"With the first compromise, he saw that you didn't dare to refuse his request, so there was this second time, if you help him again this time, then it is foreseeable that the next time will not be far away."

On the docks in the Hell's Kitchen area, in a simple little wooden house, the three of them gathered around a low table, and not far behind them, two girls were crouching on the edge of a barbecue box, carefully fiddling with a large plate of barbecue.

Reuben, who spoke just now, is very angry now, and this atmosphere comes from the news that Adel brought back - the mad dog Cole has found him again and once again given him the task of laundering money, and this time it is a full 300,000 dollars in cash that needs to be laundered.

"Adele, you can't be so passive," Ruben gasped twice, calmed his excitement, and continued, "I suspect that Cole's mad dog is trying to drag you into the water, and his idea is on the table, and that is that he wants to use you as a money laundering machine. ”

Adair didn't speak, just looked down and fiddled with the four or five rolls of dollar cash on the table, which had been taken out of Cole's pocket, and the reason why he took them out was because the money was stained with blood and there was no way to put it in the bank.

"But a little gangster, does he have so much money?" Clifford looked at the money on the table and asked.

"That's not good," said Reuben, "this guy is the boss of the Five Forks Road, and he used to control the entire moonshine business in Lower Manhattan. In addition, he has recently killed many Italian gang leaders, and not long ago, Kurt Heisenberg in Brooklyn also disappeared, this German guy is the moonshiner of the Italian gangs in the entire Brooklyn area, and it is rumored that Cole killed him, it is estimated that ......"

"The Germans in Brooklyn?" Clifford's eyes widened on the side, and he interjected, "Kurt Heisenberg? ”

"That's right, he has ...... in his hand" Ruben nodded, and wanted to continue, but Clifford didn't give him a chance.

"Adel, Kurt Heisenberg of Brooklyn, remember that vest we stole from us?" Clifford continued to speak loudly, as if he had discovered some great secret.

At this time, Adel also reacted, at the beginning, he and Collie stole a few clothes from the house where the murder occurred, including a vest shirt, which was marked with this name on the lining, and Adel felt it was a pity at that time, because the vest shirt looked like a custom-made high-end product, but unfortunately, because it was embedded with the name of the original owner, so he didn't dare to wear it.

"Does this Kurt Heisenberg live at 137 Elder Avenue in Brooklyn?" Adair looked at Ruben and asked.

"Oh, it's on Elder Boulevard, but I don't know how many," said Ruben, surprised, "why, do you know Kurt?" ”

Adel smiled and said, "I don't know him, but I do know that this man was not killed by Cole, and that someone else killed him." ”

"Who?" Ruben asked urgently, "The Italians in Brooklyn have spent a lot of money and are still searching around for news of this guy." ”

Adel didn't hide it, he told how he and Clifford infiltrated Coulter's house and how they discovered the murder.

Ruben was dumbfounded as he listened, he couldn't have imagined that Adel and they would have such a magical experience, and most importantly, it was so coincidental, it felt incredible.

"Well, whose hands Kurt died in is none of our business after all," after a moment of speechlessness, Ruben shook his head and diverted the subject, "Now, our problem is Cole, this mad dog. ”

"No, I think this news is very useful to us," Adair said, waving his hand and frowning slightly, "What do you think would happen if we could find Cole's hideout and pass the news on to the Italians through Kurt's widow?" ”

"Of course the Italians will kill him," Ruben said naturally, "and that would be better than telling the police, because the Italians want to kill him more." ”

"But the question is," continued Ruben, spreading his hands, "where is Cole hiding?" ”

"We can make a clue," Adel said, surging his spirits, "and listen to me repeat the afternoon's experience, mainly the information I was able to feel along the way. ”

With that, Adel recounted the situation when he was blindfolded to see Cole in the afternoon.

"A pier with a cobblestone road?" Listening to Adair's emphasis, Ruben frowned and said, "That's impossible, there are no such piers in New York, except for those private docks, but, in my memory, even private docks are not paved with cobblestones." ”

After a pause, Ruben continued: "As for the box carts that transport cheese, this information is even more useless, there are many such carts in New York, and we can't lock the target at all. ”

"If you think about it, is there any more explicit information?" Seeing Adair frowning, Ruben turned around and asked.

