nightcrawler in los angeles

Chapter 98 Dalton Jr.'s Help

Standing in the sewer, Hill still loves to be clean as before, holding a broom in his hand and carefully looking at the corner where the three of them lived before.

On the contrary, Marco moved a second-hand TV from nowhere and took a lot of children to line up to play games.

Tao Xi was the only one sitting cross-legged in the corner holding his radio and muttering softly: "Tsk! You played songs a few days ago, why didn't you even play songs for me today!"

After all, Tao Xi tapped the radio on the pipe twice, but he still didn't respond.

Tao Xi, who was extremely short of money, looked at the radio in his hand with some boredom. Although [Neil United Cinemas] earned so much box office, it would take at least half a year for the Fund Regulatory Account of the Motion Picture Association of America to be settled. time.

Eager to find something to do for himself, Tao Xi greeted Hill and walked towards the ground.

The American-Australian community cannot go back. From a long distance, Tao Xi saw a large group of producers with leather bags in their hands wandering around the RV.

Suddenly a speeding police car caught Tao Xi's attention, and Tao Xi habitually wanted to follow up to see what happened, but when he touched his pocket, he didn't take the police recorder.

"Hey! The money you can earn is just like that, and you are driving 60 kilometers per hour, it must be a big case!"

A white man covered in luxury goods turned his head and said to Tao Xi: "No, it's just an ordinary police officer speeding! If we can expose this matter."

"Fxxk! Janes! As I said, don't follow me!" Little Dalton, who had rushed from New York, punched his friend Janes York.

Jane York didn't pay attention to little Dalton, but turned her head and hugged Tao Xi enthusiastically: "Long time no see, hahaha, since the last time we met, I can think of your immature face every night, if you Next time there is news, can you consider stopping, stopping, stopping, it hurts, it hurts, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Tao Xi saw Janes York kneeling directly in front of him because his little finger was pinched by him, and then he let go and touched his hair sprayed with gel cream, and comforted him: "You say you are a big man, why do you always follow this guy?" It smells like a woman's body."

Little Dalton seemed to have been upset with his reporter friend who worked on the Fox News Channel for a long time. When Jane was knocked to the ground by Tao Xi, Little Dalton kicked him hard on the ass.

"You did the report on the Bank of America, right? It's really good, and I didn't expect that you, the godson of the blood gang, would lend a helping hand to the police. It seems that old guy Jeffrey has a lot of influence on you!"

When Tao Xi heard this, he turned around and left, ignoring little Dalton at all.

Seeing that Tao Xi was gone, Jans York immediately stopped "humming" and muttered in a low voice, "Why are you leaving! The trick of bitterness has failed?"

"It seems that you don't know him yet!" Little Dalton raised his lips slightly and shouted to Tao Xi who left on his own: "A security contract of 100 million dollars!"

Seeing that Tao Xi, the godson of the Blood Gang, actually stopped in his tracks, Jans York couldn't help but waved his left hand and threw it on the ground, cursing: "Oh! Fxxk! No wonder the ABC put He hid it so tightly!"

Little Dalton waved at Tausi, then whispered to Janes York, who was standing next to him like a dogleg: "If you can ask Fox News to find a star or a lot of dollar bills, Tao Xi has the potential to travel at night. It must be yours!"

"Oh my god! Don't look at the joke, Elm Street's box office share is enough for those female stars in Hollywood to throw themselves into their arms."

"Don't forget, I'm a detective! You're just a paparazzi, [Neil United Cinemas] was run by Tao Xi for a French female star."

Just as Janes York turned his head, he saw Tao Xi leaning his head over and said grimly: "A detective who speaks ill of others behind his back is not a good man!"

"That's right! Hehehe, Tao Xi, you and I are on the same team!" Janes York turned his head to help Tao Xi, beating his legs and squeezing his shoulders.

Instead, Tao Xi adjusted his sitting posture with a look of enjoyment. When Janes York saw Tao Xi's appearance, he immediately raised his nose and asked in a low voice: "Tao Xi, you said we have known each other for so long, why don't we Next time you have big news, sell it to me."

"Not for sale! You are a profiteer!"

"I promise, I promise, I swear to the Lord, next time the news you give me will be the highest price in America!"

"$10 is not negotiable!" Tao Xi changed his posture and signaled Janes York to pinch his neck for him, but Janes York hesitated and gritted his teeth: "As long as you give me news, I will give you $10." Accept! I promise!"

"Not for sale! You are hesitating!"

