190. A man with a nose like a knife

The accordion had changed its tune, the tune was cheerful and bright, and the violinist walked slowly down the aisle towards the lone lady.

The usher hurriedly walked in front of Mo Lei, and walked towards the generous guest, he had to go over and ask clearly, even if he was in an embarrassing situation now, but once a high-end restaurant, the guests who came would definitely not want to be disturbed at will.

Mo Lei smiled, glanced at the others again, and walked behind the usher towards the man in the corner. The handle of the gun at his waist and the dagger at his ankle were heavy, but they didn't give him much security. If the other party attacks, he has a chance to kill the two men sitting in the third booth on the left, and he is afraid that he will be targeted by the fat man and the girl.

"I can't see the target." Gao Bing whispered to Mo Lei in the earphones.

Mo Lei didn't answer, he had already walked to the side of the man's seat and turned his body to face the door.

The man sitting in the corner looked to be in his 40s, with a broad forehead and a straight nose under light blonde curls, but the tip of the nose was very sharp, and the whole nose was like a machete. The eyes are narrow and long, and the light golden eyebrows are very close to the eye sockets. The cheeks are thin and the cheekbones are high, but he also has a firm chin. He has two hands on the table, and a pair of sunglasses on his right hand.

Looking at Mo Lei standing in front of him, the middle-aged man grinned, his smile was very close and gentle, as if he was facing an old friend who he hadn't seen for many years, he owed gracefully, stretched out his right hand, and led him with his palm facing up, "Mr. Mo, please take a seat." Is that friend of mine okay? ”

His English is pure, unaccented.

"It's safe, it's protected."

Mo Lei also grinned, unceremoniously sat down on the sofa opposite the middle-aged man, and tore the zipper of his jacket. The usher turned around and walked away, and a waiter in a red uniform and black trousers brought a cup of black tea, Mo Lei took it, nodded and thanked the waiter.

"So, let me introduce myself first?" The middle-aged man picked up the napkin on the table and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"It's better than that, otherwise I don't even know who I'm talking to, and it's rude."

"I'm guilty of saying that." The middle-aged man had a curious look, and his narrow eyes stared at Mo Lei's face, as if flowers had grown on the Asian man's face, "My full name is too long to remember, you can call me Diggle." ”

"Go on."

"You don't want something to eat? The stuff here is nice. Is Mr. Mo used to eating this food? Diggle unhurriedly picked up his glass and drank from it.

"Five minutes, if I don't show up, I'm afraid I'll be in trouble." Mo Lei waved his hand and motioned for the waiter not to come.

"That's the random guy I looked for on the street." Diggle glanced at Mo Lei meaningfully, "I believe that you will not mess with innocent people, your organization is not willing to kill indiscriminately, not to mention that I don't know who you are facing." ”

"Don't speculate." Mo Lei looked back at Diggle, "Explain your intentions." ”

Diggle sighed and made a helpless expression.

"Mr. Mo is really an anxious person."

Mo Lei stopped talking, pressed his hands on the table, and quietly looked at the stranger in front of him.

Diggle stopped talking, and his narrow eyes met Mo Lei's. Unfortunately, he was defeated.

"Alright! All right! Diggle's eyes blinked, "I wanted to ask you for something, a small thing, about 90 millimeters wide and 120 millimeters long." ”

"It's not in my hands, I didn't even get it." Mo Lei nodded, and said honestly, "It's a pity that I can't help you." ”

"You know what it is?"

"I know what you're talking about, and you're not the only one looking for me right now. I don't know what you mean behind it, but I think you can help me talk. Mo Lei stared at Diger's eyes, word by word, "You should go back to the source, whoever says it should be in whose hands." That's why I'm here to see you. ”

"Why should I believe you?" Diggle thought for a moment, picked up the glass and took another sip, and the water in the cup quickly bottomed out. But he raised his hand to signal that the waiter didn't need to come and refill the water.

"That thing, there's no point in me holding it. I'm here, just for the inheritance, and when I get the inheritance, I'll leave. But there's something that's causing me to stay here, and that's why you're sure to know that. The thing you're talking about is also something that is not allowed to exist in our country. ”

"Oh, Mr. Mo, I can't just throw my hand away because of a few simple words from you." Diggle spread his hands again, his face full of helplessness.

"It doesn't matter, since I dare to come, I naturally have the confidence to leave." Mo Lei replied quickly, and before Diggle could come back to his senses, he suddenly asked, "Your subordinates have followed me a few times, didn't they tell you our methods?" ”

Diggle suddenly laughed and pointed at Mo Lei, "You are cheating, but I can admit that someone has followed you, but we have always respected you and given you enough space." It's a pity that you still owe me a few lives. ”

"Bullets have no eyes!" Mo Lei also pretended to sigh, "Who can blame you for coming too close and threatening me with a weapon?" ”

"Mr. Mo is ruthless, a man of my generation."

Diggle did not say who the human life in Mo Lei's hands was, and Mo Lei did not go to the bottom of it. The two stared at each other for a while, when Diggle's fingers tapped on the table. There was danger in his tone.

"Mr. Mo, the Chinese community is your bottom line?"

"Diggle, are you representing an organization behind you? Or the state? Or is some interest group talking to me? Isn't it my bottom line, don't you know? Mo Lei's adrenaline slowly subsided and began to calm down.

"So, what about the organization you represent behind it?"