"Also, Cole's hiding place is a large underground warehouse with passages and deep depths," Adair continued, "I suspect that place may have been left over from the war, and should have been a military facility used to store supplies. ”

"This information is useful," said Reuben, holding his chin in one hand, "and as far as I know, there are many of these facilities under the city of New York, some of which were left over from the Revolutionary War, and some of which were excavated during the Civil War just in case. Well, though, it's hard to determine exactly where you are, Brooklyn, Manhattan, and even Staten Island. ”

Adele's brow furrowed even deeper, and he suddenly realized that none of the information he was focusing on seemed to be of much use.

"There's one more message," said Adel after a moment of silence as he suddenly thought of the strange tinkling sound, "though I'm not sure what it was, but it's loud, to be sure." ”

"What kind of sound is it?" Clifford and Ruben asked at the same time.

"It's hard to describe, it's the rhythmic kind...... Ding Ding ...... Dingdingding...... Ding-ding......" Adel described the two of them as he learned the sound, "It feels like someone has struck an iron pipe with a heavy object, no, it's not an iron pipe yet, it's like a whole piece of steel." ”

"Is it the sound of a machine?" Reuben thought for a moment and asked.

"No, the sound was regular, but it wasn't so strict, sometimes with short intervals, sometimes with longer intervals," Adair recalled, denying.

"Is it the sound of the railroad tracks?" Clifford blinked.

"No, the wagons don't make that sound when they run over the tracks, and I don't hear the trains." Adel was still recalling the appearance of the voice, and after hearing this, he replied without thinking.

"It's not the sound of a train running over the tracks," said Clifford, shaking his head, "it's the sound of hammers hitting the tracks, you know, my hometown is on the edge of the railroad, and I can always hear the sound of the trackfinders tapping on the rails when they patrol the roadbed...... Dangdangdang...... Dangdang ......"

Clifford's words seemed to unfold a picture in Adair's mind: two railroad tracks stretched out over the boundless field, and a lone trackfinder, carrying a tool kit in one hand and a hammer in the other, walked and tapped the rails with a hammer casually...... The sound in this picture is exactly the same as the one he remembers.

"Rails, yes, rails!" A wave of excitement rose from his heart, and Adel blurted out.

When he shouted this, Reuben, who was sitting opposite, also said loudly: "That's right, it should be like this, the rails, that's the damn rails, the cobblestone ground you are talking about is not a road, but the roadbed of the rails!" ”

The two of them shouted in unison, not only startling the two girls who were fiddling with the barbecue, but also Clifford, who had just guessed the riddle.

"Then it all makes sense," Ruben slapped Clifford on the shoulder, and then looked at Adel excitedly, "The damn ship must have gone to Fort Leigh!" On the pier of Fort Lee, there is an old railroad track that leads directly to the Hudson River, which was once the railway line from Fort Lee to Manhattan. When the construction of the HSD Bridge began, the railroad there was abolished. ”

After saying this, he slapped the table hard again, adding: "That's right, it must be Fort Leigh, that abandoned dock is undoubtedly the best hiding place, inaccessible and easily accessible, Mad Dog Cole has found a good place!" ”

"Reuben," said Adair, suppressing his excitement, "to-morrow arrange for someone to go to the Liberty Pier to investigate, remember, arrange for a man who is thoughtful and does not speak English, and tell him not to look around when he gets there, he only needs to pretend to be a homeless man and search the garbage." ”

"Don't worry, I know what to do," said Reuben excitedly, "I'll go myself tomorrow, don't forget, I've been a homeless man for more than a decade, and I can tell how many people are hiding on that damn dock just by looking at how much abandoned garbage there is." ”

"That's good," Adel said, taking a deep breath, "I'll make some arrangements tomorrow, mainly to prepare a way out, lest Cole have a big life this time, and he will have any suspicions and revenge on us." ”