"Poor sour ghost? No, no, no, I don't do things for anyone, and I am a fool to do things for others these days. ”

"So, who the hell are you? What do you want? ”

Richard said, you don't pretend to be a big-tailed wolf with me. He took out a one-inch black-and-white photo, shook it and said, "It's simple, I'm looking for this person." ”

"Looking for someone?" As soon as Stepan heard this, he knew that this guy in front of him must be a spy. Because in Poland, anyone who asks to find someone is not a human trafficker, but a spy in nine times out of ten. But he was still dazzled by the thick wad of bills.

Stepan took the photo and looked at it carefully, thinking as he searched for it. This man was a little familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Richard added: "His name is Said, he is a foreign immigrant, he has not returned after the deadline, and the immigration bureau wants to find out something about him." ”

Stepan seemed to remember, and said, "This guy is not a good bird at first glance." He smiled confidently and said, "It's not difficult to find him, the key is the price." ”

When Richard heard this, he happily handed the wad of bills to Stepan, "This is the deposit, and if I can find him within ten days, I will give you another five thousand bills and three gold bars." ”

Speaking of which, Stepan was completely unguarded. He looked at the banknotes in his hand, weighed them, pouted and said, "Don't you think that the value of an immigrant who has not returned within the time limit is a little less when measured by these money?" This is also the price of cabbage. ”

"On the contrary," Richard said with a shrug of his shoulders, "I think a rotten immigrant is worth less than a cabbage, you say?" ”

"That's it, don't fuck it, less less." Stepan rolled his eyes and thought about it, picked up the banknote, and smiled secretly, "Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the evening, you go to the Queen's Cafe in Nangang to pick up the goods." Remember, you go alone. ”

Richard looked at Stepan with some suspicion and said, "Are you kidding, Mr. Stepan?" May I remind you that the capital city of Poseidonia has a population of nearly 500,000, plus foreigners and outsiders, more than 600,000, and you can find him in a day? ”

"Hahahaha," Stepan laughed, "Mr. Li, please rest assured. No diamonds, no porcelain work. Also, I can remind you that I will only tell you his address and name, and I can't help you with anything else. Bye-bye. ”

"What's his name?"

"Dios, Hank Dios."

Richard looked at Stepan's back in the distance and was stunned for a long time. He didn't expect things to go so smoothly, this is such a powerful guy. But sometimes it's not a good thing to go too well.

Professional sensitivity reminded him that this person named Said used to be a star in the newspaper, a vice president of Meike Company, and a high-level person who stood alone, and he couldn't find it if he wanted to. He inquired for more than ten days, and no one knew his whereabouts, could it be that he responded to that sentence: There is nowhere to find it when you step on iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it?

At half past seven the next night, Richard was still dressed as before, but he changed into a suit and added an extra beard to his chin.

He pulled open the drawer, picked up the revolver with the muffler, turned the magazine a few times, and found that it was full of bullets. He put the gun in the compartment of his top hat and went out.

The Nangang Queen Cafe is at the intersection of a remote street, and in the past, Richard would occasionally pass by this café. At that time, the boss here stood at the door with a straight face from time to time, specially recruiting passing military officers and soldiers, while glaring angrily at the common people passing by, swearing.

The neon sign with the words "Queen's Cafe" glows red at night. The melody of Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny wafted from the room.

Richard asked at the door, "Is there a gentleman named Hank who is not in room 8?" The Greek boss looked a little uncomfortable after hearing this, but still squeezed out a smile and said, "Inside, please come in." ”

As soon as Richard walked to the private room, a tall, meaty-faced man standing at the door immediately searched him, and Richard had no choice but to raise his hands and let him search. The man searched very carefully, searched his upper body, searched his armpits, and did not even let go of his crotch when he searched underneath.

Richard felt a little lucky, but fortunately he had a hunch and hid the gun in his top hat. Luckily, the man hadn't thought of any weapons to hide in his top hat.

Richard pushed open the door and saw a middle-aged man asking, "Is that Mr. Hank?" ”

"Who are you?"

"It was Mr. Stepan who called me to you, I want to get to know someone,"

"Oh, Stepan, the old fox, I'll give him face. Say, who do you want to know? The man looked vigilant, and kept his hands in his pockets at all times.

Richard asked calmly, "Do you know a man named Said?" With that, he handed the picture to Hank.

