was led down from the car, the strip of cloth in front of him was still not taken off, and he heard a clangling sound next to him, as if someone had opened the iron door, and then, he was gently pushed, and Adel walked forward with inertia.

"Watch your step, raise a little higher," Angelo reminded him, who seemed to be close by.

Adel subconsciously raised his feet and walked forward cautiously, feeling like he had entered a door, and he could smell a strong smell of kerosene in his nostrils, and he could feel obvious dampness on his exposed skin.

After a dozen more steps, he turned to the right at Angelo's reminder, and then, apparently walking downhill, the feeling of dampness was even stronger, and it seemed a little stuffy.

"Alright, Mr. Adair, you can untie the cloth tape. Angelo's voice said.

Adel let out a sigh of relief, and hurriedly untied the cloth tape from his face, to be honest, it was really uncomfortable to be blindfolded for a long time.

The light in front of him was unusually dim, which made Adel not have to get used to it, he could see that the place he was in now was an underground corridor, the corridor seemed to be very deep, and there was a kerosene lamp hanging on the walls on both sides not far away, and this is how the smell of kerosene came from.

"What about Mr. Cole?" Adair looked in both directions, and there was no one else here but Angelo and him.

Angelo didn't speak, he took a step to the side, and showed an iron door embedded in the wall behind him, the iron gate didn't know how many years it had been here, the iron plate on the door had long been rusted, pimples, and moss was still growing in some places, which was very disgusting to look at.

After taking a step back, Angelo looked at Adel before he raised his leg and kicked twice on the door.

After a while, there was a clanging sound in the door, and then, the heavy iron door was pushed open from the inside, and a dirty, dirty guy poked his head out, and when he saw Angelo, he retracted his head, and soon, the whole iron door opened.

Almost as soon as the iron door opened, a shrill sound came from the door, mixed with the screams of women, the size of men, and the sound of whimpering.

"Let's go, Mr. Adair, Mr. Cole is waiting for you. Angelo turned to the side, looked at Adel and smiled.

Adair only felt a slight tingling in his scalp, and in addition to hearing those harsh sounds, he also smelled a strong smell of blood in his nose.

"Don't worry, Mr. Cole is teaching an Italian hillbilly a lesson, and he's friendly to friends," Angelo seemed to see Adelle's concern, and he leaned over and patted Adelle's shoulder with a smile.

Adair nodded, and walked through the iron door.

Inside the iron gate was a large empty room, which was supposed to be a warehouse or something, so the space was surprisingly large. The light in the room is relatively dim, only three kerosene lamps are lit in the southeast corner, because of the poor light, the situation in the southeast corner can be clearly seen from the position of the doorway.

When Adel walked in the door, he saw a broken bed in the corner, and on that bed, a man with his pants down below his knees was pressing a woman face down on the bed while swaying her ass behind her. The woman struggled desperately on the bed, but because her hands were tied, this struggle was completely useless, she could only scream and kick her legs, but she couldn't kick anything.

And less than two meters away from the bed, two naked strong men stood there, pressing a guy with a rope tied to his knees to the ground, while watching the good scene on the bed with relish.

Turning his gaze slightly, Adair saw a man standing in the shadows farther away, shirtless, leaning against a pillar, peeling apples with a dagger in his hand. Instead of peeling off all the apples at once, he peeled off a little of the skin, cut off a piece of flesh, and put it in his mouth with a dagger.

"Cole, Mr. Adair has arrived," Angelo said loudly as he followed Adel through the door, taking a few steps forward.

Hearing his voice, the guy who was peeling apples straightened up, raised his hand with the dagger, beckoned in this direction, and then walked unhurriedly to the guy who was kneeling on the ground.

"Timothy, Timothy, Timothy," he said, crouching down and slapping the kneeling guy in the face with the dagger in his hand, "I think it's time for our game to be over, tell me, is there anything else you have to say before you go to Heaven?"