Seeing Tao Xi's appearance, Jane York turned around and sat in the co-pilot of the business car and complained to Dalton Jr.: "He doesn't sell me news, my special correspondent, if there is no big news this quarter, I will Probably going bankrupt."

When Dalton heard this, he said indifferently: "After all, not everyone will use their informant's money to raise a Hollywood actress. You should thank Tao Xi for not revealing your matter."

When Jane York heard this sentence, she became depressed immediately, and Tao Xi, who had been silent because of the radio, also laughed.

Little Dalton's destination was the Hilton Hotel. When Tao Xi and Williams met in the lobby, they didn't take the initiative to say hello. When Janes York came here, he greeted everyone as if he came to his own home.

"Black gold card! You know! I'm a black gold card! Hilton is my home. If it wasn't a 40-minute drive from Burbank, I might live in Hilton in Los Angeles County."

"I hope my aunt knows you won't break your leg for thinking that."

Tao Xi seemed to be listening to these two people talking about stand-up comedy, and enjoyed it all the way. It was not until Tao Xi entered the hotel where Dalton Jr. lived that Tao Xi saw what the real "Detective Life" is.

The room that Dalton Jr. lived in was the presidential suite, which contained all the appliances and living facilities. Jans York rushed into the bathroom as soon as he came in.

But Tao Xi was standing by a wall covered with [Case Clue Diagram], Dalton Jr. saw the white wall covered with photos and relationship diagrams and slowly took a breath and said, "This is what I want to do." Please take care of your business!"

"A company named South Platte Mining Company in Denver lost a batch of aquamarine worth 3700 million not long ago. Both the Federal Police and the Denver County Bureau are investigating this case."

"And I am Bastian Lang, the Russian-born boss employed by the South Platte Mining Company."

While introducing the case to Tao Xi, Dalton Jr. pointed to the photos and relationship circles posted on the white wall, trying to let Tao Xi understand more deeply.

Seeing the 40-year-old Russian boss, Tao Xi said with emotion: "It's still mining to make money!"

"Among them, at the scene where the aquamarine was lost, there were a total of three corpses, an ID card and a walkie-talkie."

"This group of people was well prepared, and we didn't find anything like fingerprints or hair." Dalton Jr. said as he took out a portfolio from the messy desk and handed it to Tao Xi.

Tao Xi took the portfolio, and the photos in the portfolio were very clear.

One is three corpses dressed as escorts; one is the ID CARD of a white male, except that the owner of this ID CARD can be identified as a white male with a beard, the rest are unknown; the last one is It is a 5.56 caliber bullet.

"Then you should go to Denver to investigate, why did you come to Los Angeles?"

Little Dalton sighed heavily when he heard Tao Xi's words, pointing to a name on the wall named [Antero Hunter Gang]: explained: "As early as the beginning of December, I was following up on this case .”

"In early December, the then-South Platte Mining Company received a whistleblowing letter."

"At that time, the content of the report letter was only to report that the South Platte Mining Company was suspected of illegal oil extraction. In order to calm down this matter, Bastian Lang specially asked me to rush from New York State to help him sort out the government relations and reduce this matter. negative impact."

"After all, the current American environment is not very friendly to a Russian businessman."

"At first I thought it was just a simple public relations incident, but as I got deeper into this matter, a name called [Antero Hunter Gang] kept interfering with my judgment on this matter, and finally What happened [3700 million aquamarines were robbed during the escort].”

"You want to spend 100 million dollars to come to me to help you find evidence? Wouldn't it be better to cooperate with the FBI?"

After hearing this sentence, little Dalton turned around again and took out a document from the drawer and dropped it on the table: "If that report letter was fake, this matter would have been settled long ago! But this damn Basty Ann Lang is really stealing oil!"

Tao Xi opened the portfolio and saw a photo and a report, only one photo.

A simple oil pipe is constantly spraying oil, and a large group of workers are soaked in the oil and constantly moving in the oil to prevent the oil from solidifying.

The content of the report is also very simple, a trade route map, the route map not only clearly explains where the oil produced here is processed and refined, but also where the oil is eventually sold to Cuba.

Seeing that the oil was smuggled to Cuba, Tao Xi couldn't help but curled his lips and complained: "You are actually a very courageous customer. Even I, who crawled out of the sewer, know that Cuba is the back garden of the Soviet Union. , he thinks he has lived too long!"

Little Dalton immediately turned bitter when he heard Tao Xi's words.

(End of this chapter)