Walking out the door of Mary's house, Peter took out his cell phone and quickly dialed the first number he had written down. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Duh... The phone rang for a long time, and finally the voice came out. Peter was about to speak, but realized that he had made a mistake.

"Hello, I'm Susan, and I'm probably a little busy right now, so I can't answer your calls. Please leave a message after the 'ding' and I will get back to you as soon as possible. ”

It's just a message box. Peter clicked the phone and started dialing again. After two sessions, he finally gave up and left a voice message.

The next Henry's number is also invalid, and the electronic tone on the phone is that the phone has been turned off or stopped. Feeling that his luck was terrible, Peter dialed the next number, and this time, someone answered.

"Hey, I'm Robert."

"Hello, I'm Peter, Mary's classmate, do you remember me?"

"Peter? The same Peter who came to play with us more than two weeks ago? Of course I remember you, but you weren't with Mary... Forget it, it doesn't matter. You're calling for Mary and Susan, right? ”

"Mary, and Susan?" Peter was a little stunned.

"yes, what, aren't you here for this?" Robert also sounded a little surprised. Peter reacted quickly and went along with his words.

"No, no, no, I don't know much, please tell me the whole thing."

"Actually, I don't know much. We haven't been in touch since yesterday and don't know what's going on. Joe seemed to know something, but the guy wouldn't say anything. To be honest, if Mary hadn't disappeared, I would have thought the two of them had gone on vacation on their own. Robert whined on the phone, and the phone in Peter's hand had left his ears.

Joe. Moriti, Peter recalls the screams he heard in the casino that night. His heart was a little heavier, and a terrible thought floated in his heart.

If you deal with gangsters, the likelihood of this kind of thing happening naturally increases a lot. After all, violence is their job, and the law is a dispensable thing for them. If Joe had done this, Peter wouldn't have been surprised at all, after all, this kind of scene has been played in Hollywood for many years. Maybe it's an argument, maybe it's seeing something that shouldn't be seen, any little thing can be a fuse, and Mary may just be an innocent victim who is involved.

Even if you take a step back, this matter really has nothing to do with Joe and his family. As Susan's girlfriend, he must have more clues about the two of them than the others.

With a heavy heart, Peter asked Robert for Joe's contact information and dialed the phone, but no one answered.

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Peter already had a rough plan for this operation, and the first thing to do was to prepare.

The first thing to prepare, naturally, is the weapon. Peter's fists are now quite powerful for his peers, but for those who are professional, they can only be regarded as painless. And he didn't want to get a gun. First, he wasn't ready to kill. Second, the movement of the guns is too big, and it will take a while to practice. Peter didn't want to be one of those fools on the news who punched his foot through the hole.

The weapon he had in mind was a stun baton, and it wasn't difficult to get one. At noon, he found an advertisement online for second-hand stun batons, and received it an hour later. After fooling around with the Force's hints, Peter paid fifty dollars to get the little thing, which was only twenty centimeters long. Don't underestimate this guy, the electric shock it releases can easily electrocute an adult into a stun.

Peter then went to buy an anti-theft wallet, which had a locator inside it that allowed the owner to find it. Despite its limited usefulness in every way, the gadget cost Peter a full hundred and twenty dollars, which would have been his pocket money for almost an entire month without the part-time job. When he got home, he took out his utility knife and carefully dug out the locator in his wallet.

The preliminary preparations are almost over. He put on a gray hoodie that would cover his face if he wore it. After thinking for a while, he pulled out a red mask in the drawer. He bought it on Halloween two years ago, and it was supposed to look like a robot in a Transformer, but due to his previous graffiti, he couldn't see it anymore.

After saying hello to Uncle Ben and Aunt May, Peter walked out the door. This time he had to use suggestion again, but now that he had done more, he seemed to feel a little less guilty.

All he needed was a good opportunity.