"You're really going to be deaf and dumb, or very forgetful." The corners of Mo Lei's mouth curled, with a sarcastic smile, "I just explained a few minutes ago that I was just a small person who came to apply for the inheritance, but it affected the interests of some people, and I had to be forced to a dead end." Don't you know that the resistance of the little people is the most terrible? ”

"Alright! Well, okay! Diggle raised his hands in surrender, "Mr. Mo, let's put it another way." May I? Can I get a USB flash drive? ”

"Why?"

"We can be friends, Mr. Mo, friendship is a sacred and ancient term, we all need it, right? First, we don't arrange for someone to follow you; Second, we can provide appropriate assistance, such as protecting the residents of the Chinese community from harm; Third, how about you handing over a tricky matter to us and you being safe? ”

After speaking, Diggle had a smile on his face and waited for Mo Lei's reply.

"Sounds amazing."

"Well, it's better than you think. The men we sent out to track you are ten thousand light-years away from the core. Diggle nodded unceremoniously.

"Since you're so powerful, let me give you my opinion?" Although Mo Lei was asking, he didn't intend to wait for Diggle's reply, "First, I want you to ensure the safety of the Chinese community, which means that you have to get rid of Volks, you know who I'm talking about, right?" ”

Diggle smiled exaggeratedly and nodded.

"Second, get Volx out of the underground factory ...... on the Chinese community plantation." When he said this, Mo Lei stared at Diger's expression carefully, but Diger's expression seemed to be engraved on his face without change, so he continued, "...... The pollution of the plantations is very serious, and even the water quality is problematic, seriously damaging the residents; Third, where do the missing people in the Chinese community go? I need a reply. Fourth, I need an answer to who poisoned the water plant. ”

After finishing speaking, Mo Lei patted the dust that didn't exist on his hands, looked at Diggle and added, "I just have one more than you promised, can you do it?" If you can do it, I'll give you the USB flash drive at night. By the way, don't have any other thoughts, both sides lose, after all, Mr. Diggle is a person of status, and he can't die with us. ”

"Mr. Mo, you're really joking." Diger's face darkened, his thin cheeks looked even thinner, and his long narrow eyes narrowed into slits, "I heard the threat in your words. ”

"Words determine the position!" Mo Lei showed no weakness, "Can I threaten you?" That's proof you can't do it. Business pays attention to equivalent exchange and bargaining. If you can't talk about it, you can only break up in one shot or two. ”

"Then you will face a multi-faceted siege, Mr. Mo, one more friend and one less enemy, is this business worth it?"

"A false friend is worse than an open enemy." Mo Lei shrugged his shoulders as Digger looked, with a helpless expression on his face, "It would be great if you could convey my words to Vaux, we don't dare to speak of justice, but there is an ancient Chinese saying that if people don't offend me, I won't offend people, and the same words will be conveyed to the people behind you." ”

After speaking, Mo Lei stood up and walked to the door, the fat man who was originally sitting at the dining table and feasting on it got up from his seat with difficulty, his body touched the dining table, and the dishes on the table clanged. Mo Lei looked at the fat man who was more than 190 centimeters tall, grinned, moved his fingers with his left hand, and the woman on the left moved her body slightly.

"Honey, don't mess around, I'll pull out my gun faster than you!" Mo Lei looked at the girl with a smile, the fat man didn't need to care, the position he was sitting in was within the range of the high soldiers. Two other men also stood up from their seats.

"Mr. Mo is our guest."

Behind him, Diggle's voice was clear and smiling. But Mo Lei knew that his face was definitely not very good-looking, but what was the matter with himself, let's talk about it when I left here.

……

Five minutes later, Diggle sat in the back seat of a white Nissan Patrol, holding the phone in his hand, nodding into the air constantly, and before hanging up the phone, he said to the person on the phone, "I suggest taking it slow for a while, pushing it too quickly, I'm afraid there will be problems." ”

The phone was hung up, and Diggle put the phone in his lap and closed his eyes.

……

The birthday party was held in one of the most restrictive private clubs in South America, with members mostly from the Mexican aristocracy, descendants of Spanish settlers with a long family history. They were big landowners, the owners behind paper mills, newspapers, printing houses, hotel tycoons, the rich of the rich, as evidenced by the long list of Bentleys and Rolls-Royces at the club's entrance.

Tonight, many of them gathered, dressed in tuxedos and wearing white bow ties. The host of the birthday party was one of the biggest local chaebols: Carlos. Ghana. Today is his birthday and a celebration of his joining the club. Among the invited guests were high-ranking government officials and well-known bandits, and the nobles, who had never been associated with the nouveau riche, had to endure their disgust, and the small teams tacitly gathered together to mock Ghana.

A dark-haired lady approached Ghana, who was laughing and talking, and said in Spanish, "Mr. Ghana, there is a call for you." ”

Garner slowly turned his head and looked at the female assistant, "Phone?" ”

"Yes, sir. A Mr. Volks. ”

Garner turned and walked in front of the waitress, he looked at his depressed daughter Tina in the crowd, and several bodyguards followed, Gana Nunu mouthed, and one of the bodyguards walked towards Tina.

Garner walked into a booth, picked up the phone, and listened before speaking, "You probably need to be a little more powerful." ”

On the other end of the phone, Diggle said, "I suggest taking it slow for the time being, pushing it too quickly, I'm afraid there will be problems." ”

"I've received word that someone has hired some good hands to go to our friends, and you need to seize the opportunity. Stuff...... Things can't fall into someone else's hands. Garner didn't wait for Diggle to reply, and hung up.

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