That night, Zhou Wu was still wearing some simple clothes, wearing the peaked cap, and took the reagents purchased by Vivian and the calcium tablets he asked for from a certain street corner, and then threw the money into the trash can next to him as usual. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the deserted street lamp, he took apart the goods in the box and looked at them again like a little girl inspecting the goods, and looked at it according to the method taught by the little Lori, and only after confirming that it was correct did he move the things into the trunk.

took out a bottle of medicine with the words "calcium tablets label" from the box, poured out two calcium tablets and threw them into his mouth, Zhou Wu sat on the main driver, and started the car with an expressionless face.

The money is getting more and more insufficient, and the boxes of things in his car now almost cost nearly 10,000 New World Coins, and a bottle of prescription medicine similar to this calcium tablet in his pocket is sold for a high price of 50 New World Dollars on the black market. A month ago, it was the living income of a normal ordinary family for a week. Antibiotics such as wound medicine are even more expensive, and he wants to peel off the skin of the trafficker.

"You have to get some money to use it, at least as start-up capital." Zhou Wu said secretly in his heart. This is also something he and Vivian have discussed a long time ago.

Prices are skyrocketing, bread on the street is a day, and it's three days before Prohibition is fully enforced in the state. But judging from various newspapers and news on television, Zhou Wu said that this person in power who had only been in power for two years would not be able to do it for long. There are already marches from other states to demand lower prices, but it doesn't help.

He is well versed in some history, and he knows too well the urine nature of this aspect, and the capitalists will never accept such a demand for lower prices. They would rather throw corn into the stove as firewood and burn it than pour milk into the river than drop the prices. This kind of thing that appeared in his own world textbook Zhou Wu even looked at it as an anecdote for a while, but when he really came to this kind of period, he could understand the cruelty of this era.

The car continued to drive, not daring to park on the side of the road. Because more and more crimes are happening on the street or on the road. I parked the old-looking Kante sedan all the way in front of a bar, gave the janitor some tips, and nodded. The other party helped open the door, and Zhou Wu walked in calmly.

Walking inside, some flickering lights in the dim light could not infect his emotions. In fact, someone who is a fan of British and American drama is not interested in this style of décor that is still stuck in the last century.

I don't know from the sound of the country playing unspeakable music, and in the center of the bar, a girl who is still dressed in a rather flamboyant way is taking off her looming outfit.

A clean bar, no drug addicts in sight. And it was very set, Zhou Wu nodded, and glanced at the stripper who was dancing on the stage surrounded by drunks. This should be the so-called top brand in this bar. But that's not what I'm here for.

Shifting his footsteps, his gaze skimmed over the three tables of drinkers, and he sat down at one table with a waiter with a glass. Unlike the lively atmosphere of other tables, the atmosphere of this table is extraordinarily low-key, because there is only one white man sitting at this table, and he must have drunk a lot of alcohol.

"I don't mind sitting here."

An unfamiliar voice sounded, and the man who had drunk seven or eight glasses raised his head, glanced at the yellow man sitting next to him drunkenly, nodded, and then drank it to himself.

But he didn't look embarrassed, his face seemed to be very polite and smiled, Zhou Wu ordered a glass of wine and put it away. As if he didn't mean to speak in a hurry, he waited until the man drank the wine from the glass in front of him.

"Your bar business is good." With a cup in his hand, he looked at the endless stream of drunks and said as if he was very casual. This sentence made the man who originally wanted the waiter to continue serving him wine.

The other party raised his head and carefully looked at the man in front of him, and the eyes that were a little shaky just now were obviously gone, replaced by a strange calm. "I don't know what you're talking about." The white man with the smell of wine in his mouth said, but it seemed that he could not make eye contact with the yellow man at the table.

It's a bureau, because most of the Chinese are acting as police informants at some point, so the other side will react this way. That's what upsets someone the most.

Shaking the wine glass in his hand, Zhou Wu certainly knew the thoughts of the man sitting opposite. In fact, he also knows the identity of the other party. Silence, as if thinking about some words, slowly opened the mouth of the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared in front of the barkeeper tonight. "The Doctor asked me to come."

With his head down, the mouth of the bandit, who had long planned to wash his hands, twitched, as if he had an instinctive reaction, and this guy still had a hard mouth. "I don't know what you're talking about......"

"7th Street, 3 million, 3 escape routes, 12 people."

Like a spell, this sentence suddenly interrupted the words of this seemingly ordinary drunken customer, and made the mouth of the former bank robber suddenly tremble. "How much do you know?" Picking up a bottle of beer, the man sitting opposite Zhou Wu asked in a low voice, making the corners of Zhou Wu's mouth smile.

Shaking his head, but not wanting to answer, the planner with a certain arrogant loli threw a business card out of his pocket, with only a series of numbers printed on it. A phone number.

"Plus, your wife is very spicy." Seeing that this guy reached out to take it, Zhou Wu got up and said. His eyes swept over the stripper on the stage, and he walked out along the door of the bar where he had arrived.

Once in the car, the car was quickly driven into the city's traffic.

In the main driver's seat of Kante, Zhou Wu held the steering wheel tightly, completely missing the pretending and forcing just now, and was replaced by a cold sweat.

To be honest, before coming, he wasn't quite sure if the other party would agree. Maybe it's possible to shoot yourself when you say the wrong thing, after all, it's someone's territory. But at present, Vivien's previous reputation of secretly making money and planning to run away is somewhat useful, but more he thinks that this person should be forced by life.

With the implementation of Prohibition, the bank robber who originally planned to wash his hands and open a clean bar did not see any prospects for life, coupled with the increasing pressure of prices, so he had to pick up a gun again and choose this desperate old path.

This is the reason why Zhou Wu is looking for this guy, at least for now, it seems that the information that Vivian got is correct.

Then there is no big problem with the part of the plan they are ready to implement.