From six o'clock in the afternoon, Peter sat opposite the entrance of the casino with a bottle of water in his hand, occasionally changing positions to scout other places, keeping his eyes on every exit of the casino. And he waited outside for nearly two hours, and his whole body began to ache a little, before he found his target: Joe. Mority. He walked out of the door of the casino, his once easy-going face with a hint of anxiety and hideousness, and two bodyguards followed closely behind him. After exiting the casino gate, they quickly got into a black car.

Peter, who was following them, walked past the sedan and threw the locator in his pocket next to it. At one of his thoughts, the locator floated and stuck to the bottom of the car. When the car finally drove away, he quickly got up, took out his bicycle from the corner of the alley, and hurriedly followed.

From the very beginning, he decided not to explore the casino. It was on someone else's turf, the security guards, the waiters, the monitors, none of which Peter could be sure to deal with. With such a short period of preparation, the chance of him rashly breaking in and retreating is too small. Coupled with the large flow of guests, even if he succeeded, he had no way to guarantee that he would not leave any clues.

His best way is naturally to assault halfway.

Rush hour had passed, but the roads in downtown New York were still clogged, and Peter's bike easily kept up with them. After crossing the Brooklyn Bridge, Joe and his party gradually increased their speed, and after two blocks they disappeared from Peter's sight.

The locator came in handy, and Peter rode all the way in the direction shown. Thankfully, they stopped after only a few minutes of driving, and Peter was relieved that they had reached their destination. If they did drive out of the city, he didn't know if his little legs could ride or not.

Peter quickly found the car, which was parked on the sidewalk of a side road, and the owner hadn't gone far. Peter followed them, and finally saw them enter a pub that looked rather shabby from the outside.

"Sister Margaret's School for Lost Children." Looking at the few large tattered letters hanging above the bar door, Peter couldn't help but read aloud. It's a strange name for both the bar and the school. Joe, he just came here to get drunk in a little bar like this? It was so unusual, Peter had always thought he was the kind of person with a little more refined taste.

Peter moved a little closer, but quickly retreated. The big men who were wandering in the door didn't seem to be the kind of people to be messed with, and Peter's eyes fell on him as soon as he approached them, and Peter, who didn't want to show his horse's feet, could only walk out of their sight as if nothing had happened.

I can only wait for him to come out.

Time flowed slowly, and Peter waited patiently. It was already dark, and the temperature had dropped considerably. Even though it was still autumn, he shivered from time to time in two layers of clothing, and just as he felt like he was about to catch a cold, Joe and his two men walked out of the bar. They didn't look like they were in it until they got drunk and then came out, quite energetic.

Peter looked at the road of more than 100 meters from Joe and the three of them to the parking location again, and couldn't help but curse secretly. Although it was getting late, most of the shops had long since closed and people had already returned to their homes. But there are still some pedestrians on the street, and if he does something on this road, I'm afraid it will attract a lot of people's attention.

And after a few seconds of thinking, Peter suddenly had a brilliant idea. He put on his mask, and the slightly immature face underneath the mask smiled.

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Breathing in the night air of New York, Joe's heart was not as relaxed as he seemed on the surface. He hadn't come up with a not-so-bad solution to tonight's events until now. Although he has just gotten a hole card at a high price, he has no bottom at all about the specific size of this hole card and what effect it can have.

Damn, he even felt the urge to leave it alone. But soon after the idea was formed, he was torn apart by himself.

He wasn't alone in this despicable threat. He is now the representative of the younger generation of the Moretti family, and if he messes up on this matter, the entire streets of New York will laugh at his name, the name of the Moriti family! They will say, "What is there to be afraid of in those Moreiti guys, a bunch of soft eggs that their own women can't manage!" ”

He pondered for a moment and took out his mobile phone, but he couldn't dial the number. Just as he was about to put his phone back, a man suddenly rushed in front of him like a violent wind, startling him. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the phone in his hand was gone. Two of his bodyguards had already followed the thief closely.

"Damn it, thief!" He subconsciously shouted, but he felt a burst of absurdity in his heart.

Is this thief really daring to steal from his own head, or is he extremely stupid?