He found the rotten gambler in a cold fairy hall on the back street. The rotten gambling biao had just finished his big cigarette addiction, yawned a lot, and Richard appeared in front of him.

The rotten gambling biao looks like a roe deer and has a hazy vision. He rubbed his little eyes vigorously, and then he was surprised: "Ouch, Inspector Li, I haven't seen you for many days, why did you suddenly come here?" ”

How can this Richard be called a police officer? It turned out that Richard had several sets of uniforms, which he usually wore in a different way. Sometimes, he wears a military uniform, sometimes he wears a police uniform in order to deal with social scum, sometimes he wears a criminal investigation uniform in order to handle cases, and most of the time he wears civilian clothes.

Richard smiled lightly, "You forgot what we do, aren't we just eating as a policeman." ”

"That's, that's." The rotten gambler nodded and bowed in a compliment. Then he patted his chest and said: "Police Master Li, if you have any orders, the little one must obey the order wholeheartedly, and there will be no two words!" ”

"I'm looking for you to ask about something," Richard interrupted his compliment, "you help me find someone." ”

"Looking for whom?"

"Said. You are familiar with the ground, the road is wild, and there are many spies, do you know this person? ”

"I don't know." The rotten gambling biao's head shook like a wave drum, but then he changed his words, rubbed his two fingers and said: "However, I know someone, he has hands and eyes in our city, and he has a huge network, so you must be right to find him in this matter." ”

"Then you'll have to introduce me to an introduction." Richard understood what he meant by moving his fingers, and took out a wad of money and put it on the leg of the rotten gambler. "After the deed, ah......"

Rotten gambler Biao sat up straight, slapped the money back on Richard's lap, "I just ask you to do me a favor, the military system is expanding the recruitment of secret agents recently, your old man has hands and eyes, can you get me into the secret agent team, I have more eyeliner on hand than cow hair, being a secret agent is simply the best choice." ”

"What, you don't want to mess around in the Patriotic Association?" Richard smiled meaningfully, "The threshold of the secret agent team is not high, with your style of a local snake, the name of the rivers and lakes, it's not a matter of my words." ”

"Hey, my grandfather!" Rotten Gamble Biao was so excited that he almost knelt down, "If you can really get me into the secret agent team, half of my monthly salary will be filial to your old man!" ”

"Don't be poor, your monthly salary is not enough to be addicted to smoking, and you still honor me?" Richard glanced at him with some disdain, "That's it, you help me contact that person immediately, let's see you at 8 o'clock tonight, and I'll introduce you to a big man." ”

That night, Rotten Gambler arrived at the intersection of Artillery Street on time, where Richard was already waiting for him.

"That's all done, you go to the 'Purple Rose' bar, find a middle-aged man named Stepan, and tell him that you are my friend. He must have known the man named Said. ”

At half past eight in the evening, Richard returned to his old house at No. 369 Binjiang Street, washed his hair first, dried it, and then combed it with a comb in the mirror. But I still didn't think it was bright enough, so I wiped a little oil on it. Then he took out a fake mustache and carefully glued it to his lips, dotted a black mole on the left side of his face with an eyebrow pencil, and took out a set of hairy serge suits and put them on. In the mirror, he had completely changed his appearance, and he squeezed his eyes at himself in the mirror with satisfaction.

He opened the drawer, took out a wad of banknotes and put it in his pocket, and looked at the three pistols placed side by side next to him: the revolver, the masturbator, and the ***. He's wondering which gun to use for tonight's "wet job."

After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the ***, put it in front of his mouth, learned the gunman's style, blew into the muzzle of the gun, put on a suave pose, and then squeezed his eyes at himself in the mirror, stuffed the gun into the pocket of his shirt, turned around with satisfaction, put on his top hat and walked out the door.

Walking to the side of the road, he waved to stop a carriage driven by an old man, jumped on it, and shouted, "Purple Rose." ”

The old man waved his whip and shouted, "Drive!" The carriage ran away.

The sound of hooves clattered, and the carriage sped along the central street.

It's the busiest time of the day in Poseidonia, and all the lights are shining. Neon lights are dazzling and glittering, the streets are bustling with people, and the nightlife is kicking off the majestic curtain.

Richard felt both familiar and unfamiliar with the streetscape, and suddenly turned around to find himself standing in front of a bar with the word "Purple Rose" written on it. It was his first time here, and he peeked around for a while before quietly entering.

It's a bar that's only just opened, and as far as the eye can see, it's filled with people of different nationalities, it's like an international conference, and of course, most of them are bohemian drunks.

There is a small stage at the front, on which several half-naked girls are doing a folk dance. A man pulling Bayan accompanies them.