Hank took the photo and glanced at it, and the person in the photo was fat, big-eared, fierce-eyed, with a cake face and a mole on his left cheek. He thought for a moment and said, "Although I know a lot of people, I don't seem to have seen this guy, what does he do?" ”

Richard wiped his face and said, "It's a second-class dealer, specializing in dumping contraband." ”

"Oh, contraband?" The middle-aged man immediately became alert, stared at Richard fiercely with his eyes, glanced at him deadly, rolled his eyes a few times, and asked softly: "Sir, is he upside down that kind of goods?" Zongzi? ”

"Yes. It's zongzi, and everyone knows it. ”

"Understood. I don't know this person," he shook the photo and said, "But I've definitely seen him, he's a big man, he has a lot of bodyguards, ordinary people can't get close, it's hard to see a golden face." I deal with his subordinates, because I'm also one of the suppliers. ”

"Oh, you're a supplier too? Hey, coincidentally, I'm also a supplier. ”

"Oh, you too...... It turns out that everyone is a peer. Hey, friend, where do you get the goods? ”

"From abroad. Now there are a lot of foreign tourists, some individual tourists, we quietly contained, hehe, easy. ”

"I'm different from you, I specialize in sheltering children, little children are not sensible, and they love to run around, so they are very deceitful."

Richard thought to himself, you bastard, who has lost all your conscience, specializes in killing children, you are simply not human! I must not let go of such people. But after thinking about it again, don't worry, you have to let him tell Said's whereabouts.

He smiled and said: "Friend, I have a large number of zongzi here, go to the big goods, clear at one time, but unfortunately I can't find a big buyer, you see, can you ask Mr. Said through a friend if he wants the goods?" ”

"Well, you can consider it. Well, the key is the price. ”

Richard understood that he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to knock on a stroke again, so he quickly pulled out a wad of bills and stuffed them over.

Hank took the bill and counted it. Then he said with satisfaction: "To find Said, you'd better go to Sullivan's Cafe." Go there and find someone named Lao San, and he will tell you. ”

"Sullivan's Cafe?"

"Why, doesn't even Sullivan know? You have fooled up in the way. ”

It was only after Hank's introduction that he learned about Sullivan's situation.

Sullivan's Cafe is located in the most prosperous part of Ferson Road. The Fossen Road is the representative of the Posedonian road, and its most lively and prosperous place is the middle section of the Fossen Road. Among the foreign immigrants who came to Atlantis in the twenties and thirties, many were former big merchants and factory owners, as well as tailors, cooks, photographers, painters, musicians, etc., from royal and aristocratic families. After they came to Poseidonia, they opened many Western restaurants, cafes, bars, cake shops, Western-style women's clothing shops, jewelry stores, photo studios, gramophone shops, fur shops, billiard rooms and dance halls in the middle of Forsen Road, which is equivalent to introducing a part of the original European lifestyle to Poseidonia, which makes Forsen Road have the reputation of "Oriental Center".

Sullivan's Cafe is a three-story red brick building, neither visible nor dewy, and there are not many customers, but it is famous in the capital's intelligence circle. The internal name here is the "Intelligence Club", and the management committee is made up of wealthy local businessmen. But membership fees are surprisingly expensive, because it's home to the world's most expensive commodity: intelligence. The intelligence club is a very profitable business, which is the fundamental reason why hundreds of "professional spies" and "intelligence traffickers" from all over the world who have started their own businesses have been gathering here all year round. Except for professional spies, most of the people who mix here do not receive ** salaries, and live by reselling intelligence, even if they don't make a fortune, at least they can afford to pay the expensive dues here, and at the same time, they can mix glamorous and decent in the city.

At present, the country is unstable, intelligence is becoming more and more important, and the market is bullish all the way. All kinds of intelligence, whether commercial, political, military, between countries, or between people, are all gold mines and rich mines, which are worth digging up and digging up. The one who sells intelligence here, the jargon is "opening the market", which piece of information is the most valuable? Which kind of intelligence is the most popular, which kind of intelligence is the hottest, and which kind of intelligence is the most heartburning, they all have a good heart, and the corners of their eyes and eyebrows are all knowledge. The unspoken rules prevail here, everyone has a four- or five-fold identity, no one opens the market casually, what information to release, what information to cover and then release, what information to drown it, what intelligence to sell to whom, the top are all learned, famous, and wonderful. The best part is that the information that anyone wants to buy is also information that can be sold for money.

Hank packed his money, zipped up his briefcase, and prepared to lift his feet and head out.

Richard smiled and took his top hat in his hand, and said humorously, "Are you going to make a long trip with your head?" ”

Hank suddenly stopped, turned around mechanically, and looked at Richard in surprise, but what he saw was a large black hole against his eyebrows, which was the muzzle of ***.