Chapter 225, Intelligence Merchant

Director Cohen's fat body finally appeared in the Jiao family's manor.

After a bout of vomiting, Director Cohen finally reacted, and his voice became as thin as a woman's, "Blake, grab them, kill them." ”

"Yes, Director." Sheriff Black said.

Then the fat pig-like director left directly, he needed to report this matter to the top, the tragedy of destroying the door, and it was about a capitalist family and a city councilor, and he couldn't hold it at all as a small director.

So he wisely talked about it and threw it out.

In the United States, the police are not only a symbol of government, but also the edge of the gray and black world, so Blake is ready to go to an intelligence merchant to get some information.

After work, he came to a tavern called Daddy's Shotgun, which was more than ten years old, and even in the midst of the economic crisis, this tavern was well preserved, because his main business was not to sell alcohol at all, but to sell information.

As soon as he entered, he saw a punk-clad guy sitting at the bar wiping glasses.

"Hey~ buddy, have a drink?" The bartender said happily when he saw Blake.

With President Roosevelt's Prohibition, alcohol is now available in limited quantities at every tavern, but of course, it's a gray-black zone, so you don't have to follow it that much.

"I'm sorry, Kenny, I'm here to buy salted fish, though I'm really tempted to drink." Sheriff Black said.

"Buy salted fish and go to the back fireplace to find Daddy, he is old now, and he always likes to stay near the fireplace." Bartender Kenny said.

The bartender moved out of the way, and Blake handed over a one-dollar tip, which the bartender smiled and accepted.

Blake opened the back door, the people inside were much smaller than the people in the tavern outside, but the quality of these people was really different from the people outside, the people outside were at most thugs, and ordinary drunkards, but these inside, black market weapons dealers, moonshiners, and even Blake saw a wanted criminal, and of course, Seattle's biggest intelligence dealer, the old guy known as Daddy.

"Hello Sheriff, I'm in business for my dad now."

Just as Sheriff Black was about to walk towards his daddy by the fireplace, a middle-aged mustache stopped him.

"Now you're the head of the house?" Sheriff Black raised an eyebrow.

"Of course ~ not." Mustache said weirdly, "Daddy will always be the head of the Seattle tipsters, but I guess if you want to ask, I've got it all here." ”

"Okay, let's talk about it here?"

"Of course not, Private Room One." The mustache snapped his fingers and said.

Then the two came to Box No. 1, and the mustache ordered two glasses of water.

"I want to ask why that axe organization killed the Jiao En's family, um~ although their 3K Party is really annoying." Blake asked.

"Two hundred dollars for this information." The mustachioed intelligence merchant said.

Blake took out two hundred dollars from his bag and handed it to the mustachioed intelligence merchant, which could be reimbursed, so he didn't feel distressed at all.

"This thing was all the rage in the previous underworld." The mustachioed intelligence merchant said, "Poor little Jane, he hired the murderer, and he is not prepared to pay the rest of the money except the deposit, and the axes have the least deposit, only a hundred dollars, which means that if Sheriff Black is not afraid of death, he can actually hire them to kill people for two hundred dollars." ”

"That's it?" Blake gasped, "I'll just tell you why they rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the Joon Manor, but they didn't take much money, and they didn't touch most of the money." ”

"How much does little Mr. Jr. Horn owe?"

"Two thousand nine hundred dollars."

"Then his family died unjustly." Sheriff Black gave a mocking look to his face, "I'd like to ask for a piece of information, the Axes' intelligence." ”

"Two thousand dollars, but they only have a little information, after all, the other party is also professional." The intelligence merchant said without hesitation

"I didn't bring that much money." Sheriff Black said, "Can you owe it first, I'll go back and apply to the above." ”

"Hmph~ No need, this news should be sent to you, if you are really ready to deal with those people, you had better be prepared to die." The intelligence merchant showed a disdainful look and said, "Most of the axes are yellow, most of them speak Chinese, they came to Seattle a year ago, they are well-organized, and there are many killers, elite people, and the price is also very cheap, although the reputation is not very obvious, but the completion rate of the tasks received is 100%, and there are almost no misses." ”

"What's more, they have their own rules, and what Mr. Xiao Jiaoen does is not authentic." Mustache says he hates people who break the rules.

Then he told the story of the small Indian landlord, and the whole underground world knew the ins and outs of this matter.

"Mr. Da Jiaoen wants to seize the land of the Indian chieftain's family and drive them out, and the Indian chief who knows the news will take the only remaining Golden Dao Dark World bounty, and all the killer organizations are unwilling to take this task, and the axes are the same."

"This task was discovered by Mr. Jr. Jon, and then he sent someone to take over the task and got twenty kilograms of gold as a deposit."

"Backhanded, he spent a deposit of 100 yuan to kill the hard-pointed little chief, and backhanded reported the axes, causing them to suffer heavy losses, and the axes were silent for a week or two, and then it was like this."

Sheriff Black has managed to see what it means to be undoable and not die.

The Jon family probably didn't even know how they died, poor family, Sheriff Black couldn't help but make a gesture of prayer.

"Thank you for the information." Sheriff Black said, "I'll give you the money if the funding application comes up." ”

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Soon Wang Yajiao felt the rejection of the entire underground world for himself, the underground world, most of the forces in the underground world have a certain degree of examination, either capitalists or political families, the former need white gloves, and the latter need to find out information and provide money for themselves.

Most of the intelligence agents are members of political families, so they began to unite to reject the Axe Organization, so Wang Yajiao and they were able to receive less and less business, and the grade was getting lower and lower.

Soon they were tasked with several handsome payouts to kill the White House envoys.

Wang Yajiao sneered and canceled this task, without looking at it, he knew that someone had set them up, did he really think he was a fool? And he also knows what this White House special envoy does, this person is to repeal the discrimination laws of various states.

(End of chapter)