"Let go of Agnes, Cole, it's just a grudge between us, it has nothing to do with my wife," the guy kneeling on the ground said in a hoarse voice, "If it's a man, please follow your rules, she's innocent, you must let her go." ”

"Rules?" The man with the dagger was obviously Cole, who squatted on the ground, sneered, and said, "That's right, we have rules, and for the past hundred years, any kind of vendetta we have not harmed our families, because it is not the right thing for men to do with knives against women and children." But now, that rule has been broken by you Italian hillbillies, and now that you've let me release your wife, what about Moran? Who is to blame for his two hanged children?"

"That's Capone's doing, it has nothing to do with me!" shouted the guy who called Timothy.

"That's right, Capone, that's another Italian crumb, and you're an Italian crumb," he snorted indifferently, Cole as he pressed the dagger against Timothy's neck before slicing it slowly but forcefully.

Adel watched the scene, and he could even clearly see blood splattering from Timothy's neck, squirting Cole on the other side of the body scarlet.

"Jim, remember to clean up when you're done, and throw their bodies on the Brooklyn Bridge. Timothy was dealt with with with a knife before Cole got up from the ground, pulled out a handkerchief, and said as he wiped his face.

"Yes, Mr. Cole," said a naked man standing aside.

"Angelo, please come over here," Settled Timothy's matter, Cole beckoned in the direction of Adelle, but walked to the dimly lit northeast corner on his own.

"Let's go, Mr. Adair," Angelo said, making a gesture of invitation to Adele.

Adel nodded silently and walked behind Angelo towards the dark corner.

Just when Adel and the others were halfway through, a bean-like point of light suddenly lit up in the corner where there was no light, and the point of light shook twice, and then a lamp was lit, and the light quickly spread all over the corner, although the light was dim, but finally something could be seen.

Surprisingly, this corner looks like an office, with a large desk, a few sofas, and even a coffee maker on the table.

"You may be seated, Mr. Adair," said Cole, lighting the kerosene lamp, walking to a couch and pointing to the one opposite, "what do you want to drink?"

"If there's coffee," Adair said as he quickened his pace and walked over to the couch.

"Angelo, two cups of coffee," Cole said, gesturing to Angelo.

"Okay, Cole," Angelo agreed, and Zhang Luo went to coffee.

"Cigar, or smoke?" Cole asked, as he watched Angelo walk away, picking up a cigar from the small table at hand, gesturing to Adair.

"Smoke, thank you," Adair said.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Adair," said Cole, who tossed him a pack of cigarettes and lit himself a cigar, "for some well-known reason, I have to ask you to meet at this place." ”

"It's nothing," Adel could say anything, the blood on the face of the madman opposite had not been wiped clean, and the whole person looked hideous, and there was no reason to talk about such a madman.

"Since Angelo has brought you here today, it means that you have done me a great favor," Cole continued, "and in my mind, the person who can help us, and is willing to help us, is our friend, and of course, if this person is Irish, so much the better, and Mr. Adel meets all the conditions, so you are our friend." ”

"That's my pleasure," Adel said with a forced smile.

"As a friend, of course, help is mutual," Cole continued, "and if Mr. Adel has any requests, or any difficulties, he can raise them with me, and within the best of my ability, I will certainly solve them for you." ”

"For the time being," Adel said with a secret disdain for the guy in front of him, "for the time being, I don't have anything to do with you, Mr. Cole." ”

Adel hated the gangsters from the bottom of his heart, and certainly didn't want to have any kind of intersection with them, and how could he want to have a closer connection with them, as he had been forced by Angelo to launder a sum of money for Cole.

"It's okay," Cole said with a shrug, "just because there's no trouble now doesn't mean there's no trouble forever, and I'm sure you'll need my help someday." ”

"Of course," said Cole after a pause, "until then, I hope Mr. Adel will continue to help me. ”

With that, he waved his hand at Angelo, who was just in time to deliver coffee, who put it down, turned his head and shouted to the southeast corner of the room, "Jim, bring me something." ”

"Now, I still have some money in my hand," Cole said, holding up the coffee he had just delivered, gesturing to Adair, "I hope Mr. Adel will continue to help me and exchange them for checks." ”