198, Old Fox's Restaurant

On Avenida Frasca in Barranquilla, there is a fine dining restaurant owned by the José brothers. José, the boss in charge of the business, has a sense of smell no less than that of an old thief, his eyesight is comparable to that of a hungry wolf, but he is born with a fat head, big ears, and a smile that is always enthusiastic, full of warmth. The men and women of Barranquilla, who lived in the city of Barranquilla, loved him very much, because he was both understanding and tight-lipped, and of the two he was more insistent on the latter, husbands and mistresses, wives and lovers, merchants and suppliers, they all liked to pass on the news through him, as if he were a rock and a guiding light in the erosive sea, and the men, women and children who played in the tide loved him.

He was also an informant for someone who had been involved in a black-and-black affair in Italy eight years earlier and nearly lost his life, who had saved him and taken him out of Italy amid a lot of opposition. José returned to Barranquilla, where he opened a restaurant that he used as his base of activity.

He always sighed, "The world has changed, the rivers and lakes have also changed, and today's flowers and trees are by no means as deep and righteous as they used to be." ”

For Barranquilla, and especially for José, breakfast at 11 a.m. is a common occurrence, and lunch usually starts around 12 noon, after all, there are so many guests that reservations are already scheduled until the middle of the next month.

The sunlight outside the window shines through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and the sound of traffic wafting in the distance from Frasca Boulevard. The older brothers next to him were discussing yesterday's shootout in the new district and the hapless hotel, and José was not interested in it. In Barranquilla, if there is anyone who is not afraid of the drug dealers' underworld, the passionate José brothers are certainly one of them.

Looking down at his watch, there were still 15 minutes left before the gentleman's scheduled time, and there was plenty of time to schedule everything. But Jose belongs to people who like to plan everything in advance, and believes that everything is planned and everything is lost, so the remaining ten minutes continue to drink coffee leisurely.

When the man and the woman stood at the entrance of the restaurant, the sound of high heels on the marble caught the attention of the diners, and they saw that the girl's scarlet dress set off her light brown skin, half of her face was covered by a wide-brimmed white hat, and the other half of her face was outlined with golden hair.

The girl quickly became the center of attention of many,

Delicate tassels obscured the passage leading to the interior, from where the eldest of the José family was coming out and smiling at the man and woman who looked more like father and daughter.

"Welcome, my friend!"

"I haven't seen you in over a year." The man with a nose like a knife held Jose's outstretched hand tightly, "This time it's a private matter, stay for a day or two and leave." Let our ladies taste your specialty? “

This is a code word, which means that he wants to have a private conversation with Jose.

"Miss, my family's water-poached egg milk is the best in Colombia." José snapped his fingers, and one of his younger brothers led the guests to the table.

"You'll tell me the same thing later. But don't worry, drink two glasses of red wine first, and I'll recommend you a few dishes," José smiled and squeezed the man's hand, indicating that he understood. Unless it was the man in front of him or the one behind him who took the initiative to contact Jose, Jose would never take the initiative to find them.

The waiter brought a chilled bottle of Dorothy Philanso dry, saying that the three brothers had invited them to drink. After the waiter left, the man raised his hand and touched the tip of his axe-like pen to introduce José to the girl sitting next to him.

"Tina, this is Jose. José, this is Tina, Ghana's daughter. ”

Sitting in his chair with an exaggerated bow and a hat salute, the smile on José's face was sincere and warm, "Dear Miss Tina, your father is a great and noble man, without him, I would probably be serving the devil in hell right now." ”

The young girl is Tina, and sitting next to her is Ghana's number one henchman, Diger.

Tina looked at Jose and nodded, trying to squeeze a smile out of her face, her eyes full of confusion and sadness.

Diggle frowned, "Tina is going to be in Barranquilla for some time. ”

"No problem, she's more important than my life. Oh! Oh my God, please tell Ghana that the José brothers thank him for their trust. ”

"My whereabouts are also confidential, and if anyone asks about it in the future, you have to say that I have never been here." Diggle looked serious, "In fact, no one knows that I am in Barranquilla, and it is better that no one will know after I leave. ”

"Don't worry, no problem." José was already aware of the seriousness of the matter when Digger called, "But why did you come by yourself instead of sending your men to me?" ”

"I'll have to keep Tina safe myself, and outside of the cafeteria, some of the other brothers are watching. I'll give you two good guys too, and I'll tell them what they look like, but they won't show up on the water, you know? Can only be a shark lurking underwater. ”

"You're so attentive. Hopefully, if there isn't such an eyeless guy rushing out, I'll chop him into meat sauce to make the sauce. José's chubby face and eyes were slitted with a smile, but his smile was never disgusting, and could only be good.

