What Viso regrets is that he didn't figure out the other party's way of coming from before he cheated people.

Now, looking at the materials he got from an acquaintance in the NYPD, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Luke Coulson, who only transferred to the NYPD in November, currently serves in the Headquarters Detective Service.

Needless to say, this young man and that difficult bereaved star, John McClain, are proper colleagues.

Although Viso didn't know why Luke, the newcomer, asked John to help, the dead star John did come to stand up for the little detective.

Compared to Luke, this guy John McLean is a real sitting tiger.

Don't look at this bigwig who has been sitting on a seesaw in the position of police detective and police assistant for a long time, but there are a lot of favors owed to him, otherwise this guy should have been advised to leave by the Ministry of Internal Affairs a long time ago.

Viso is a businessman, not a tough guy.

It's good to get along with whom, just don't get along with money.

Therefore, without any hesitation, he chose to compromise.

At least, the 20,000 dollars are still his own. He comforted himself so.

When Luke and the others entered the bar that was not yet open, Viso was not polite, and directly took out a document: "The correct list I found overnight last night." With the addition of sixty-eight people in the previous batch, there is nothing I can do about any more. ”

Luke didn't look at the information and pondered for a moment: "Then you always know that New York is an agent in this industry, right?" Well-informed, the kind that takes a little longer. ”

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Viso hesitated.

Luke didn't care, and casually pulled out another brown paper bag and threw it to him.

Viso caught it, opened it without thinking, and saw that it was two stacks of hundred-dollar bills.

But this time, he was not as happy as he was when he first took the money: "What is this? ”

Luke: "I'm a man of rules. Business is business, and I think the news is worth the price. ”

Viso took the brown paper bag, only struggled for two seconds, and decisively knelt down for the rich uncle: "Old Tony." Italian restaurant on West 144th Street in Uptown Manhattan. He has been in this business for decades, and although the business volume is not large, he is very well-informed. And he's not from the Continental side of the hotel, so it should be easier to talk. ”

Luke nodded in satisfaction, he liked this kind of person who spoke for money.

As long as you clean up the other party first, it will be very easy to communicate later.

“OK。 Happy to work with. With that, he prepared to leave.

Viso hurriedly shouted, "That, the closure notice ......"

Luke didn't reply: "It wasn't printed." So, just have a great day. ”

Viso smiled wryly.

If he hadn't come up with information that would have satisfied Luke, it would have been a bad month for the bar.

Fortunately, this matter is settled.

If labor and management do business with you in the future, it will be beep! Viso was furious.

However, the heavy kraft paper bag in his hand is so solid.

Forget it, at most, sell his information in the future and double the price, just don't give fake news.

Someone just hesitated for a moment, and between the beep and the banknote, he decisively chose the banknote.

In this world, who hasn't been scolded for a few beeps!

……

Back in the lab, the two were looking at the newly arrived materials when Sponge sent out a reminder: "Sir, urgent news about Norman Stanfield. ”

Luke snorted, "Put it out." ”

A virtual light screen appeared not far from the two, but it was a live TV screen.

Luke looked at the golden letters DEA on the door and knew where it was.

This is the building where DEA's offices are located.

The building as a whole is not for DEA, but this entrance belongs to it.

In the TV screen, Norman at the gate holds a middle-aged man hostage with a gun, and yells with a crazy face: "How many things have I done for you?" How much money did I make you? Helping you sell tons of illegal drugs every year, do you know how stressed I am? ”

Selena heard the wow: "Isn't this news too exciting?" ”

Luke smiled and walked to the kitchen next to him, pouring two lattes.

Selena took it and looked at it suspiciously: "You're in a good mood too, aren't you?" ”

Her latte actually had a flower, and a cute heart-shaped pattern floated on top of the coffee.

Saying that Luke was in a bad mood, she would never believe it.

Luke chuckled, "If you knew who Norman was holding hostage, you'd be happy." ”

Selena was reluctant to move the beautiful heart, carefully put it down, and asked, "Who is this man?" ”

Luke: "Norman sells drugs on the line, and he is also his boss, Jot Hackson, the big man of the New York DEA. ”

Selena was stunned: "What is Norman holding him hostage?" Well, this doesn't look as strong as Deputy Director Bill of the Los Angeles DEA, and he looks like he's holding it hostage. ”

Luke chuckled: "Although Jot is from a first-line background, because of an injury, he was transferred to civilian work very early. However, relying on the great credit he made when he was injured, he went all the way smoothly and sat in the position of the boss of the New York DEA branch. ”

When the two were talking, Jot Hackson on live TV looked extremely exciting.

There was a little bit of panic, but not as much as ordinary people.

Trying to pretend to be calm was a little bit unsuccessful.

The most obvious is the "Are you crazy" expression, which seems to be silently questioning Norman.

Unfortunately, Norman was holding him hostage from behind and couldn't see his expression.

Jot could only keep his voice extremely low, just moved the corners of his mouth slightly, and squeezed out the words from it: "Norman, do you know what you are talking about?" The DEA is not yet determined about you! You still have a chance to retire. ”

Norman laughed: "Retirement opportunity? It's waiting for you to find a chance to extinguish your mouth! The night I was wounded, someone tried to kill me, and if I hadn't set off the fire alarm, I would have died. ”

Jot: "Huh? ”

For this answer, he was also confused.

As the person who should have killed Norman the most, Jot was sure that he had not sent someone to extinguish him, and the fire alarm that night was classified as a false alarm.

As for Norman's yelling that someone was going to kill him, Jot didn't care at all.

Norman is a drug addict and goes crazy and often says inexplicable things.

If it weren't for the trouble of cultivating another such "trusted" subordinate, Jot would have really wanted to kill Norman by now.

The madness on Norman's face was even more pronounced: "You want me to die, right?" Don't lie to me, what did you say to McGee, let him take my place when I get the chance. Do you think I won't know? Ha ha. ”

Jot's heart jumped.

He did say that, but how did Norman know? McGee wouldn't be stupid enough to tell Norman about it!

Unbeknownst to Jot, McGee said this to Luke himself.

Norman noticed Jot's expression from behind the side and guessed what he was thinking, "Haha, you can't fool me, Jot." If you want me to die, then we will die together today. ”