Mixed in Australia to be a local tyrant

Chapter 627
In the evening, Green Island Bar.

Alva led three security guards in plain clothes into the bar. They looked at each other and separated to find the person who sold Tang Xiaoyu's golden cigarettes last night.

The mixed air in the bar was full of the smell of tobacco and alcohol, the music was played so loud that it almost deafened people's ears, and both men and women were writhing crazily on the dance floor.

Living in a quiet and peaceful alpine pasture all year round, Alva is a little uncomfortable with the atmosphere in the bar.

He kept dodging the crazy crowd, looking for it under the flickering lights.

Soon, he found a suspicious target. This person kept walking around, selling something to the guests.

However, the appearance of this person did not match Tang Xiaoyu's description.

"Could it be changed today? Go test it out." Alva thought in his heart.

Alva walked up behind the man and patted him on the shoulder from behind.

The man was taken aback and turned around to curse, but when he saw Alva's face full of flesh and scars, he held back the curse and asked softly, "Sir, what's the matter with you? "

"Is there anything good? Give me a few pills, I want to have a good refreshment today." Alva said rudely.

"Sorry, sir, I don't sell that kind of thing." The man shook his head and said.

"Why, I'm afraid I don't have any money. Sell it to me. The money is all yours." Alva took out more than a dozen large-value Australian dollars from his pocket, and slapped them on the table next to him with fierce eyes. Stare at this person, put on a posture of 'if you don't sell it, I will do it'.

"Sir, please believe me, I really don't sell that kind of thing." The man was so frightened by Alva that he was about to cry, and hurriedly explained.

"You didn't lie to me?" Alva asked dubiously.

"Really, really, I really didn't lie to you. If there is a business coming, why wouldn't I do it, right?" Seeing Alva's expression, the man nodded and said.

"Forget it, I'll buy it elsewhere." Alva picked up the money on the table and turned to leave.

However, just as Alva took a few steps, this person suddenly shouted behind Alva: "Sir, wait."

"What's the matter? Could it be that you lied to me just now that I don't have that kind of thing, and now you want to sell it to me again." Alva turned back and asked.

The man walked up to Alva quickly, and asked in a low voice, "No, I don't have that kind of thing, but I have something else, sir, do you want it?"

"Could it be that kind of powder? I'm sorry, I've never touched this kind of thing." Alva shook his head, turned around and left again.

"Sir, it's not that kind of powder, but golden alcohol cigarettes." The man quickly pulled Alva back and said.

"Golden cigarettes, there are plenty of them out there, why should I buy them from you?" Alva sneered, but he was very excited because he found the right person.

At the same time, three other security personnel discovered the situation on Alva's side, pretended to be ordinary guests, and gathered towards Alva's side.

"Sir, the gold alcohol cigarettes I sell are cheaper than those outside, only ten Australian dollars each, and the content of gold alcohol in the cigarettes is also higher than those outside, one can beat two outside." The man explained.

"Then give me a taste first, and if it's really as good as you said, then I'll buy some more." Alva pretended to be very excited, and threatened, "But, if you dare Lie to me and see how I deal with you."

"Sir, I absolutely dare not lie to you." The man took out a crumpled cigarette case from his pocket, opened it to reveal more than a dozen cigarettes, took out one and handed it to Alva.

Alva took it, put it on his nose and smelled it, there was indeed a very strong scent of golden trees, he lit it and took a breath, nodded with satisfaction and said: "The smell is indeed better than the outside, how about it, give me a taste Hundreds."

"Sir, I only have a dozen or so pieces in my hand now, and the other goods are in other places. Can you go get them with me?" The man thought he had encountered a big deal, and said excitedly but a little embarrassed.

"Okay." Alva was worried that it would be difficult to catch this person in the bar, but he didn't expect this person to offer to take him to pick up the goods, which was exactly what he wanted, but he still pretended to hesitate before agreeing down.

"Sir, please follow me." The man made a gesture of invitation, leading the way, and walked outside the bar.

Alva followed behind him, and winked at the approaching security personnel, telling them to inform the people outside that the nets could be closed.

Walking out of the bar, he came to an alley. This man was still immersed in the excitement of making a big deal, when he was suddenly pinned to the ground by two heavily armed security guards.

He was about to shout for help when he was gagged by a security guard. Two security guards supported him and quickly left the place.

……

The next morning, Alva brought Tang Ming good news.

After catching the person who sold the golden alcohol cigarettes last night, Alva immediately interrogated him, and learned from him that these people who sold the golden alcohol cigarettes were a small gang. They were just punks before. Started selling Golden Alcohol cigarettes.

And it was a man named Bertram who provided them with the source of goods, and he learned that Bertram had a ranch near Cairns.

Alva and the others immediately rushed to the pasture, captured this man named Bertram, and found more than a dozen small golden trees. After some interrogation, they found out when and why the golden trees were lost.

More than a year ago, Bertlam bought a cowboy in the alpine pasture with money, broke off a few branches from the golden tree in the vineyard, and went back to plant them. Although only one survived at that time, after a long time After more than a year of cultivation, it has slowly multiplied into more than ten trees now.

According to Bertram's idea, he didn't want to use the golden tree to make a profit so early, but some accidents happened in his family more than a month ago, and he urgently needed a large amount of money to turn around, so he thought of selling golden alcohol cigarettes to make money.

"I was too careless. I didn't expect the golden tree to be lost like this." After Tang Ming sighed, he asked, "By the way, besides the dozen or so golden trees he found, are there any golden trees sold by him?" go?"

"No, boss, after this guy got the golden tree, he did a very good job of keeping it secret. Apart from himself, even his family members didn't know about the golden tree, let alone sold it," Alva said.

"Are you sure?" Tang Ming asked solemnly.

"Very sure, boss, I personally interrogated him for several hours, I don't think he has the courage to lie to me." Alva grinned.

"Very well, thank you for your hard work." Tang Ming believed in Alva's torture methods very much. After listening to his words, he felt completely relieved and felt better. "Also, what's the name of the cowboy who sold him the branch of the golden tree?" ?”

"Milo Masson," said Alva.

"Milo Mason." Tang Ming repeated.

(End of this chapter)