"Okay, I'll call you from time to time, and you can contact me at any time through the special line. The phone is clean, right? ”

José laughed, "You know what I'm talking about on the phone here, no one in Barranquilla would invade those people's privacy." Diger, you're dealing with big things, and the Jose Brothers' restaurant on Frasca Avenue is all about the best thing, and keeping a secret is the first priority, and we've done a good job of that, after all—who wants to let the words of love slip out. ”

A smile appeared on Diggle's face, and he nodded affirmatively again, "Well, that's good. Ask you a name, Volks. ”

Glancing at Tina, who was sipping coffee with her head bowed next to her, Jose nodded while thinking, "A tyrant, the only Satan who is the most hidden, is very traditional in his bones, and always wants to lose his business to the male inheritance of the family, but unfortunately there is a nephew Will who is a pedophile and was killed." The recent rumors are that they are planning to run for the deputy head of the anti-black and anti-violence group, which is really funny. ”

Nodding thoughtfully, Diger's knuckles tapped lightly on the table, "Yesterday's Barranquilla was particularly lively, is there anything worth pondering?"

"He may not have known it, but he may have been taken advantage of."

"It's unlikely, as we know of Vaux, he is kind and charming on the outside, but ruthless on the inside. How can it be so easy to use? Diggle's narrow eyes narrowed.

"As far as I know, your name was mentioned by some people yesterday, my dear friend. But I know that this is certainly not your order, so it is possible for someone as wise as you to be taken advantage of. Am I right? Jose's implication was that Vox would not be able to be taken advantage of. He quietly revealed the information he had obtained, and the Brazilian killer liked to keep his hand for fear of being killed, so he chose to tell José before he did it. But this time he found the wrong person, and the Diggle and Jose in front of him are brothers.

"That Chinese man is not a fool, on the contrary, he is more cunning and insidious than many people." Diggle smiled, revealing a mouth full of white teeth. He didn't notice that when he mentioned 'Chinese', Tina beside him frowned imperceptibly. Diggle remembered the mysterious person who called him strangely and informed him of the location where Mo Lei appeared, could it be someone next to Volks?

Undercover?

José leaned forward, leaned closer to Diggle, and whispered, "Did you deal with that Chinese?" This guy is now a red man on the road in Colombia. ”

"Don't mess with him, take my word for it." Diggle's expression regained seriousness, "Tina lives here, and she has to change her identity for the time being, you know. ”

"Of course it's no problem, you explain, I'll do it!"

"This is your territory, not mine." Diggle quipped, "It's all up to you." Tina, although José is an elegant villain in a suit, the whole world probably admires your father alone, so you have to believe him. ”

……

The middle-aged man wearing a light brown plaid jacket with a white plaid coat and a soft mud hat on his head was not very good-looking, his black and thin face was full of loss and unwillingness, and a white-washed silk scarf was wrapped around his neck. He held a copy of the day's Barranquilla Youth, which was turned over to a small advertisement with a ballpoint pen drawn in black under the section with job advertisements. Such middle-aged people can be seen everywhere on the streets of Barranquilla – their wives and children are waiting for food, and they are unwilling to join the blood-stained people, so they have to do odd jobs to make ends meet.

It's just that no one else paid attention to when this middle-aged man appeared, everyone has their own things to worry about, and even chatting requires strength.

Frasca Avenue starts at 9 a.m. and the streets are full of pedestrians crowding into the Financial Avenue shopping mall on the right. The middle-aged man sat here at 10 o'clock and carefully flipped through the newspaper, and on the bottom left of the front page, he devoted half a page to explaining and analyzing the shootout that took place in a hotel in the new district of Barranquilla yesterday afternoon. In the end, the reporter analyzed the current situation in Barranquilla in a very serious tone, which is "a big scandal in Barranquilla, which is becoming more and more peaceful and tranquil." ”

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's face twitched, he didn't see anything about the person being hunted down from beginning to end, and the newspaper said that 'a group of killers shot each other for some reason.' ’

All right!

Seeing the thin man, with curly pale blonde curls and a tall nose, and the girl in the scarlet dress and white hat walking beside the thin man, the middle-aged man's body stiffened for a moment, his eyes flashed like fire, his right foot was retracted, and his hand was pressed on the bench to get up, but he sat back like a balloon that had been pinched.

At 12:10 p.m., the middle-aged man saw the man who called himself "Diger" driving away alone, while the girl, Tina, did not appear. Mo Lei, a middle-aged man dressed as a middle-aged man, stretched out on the bench, looked around, and saw that less than 30 seconds after Diger's car left, a Chevrolet and a Renault drove out of the parking lot and drove in the direction of Diger's departure.

On the bench next to him, Mo Lei saw two young men with alert expressions, and their eyes had been paying attention to the "Sophia" restaurant opposite.

Mo Lei figured it out in an instant. Diggle sent Tina here for protection. So, what is the relationship between that restaurateur and Garner or Diggle?

I can't figure it out and don't think about it, just in front of the shopping mall, Gao Bing is following an informant, and he is curious about the background of the restaurant owner Jose, and wants to come and have a look, but he didn't expect to see Tina.

He stood up, yawned, and walked towards the mall with heavy steps hunched slightly.

A hundred meters behind him, a middle-aged man wearing a yellowed white T-shirt and a plaid coarse cloth shirt also got up from his seat and followed.