At the Manolio Pizza restaurant on Edward Street, the number of diners began to increase, and the calls for takeout were answered several times in a row.

Sheeney was graceful, walking between the tables dressed like flowers, delivering meals, taking money and tipping, coping with the laughter of guests, and throwing her eyes like yesterday's rainstorm.

Manolio squinted at the energetic figure, the woman who had added a lot of popularity to his shop, and he licked his dry lips lightly, thinking about how to get his hands on her.

The phone rang again, and Manolio glanced at it, this special business mobile phone also has a lot of orders every day, but the profit is higher because there is no tax to pay for it.

The delivery people are already on their way.

"Didn't the Chinese come here today?" Manolio asked.

"Oh, I got a call yesterday, it seems to be from his family, asking why he hasn't gone back yet." An employee replied.

"You call him, he can't ride the car home, that's my property!"

"Okay boss." The employee went to call, and after a while he looked up, "It's off." ”

Manolio nodded, he didn't care if Shaun didn't come to work. Anyway, there is still a deposit of five hundred dollars with him, if this guy does not come back, Manolio will be happy, the job of a food delivery person is simple, and people like Sean have a lot of tricks.

It's just that this is a very delicate time, and his particular business needs a suitable scapegoat, and Sean is the one he chooses.

Putting special things into takeaway is not something that has just been invented now, but after being networked, business has suddenly become very good, and when you place an order on the dark web, a node in the city will deliver it, with high efficiency and guaranteed payment.

The returns are getting higher and higher, which makes Manolio happy and at the same time feels a hint of risk.

Rumor has it that the Internet has dealt a big blow to the traditional economy, and that it is the same in every field, and that the old retailers will be secretly bad if they feel like a pill.

Because this is destroying the former power structure, what will the old forces do when they find that their earnings have dropped a lot?

Summarize and wake up, and actively join this new economic tide?

No!

Manolio knew that the underground society had its own rules, and that was to be worse than bad.

I'm not afraid of being rotten myself, as long as you're worse than me.

Manolio is not worried about this, he is just a retailer, and there are several layers of relationships on it, and there are many involved.

There is also a worry, that is, the official face, the bureau is not all people who eat dry food, and they will know that there is such a sales network in Los Angeles one day.

Manolio had already heard that the strips were keeping an eye on the delivery people, so if something went wrong, he could be the subject of an investigation, and in this case, someone would have to bear the investigation.

He had learned about Shaun, a new Chinese immigrant who had no other relatives except for a younger sister, no connections here, and no money, and such a person was simply too suitable.

Manolio knew what the virtues of the strips were, and how the appointed lawyers acted in a hurry, the former eager to get people in and the latter eager to persuade the suspect to confess, whether he was guilty or not.

Manolio pondered for a moment, then took a sign and handed it to an employee: "Go outside and hang it up." ”

It's a sign for workers, and it's for food delivery people.

…...

Midley Street, Kingway Nightclub.

Amrath had a cigarette in his mouth and played with a golden revolver as he waited in his office for his younger brothers to come over.

They went looking for the dog.

Others went to Mafad's house to get his things.

Because Amrath needs a dog that can find Mafad, a dog that can track tracks, and an item that smells of Mafad.

It wasn't hard to find the dog, and after a while, a Doberman was brought to Amrath, with black fur, strong muscles, a bright red tongue, and a mouth full of sharp teeth.

Such a dog is a good match for us!

"It's little Tim's dog, and his name is Tiger." The little brother who led the dog said.

Amrath was satisfied: "What about Mafad's things?" ”

"Still on the way."

"Let's go, get in the car first!" Amrath decided to get the matter done today, and if there wasn't as much trouble as he thought, then dispose of that Chinese American, an injured patient, who could easily be killed casually.

On Duane Street, near the side of the Lo River, several black off-road vehicles pulled up to a halt.

The car door opened, Amrath jumped down, looking around with a wary expression, the weather today was not bad, the wind was a bit strong, but there was no rain, yesterday's heavy rain left the ground full of water.

Then three people and a dog came down, and several other cars came down one after another.

"It seems like this was it yesterday!" Hassan said he was going into the woods.

Woof!

The black Doberman screamed, saw the woods, and was a little impatient to rush in.

"What a good dog!" Hassan complimented, "Why does it make me feel so familiar when I see it?" ”

"Because you look in the mirror every day!" A few people laughed.

"Don't go in. Give the dog a sniff of Ma'fat's things. Amrath shouted. A younger brother holds a bag: "Here are the panties and socks found from his room!" ”

"Stay away from me, I can smell it!" Amrath said angrily.

When the younger brother took the bag away, he took out the cigarette from his pocket, took a heavy breath, and spit out a thick smoke.

The man pulling the dog struggled to control Doberman, and the other opened the bag for the dog to sniff. I saw that Doberman immediately became irritable, trying hard to get out of control.

The little brother who took the bag hurriedly threw the bag aside and said with a smile: "Even the dog can't stand it." ”

"Alright, take the dog and take it around in there." Amrath spoke.

So the younger brother took the dog and began to walk slowly around the woods, when the black Doberman ran around excitedly, sniffing the ground and urinating at the roots.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The atmosphere of seriousness at first became a little absurd.

"Be serious!" Hassan said to Dubin.

The dog looked at him, lowered his head and trotted all the way, and then found a place to turn around a few times, thinking that he had made a discovery, but the next moment he saw it arched up, its little tail erected, and a ball of slowly squeezed out of the chrysanthemum.

"Oh Shet! It stinks! I can't stand it anymore! ”

"Dead dog, it's!"

The little brother standing next to Amrath finally couldn't help but speak: "Boss, do you think this dog looks like he's looking for Mafad?" How do I think this is just a normal dog walker? ”

Amrath twitched, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and strode towards the woods: "Spread out and look for it. I don't believe it, I'm not as good as a dog! ”

…...

"Boss, come and see this!"

A voice was heard in the distance, and Amrath ran towards it.

"This tree was broken by lightning, look at it, there are traces of burning!" A younger brother pointed to the tree and said.

"That's right, that's what was struck by lightning." Two or three people agreed.

"That kid was struck by lightning here?" Amrath turned his head and shouted, "Pull the dead dog over!" ”

A younger brother crouched on the ground, carefully fiddling with blades of grass and branches.

Another looked at him mockingly: "Do you think you're a federal agent?" ”

"Shut up, I've seen them do things like that!"

"Where's the dog!"

"Here comes the dog!"

When Doberman came, he sniffed the ground, and then peed again at the base of the tree.

"Boss, why do I think we're bringing this dog to occupy the territory?"

Amrath looked at the ground: "Footprints! I can feel it. ”

"Boss, can you be psychic?"

"I can see it too! Isn't that, it's rained, isn't that just footprints? ”

…...