. He was frightened, probably because ... the whisky was notorious enough.
It's embarrassing that Gavin also touted him, but what the is all about it: I heard that you have shot the Italian guy in the middle of the night and drove the driver's head into a horse honeycomb. It ’s cool. Listen It ’s so cool to say that when you are angry, you do n’t need to grab a crowbar to smash your little gangster into a pile of rotten meat. I heard that you caught the undercover in the gang and hung it upside down on the door frame. Digging his heart and practicing his marksmanship with his body is really cool. I heard that you like Shelley ’s poem every time you kill someone, you should carry a paragraph. If the other party can continue, you will make him die faster.
Qi Leren: ... What the scum of my man, can the police in the United States do it? Hurry up and catch this wicked criminal who also likes to read poems!
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"Good evening." Qi Leren in a suit took off his hat and said to the lady inside the door.
A woman in a dusty whispered "Good evening" and hurried out of David's room with red eyes.
David's feet-Crossed on the long table, smoking a gloomy face, his neat dress shows that he is not a prostitute in the office. The expression of the woman just now also shows that she is not the "La Traviata" who came to sell spring .
This look is not Ning Zhou, it looks like an ordinary NPC.
Qi Leren pondered calmly, pondering that the woman should have some relationship with David, but not close. I am afraid there was an unpleasant conversation between the two-scattered paper and overturned ashtray Prove it.
"You can never discuss things with women." After a brief thought, Qi Leren picked out a straight male cancer statement that would never go wrong in this age of severe sexism.
In history, a large part of the implementation of the prohibition of alcohol in the United States was because women who had not yet obtained the right to vote launched a feminist campaign widely to promote a ban on alcohol throughout the society to avoid alcohol abuse and domestic violence. The patriarchal society must be disgusted with this. No one likes to share their power.
Sure enough, David sneered: "I don't understand what Louis likes her. She doesn't have any special skills except for shopping and making a lot of noise. Louis will only surround her 'Amanda baby' and 'Amanda sweetheart' 'Screaming for her, upset for her.'
Fine, that woman is Louis' mistress, Amanda.
"How is Louis?" Qi Leren asked.
"Not bad, I've got a lawyer. Damn it, the group of Italians tapped his phone and got the key evidence of tax evasion. The IRS stung like a fly that smelled carrion. I must teach them a lesson "I mean the group of Italians!" David's mood suddenly got out of control. He stood up angrily, paced around the table, and every step was full of anger.
This anger even made Qile people feel weird.
"So, what are you going to do?" Qi Leren asked.
"Of course let them remember this lesson! In the way you are best at, but also rum, brandy, vodka, and sake, the five of you have work to do." David smiled smokyly and was smoky The yellowed teeth looked extremely dirty in the dim light.
Qi Leren squinted his eyes: "I plan to go to Miami for a vacation."
"Not now! You should go back later and I will pay you enough for the vacation."
Qi Leren lowered his eyes: "Well, you can give me the list, I'm too lazy to go there again."
David took a deep breath and glanced at his watch: "It's almost time, let's go together, anyway, you go home and drop by."
Qi Le's heart was overjoyed, and it was naturally best to be able to figure out the old place, so as not to have to think about it next time.
David put on a coat and walked out of the room with Qi Leren. He also glanced at Gavin waiting at the door: "What are you doing here?"
"Wait for him to have a drink," Qi Leren said.
David twitched the corners of his mouth and showed an unfriendly smile. "Then you have to wait for the next time."
"It's okay, I'll be happy to wait." Gavin stepped back with interest. "Then I'll go home first, good night, sir."
After Gavin left, David continued to walk forward. As he was in the car, David asked casually: "Willow came to you?"
"Well." Qi Leren said only cautiously.
"I think so. If she was obedient, she wouldn't have so much trouble this time." David snorted and asked, "What about her? Did she come to you?"
Since entering this copy, Qi Leren has been in the pain of "who is this, who is this fucking", he does not even know anyone!
Qi Leren's silence seemed to give David an answer. He played a cigarette and said in disgust: "These women, one or two are uneasy. Bully, if she has the idea of ​​running away, notify me in time. I."