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Chapter 143 The Police Have Reason to Suspect You

Half an hour later, Omer still couldn't take the car with peace of mind.

It wasn't that he suddenly rushed to check the address given by Tranquility on Sunday, nor was he eager to join Penguin Logistics immediately after talking about temporary workers.

Just do one's duty as a 'mercenary'.

The matter of Penguin Logistics can be passed remotely. Their headquarters is already on the surface of the Jiemen District. Otherwise, how could Omer call Texas and Neng Angel for such a normal delivery of a large coffin?
People who do normal logistics on the surface, engage in armed escort in foreign lands, and those who like to jump left and right on the nerves of big shots naturally also need to know how to measure.

As a mercenary at the beginning, it is necessary to develop interpersonal relationships, with multiple friends and multiple paths, not to mention that Penguin Logistics itself represents multiple intersections, and Omer doesn't mind getting a part-time job.

Mostima, who had successfully completed the task, finally bid farewell, and Omer, who had intended to get away, bid farewell to him.

Both of them are very polite, and both still maintain that sense of distance.

And until the end, I didn't think there was any problem with the two of them pushing the cart together to go to the supermarket. I just thought it was easy and troublesome to get along with each other.

It was easy because the two sides communicated easily, and the trouble was because they were both sensitive. At the beginning of the dialogue, they realized that they were both trying to figure out the truth, so the communication became a bit troublesome.

Wouldn't it be much better if there was no purpose?

We can only look forward to the future in this way, and then stagger each other's directions.

Mostima still needs to go back and talk to the boss. Today's experience is worthy of the company organizing a dinner.

If Mr. Linton joins directly decisively, he can come to eat directly without having to buy today's ingredients - she is inconvenient to say such words, and she herself feels that there are several inappropriate interpretations.

It is good not to say.

Although it is possible to extract the three key pieces of information that are quite attractive to Omer, such as 'saving food money', 'eating big meals', and 'familiar with the boss and colleagues', it is not possible today.

Homa has already made up his mind to take this trip, and bought the supper ingredients in advance, so he doesn't have to rush home.

Stuffing the large and small bags into the briefcase, Omer followed the route map on the electronic map to the edge of the exotic western area.

The information given by the police was obtained from the tracking of Charles who fled all the way after killing the teacher.

Leaving aside the divination and time-space regression that take time and are probably not very effective, the negative energy ritual instruments found on the scene point to a local gangster-this is what he mentioned in his communication with Sunday Tranquility, and at the same time He also mentioned this to Croissant.

However, the collection of information by the breadman was only out of a habit of information traffickers.

This is something that has nothing to do with her, and no one hired her to investigate, so she is naturally too lazy to do anything.

Omer intends to hire her to collect information on topics related to "monsters", but the investigation of this gangster should be forgotten.

He comes by himself.

He doesn't doubt that the gangs in this foreign land are connected with each other, just like he complained to Sunday Tranquility whether these gangs have a negative energy monster.

When chasing Charles, the sudden communication in Texas has proved that the target gang of David and others is related to Charles, and the on-site rituals found out by the police point to another gang with a different name——

——Still engaging in division of labor and cooperation?

Although it is not uncommon for small gangs to live in groups for warmth, it also increases the workload of investigations.

After all, you can't expect that just any stronghold will hide the plan of the whole big project, so that you can get it done once and for all.

So... how many gangs will be involved?
What about businesses above gangs?How many more?
Looking at the towering buildings in the distance, looking at these strange buildings nearby, and looking at the evening scenery that is still far from pleasant after the dark clouds have finally faded, Homa is standing silently in a short Thinking in front of the alley.

Smelling the aroma of the food, I also smelled the strange smell of burnt items.

Probably some garbage...

Now that technology is so advanced, some residents will still carry out this primitive and illegal processing method in order to save trouble.

This kind of behavior mainly occurs at this kind of inter-city borders. The police are not willing to patrol, and residents rarely report it. After all, they are more or less doing this, and even do some more egregious things.

For example, working with gangs.

In order to show the gray area, the law has a lot of breadth compared with the surface layer, and the gangsters are able to exist by taking advantage of these loopholes.

Because the breadth of exotic rules is limited after all, once they really cross the line, they will be cleaned up, so most of them can't develop a real climate, but they are still things that shouldn't exist.

This is not Syracuse, nor is it the Yiluo District. There is no need for gangsters to maintain order on behalf of law enforcement.

The more stable the society, the more the gangsters will decline. This kind of thing should only exist in literary creation. The so-called style, majesty, and order are all built on layers of blood. In many cases, even the blood is dirty. dirty.

With madness, with addiction, with sexual abuse.

So someone once said: I have no sympathy for people who hang out with gangsters in foreign lands.

They lie in the corners of order, hide in the boundaries of the city, and mix with the low-level residents. They seem to rely on each other for support, but they are actually exploiting and oppressing.

Even the so-called mixing together is just a terminal illness after the parasitic relationship has developed for a long time.