Richard looked around, his eyes fixed on the middle-aged foreign man sitting to the left of the bar. Why him? Richard almost intuitively decided that he was the target tonight.

The man smoked a cigar and hugged the ladies sitting on his lap, chatting happily with the men in flowered clothes and long beards next to him, and from time to time bursts of obscene laughter erupted from their mouths.

Richard took his gaze back and sat down in a secluded corner.

A waitress in a floral apron immediately served coffee and a snack plate.

As soon as Richard sat down, a mixed-race woman in a cheongsam and heavy makeup approached, with a slender cigarette tucked between her cotan-covered nails.

"Can you borrow a fire, gentleman?" The woman twisted her hips slightly, showed off her figure, and said a word to seduce a man.

Richard smiled, "I'm sorry, this lady, I don't smoke, so there's no fire." "Richard is most afraid of this kind of woman, he can hide as much as possible, if he lets them get entangled, it will be troublesome. He didn't want to interfere with tonight's "business".

The woman was obviously unprepared for the answer, and glared at him in surprise: "I don't even smoke cigarettes, it's really not interesting." The woman smiled and said, "Can you give me a drink?" ”

"Absolutely." Richard asked a waiter passing by, "How much is a glass of red wine?" ”

"Five yuan a glass of dry red, eight yuan a glass of other wine." The waiter asked with contempt, "Do you want one, or two?" ”

"So expensive?" Richard said and took out a handful of bills, spread them out on the table and counted them, raised his eyes and said to the woman, "I don't have enough money, can you lend me a little?" ”

The woman snorted from her nose, "How can a big man come to play in this kind of place without money?" The woman pouted, "Poor ghost." After saying that, he twisted his ass and walked away.

Richard took out five yuan and held it in his finger and raised it slightly, and the waiter next to him immediately took the money, put his ear to Richard's mouth, and walked to the foreign man over there after listening.

"I'm sorry sir," said the waiter politely, "the gentleman over there wants you to come over for a drink." ”

The foreign man was obviously a little annoyed that the waiter had interrupted his good deed, but he glanced around the corner anyway.

Richard happened to look over, and the two looked at each other for a few seconds. Richard smiled and raised his glass to the foreign man, taking a sip of his wine.

The foreign man thought about it, put down the girl and walked out. After a while, the waitress came to Richard and told him, "Sir, the gentleman invites you to talk to the private room over there." ”

Richard walked into the private room, and as soon as he entered the door, he was put a gun to his head.

"Please close the door." The foreign man said bluntly.

Richard did so unhurriedly, knowing that he could not resist at such a time, and could only play dumb, so he pretended to be alarmed and asked, "Is Your Excellency Mr. Stepan?" ”

The foreign man looked Richard from top to bottom before saying, "Yes." ”

"Big handsome guy, it seems that you are very popular with the girls." Richard deliberately quipped.

"I'm sorry you've lost your eyes," the foreign man said, shrugging his shoulders, "and they're interested in the money in my hand." ”

Richard's words turned to the point, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Richard, and I was introduced to you by the bad gambler of the Patriotic Association." ”

"Who? Bad betting? Stepan did not let his guard down, still holding a gun to Richard's head, his eyes fixed on his face, "But I don't know you."

"You know the bad gambler, I'm an old friend with him."

"Friends? Hmph, a friend is an enemy, and an enemy is a friend. It's only a few years since the ghost knew what the definition of a friend was. ”

"A friend is the kind of person who helps you at critical moments and often introduces you to business." Richard pretended to be relaxed and said: "Can you please put down the gun and speak, the bad gambler introduced me to buy goods, not to **." ”

"But I don't have any goods to sell right now." Stepan raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not the right time for you to look for me. ”

Richard reached out and felt something from his breast pocket, and Stepan saw it in horror and immediately raised his gun to his face. Richard smiled and said, "Don't panic, I'm taking this." ”

Richard slowly pulled out a wad of bills, shook them in front of Stepan's eyes, and said, "Money doesn't eat people." ”

Stepan's blue eyes rolled a few times, and then he completely put the gun in his pocket and asked, "Who the hell are you?" Oh no, I should put it another way, which organization are you working for? ”

Without hesitation, Richard replied: "League of Patriots, I've heard of it." ”

"League of Patriots? Anti-immigrant? Know, know. ”

Stepan rolled his eyes and asked, "What is the name of the mayor of Alexandria for the first five terms?" ”

"Kerensky." Richard replied fluently.

Stepan was a cautious man, and he used this question to find several impostors.

Stepan turned the *** in his hand and inserted the holster neatly, "It looks like you're an enemy of the nativists, and you're doing something for those poor sours?" ”