But also because of this, he has to be careful of those "ghosts" who are either muddled or depraved.

Low alleys, unfinished houses, mixed houses, and even dilapidated shacks built with plastic panels, everything here shows dilapidation and backwardness, and in such places, it is usually accompanied by exaggerated population density.

There will be many people here, and there will be a mixed bag of people among them.

If you pay attention, you will always notice how they get along with gang members. Those who are bullied do not mean they are against the gang, and those who are rewarded do not necessarily gain trust.

Too much trouble……

Stepping on a broken wooden plank laid in the water beach, Omer stared at the mess and filth on it, then looked at the low bricks and tiles on one side and the building wall on the other side that seemed only a few meters away.

There were some exaggerated and unique graffiti on the wall of the building, and some conversations that caught his attention came from the room.

"Is it time to change shifts for dinner? Those policemen won't come to see me anymore."

"Come on, the boss said that these days are quite tense, let's pay more attention."

"Hey, there's nothing to be nervous about. It's just a few broken earth altars. Let me tell you, you won't continue to look at them tomorrow, right? My brothers are all planning to go to the Derby to have a look. It's worth the money."

"Hmph, forget it, I'll bring you food later."

The footsteps, which obviously didn't get a response, went away unhappily, leaving only one person still in the room.

The man's breathing was very steady, and his mentality was also very steady. He obediently obeyed the order, stared at the several earthen altars, and only remembered the black-haired horsewoman he bet on after the sound of his companion's footsteps faded away.

"Why bother to look after you've placed your bets, as if you're not confident in your vision."

The man sighed.

This was just a soliloquy that didn't expect others to respond, but he did hear the response:
"The vision needs to be developed step by step. Horse racing is not something that you can buy but don't have to open like a game, sir." "Who!"

The unfamiliar low vibrato almost instantly made the young man turn his head, but he encountered the biggest obstacle when he turned his head—something pressed his face, and the cold and hard feeling carried a strange warm line .

Uncomfortable and weird.

But he didn't dare to resist, because he had clearly seen the outline of five fingers stretched out from the thing holding his face.

It was a silver claw that definitely did not belong to humans, with layers of thick horniness, and sharp knives like fingers, which were gently resting on the front of his cheek.

He had no doubt that if he moved a little, blood would seep from the bridge of his nose and forehead all the way down.

I don't have the money to put prosthetic fillers in my face... He held his breath.

"Don't get excited, and don't try to sound the alarm. You can feel it, right? I don't think I need to say anything."

Intimidation may not come from bloody threats, but only from fear itself. When the cold killing intent and violent murderous intent are conveyed together, the man has no doubt that there are other terrifying things behind him besides the monster. things.

"I'm going to ask a few questions. As long as you cooperate well, you can live in peace. I believe that the reward you get for 'working' here is not worth your hard work, right?"

It's cold, but there is a little heat, this kind of contradictory feeling has always been there.

From the face to the back, it was as if there was a refrigerator behind him, and someone had stuffed a full-power heater in the refrigerator.

But compared to this feeling, the other party's gentle yet idiosyncratic voice made him stiffer even more.

What wages can the bottom of the gang negotiate?What really made him stick to it were his own habits and the ideals that his boss had mentioned at the beginning.

When he was thinking this way, he suddenly asked later: "Or is it that the 'boss' can give you some promises that can make you crazy? I guess."

"...What do you want to ask?" He asked without tilting his head as much as possible, enduring the strange feeling of being pressed on the side of his face,
"Relax, I have several questions, and I plan to answer them one by one, so speaking clearly and fluently is very important, so relax."

"So first, who are you betting on?"

"What?" The young man thought he had heard wrong.

"Which horse girl are you betting on? Why bet on her? This is a newly added question, and you must answer it seriously."

"Sky Shrine."

"Well, as for the dark horse in the Oak Race, everyone was surprised to come out suddenly. What's even more surprising is that it's an overly bold decision to sign up for the Triple Crown and Classic Triple Crown at the same time."

It can even be said to be deviant.

Because the competition currently defaults to reducing the amount of training to prepare for the competition, it is even more important to do a good job of checking and warming up the body after the competition, rather than immediately participating in a new competition a few days later.

This 'rebellion' is probably really popular among young black people.

"Yeah, so I bet she can do it this time."

"Just because of that?"

"Just because of this, what's the matter?" The young man began to wonder if he had said something wrong and caused dissatisfaction, although the other party's question could not be heard as happy or angry.

"No, it's nothing, it's very direct and pure, which makes me look forward to your answer later."

"…you say."

"Those jars."

"What... what?"

The topic suddenly jumped to the jar that the boss had entrusted everyone to take care of. Before the young man could react, he felt a little pressure on his face.

"Those jars, talk about their origins, what your 'boss' wants to do in the future, talk about what you understand, remember what I said, and speak clearly and fluently."

"In this way, you can eat the meal brought by your good brother on time, isn't it?"

(End of this chapter)