"Wow, sir, you just came out of the airport?" , a black taxi driver, looked at the tattered Dean, and a gossip appeared on his face.

He didn't expect that at such a late hour, the reporters had all dispersed, and there were still people coming out of it.

"yes, I wanted to get inside and watch the fun, but I almost got my pants ripped off by those cops." Dean threw a cigarette to the driver, "Man, maybe I need to go to a place where I can change my clothes now." ”

"No problem!"

The black driver quickly took the cigarette, started the car, and drove Dean to a strange place.

Dean glanced at the other man's waist and closed his eyes.

It's almost ten o'clock in the evening.

this time.

The average clothing store has long since closed.

The driver took Dean through the silent streets, left the airport, and drove straight ahead, stopping at an old building with flashing pink rainbow lights after about half an hour.

He knocked on the glass of the car door: "Sir, it's time to get there." ”

Dean opened his eyes and looked outside before looking at the black driver suspiciously: "Here?" ”

"Yes." The driver lit a cigarette clipped to his ear: "You walk through the alley in front of you, you can see the night market, and now there are only people here who sell fake designer clothes." ”

"Okay, thanks."

Dean touched the palm of his sleeve and left, and magically pulled out a fifty-fifty knife empty-handed, and placed it in front of the driver: "I'm glad you didn't make an unwise move." ”

The black driver's pupils shrank, took the banknote, and said with a smile: "Thank you, generous sir, and have a good evening." ”

Dean got out of the car and disappeared into the night.

Looking at the direction he was leaving, the driver was exhaling a puff of smoke, tilting his head, and said into the air: "There is something wrong with the random target, and it is recommended that the game be canceled." ”

"Are you sure?"

A sweet female voice appeared in the driver's ear porch.

The driver took a hard puff of cigarette: "I'm sure, Golden Cat, I suggest you change the game object, I was almost peeed by him just now, this guy's eyes are terrifying!" ”

"Alright, Postman, pick your next game target as soon as possible, it's been a long night, and people want to have some fun."

The communication hangs up.

The driver looked at the cigarette butt that was about to go out in his hand and grinned: "Welcome to Vice City, pervert, have fun." ”

He likes polite people.

A little spark, drawing an arc in the night.

Rumble~

The car roared, far faster than it had ever been, speeding away and disappearing around the corner.

When the cigarette butt hits the ground.

There was a dead silence all around.

The other side.

Dean walked through the dark streets, took a headset from his ear, put it in his pocket, and looked strange: "Game organization again?" ”

He could only see that something was wrong with the black driver.

But this is normal.

New York is known as the city of crime, and even at the beginning of the 21st century, there are still a lot of robberies, murders, and assaults every day, taking place in taxis, subways, and trains at night.

Since the release of a movie.

There's another nickname here: Gotham City That Never Sleeps!

Dean is not a troublemaker.

Since the black driver chose to follow his heart, then he will not incarnate into a righteous little bat and do something meaningless.

Walk through the alleys.

A world different from the daytime appears before Dean's eyes.

Under the colorful rainbow lights.

Crowds of people huddle next to the geothermal pipes on street corners, spitting clouds and mist.

Yellow, white, black, tall and short women on the street pull guests, as long as anyone is interested, they can walk into the simple fight room on the side to have a hearty, cheap, and sick physical fight.

Besides.

There are also small 'stalls', which seem to be chaotic, but in fact they are arranged in an orderly manner on both sides of the street, made of cheap large plastic sheets into separate areas, waiting for customers to come to the door.

Dean noted.

Most of the people are like him, gathering here from the alleys on both sides of the street, and they also leave from this side, like an invisible cage, so that they subconsciously do not pass directly by the two ends of the street.

A middle-aged man standing on the side of the road looking left and right, saw Dean, immediately walked over quickly, stopped a meter away, and said in a low voice: "Man, there are fresh toilets arriving, 10-15 years old, most of them are first-hand goods, do you want to give it a try." ”

Toilet?

Dean was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, this is referring to people.

He shook his head expressionlessly and pulled out a stack of twenty-dollar bills: "Tell me where there are clothes and unnumbered weapons, these are yours." ”

Look at these green things.

The middle-aged man with a Southeast Asian appearance licked his lips: "It turned out to be a new guest, what you wanted, at booths 76 and 81."

Also, my name is Yellow Mouse.

If you want to try something exciting, you can come to me.

No matter which country's toilet, no matter what tricks you want to play, as long as the green paper is in place, I can arrange it for you!

Door-to-door delivery is also possible. ”

Dean didn't speak, threw the paper into his arms with precision, strode with great strides, and the gentleman walked forward with a frank stride.

In this world, under the light, the shadow lives forever.

For these dirty things.

Dean didn't want to say too much.

Thanks to the reminder of middle age in Southeast Asia.

Dean noticed that on the outside of the stalls, there were faintly fluorescent numbers.

This also allowed him to quickly find booth 76.

This is a place that sells fake brand-name clothes, and there are still a lot of customers, and in this stall, it can be regarded as a thriving business.

To Dean's surprise, the stall owner and his buddies were actually Chinese, and the low scolding revealed by the occasional bargaining sounded like people from the coastal areas of China.

In this regard, Dean can only sigh that as long as there is money to be made, whether it is legal or not, people from his hometown are always indispensable.

Dean followed the flow of people, picking and picking, and when he came out again, he had already changed into a high-imitation brand that did not show any problems at all.

The price is impressive.

Only one-tenth of the original price.

But qualitatively.

Dean felt a lot better than his original multi-thousand dollar clothes.

It's no wonder business is so good.

This place is scary to look at.

But Dean wandered around for nearly half an hour, and strangely didn't see a pickpocket, but some inconspicuous places, hanging some dried braised chicken feet.

Beneath the 'chicken feet', there are majestic men leaning in the shadows, unabashedly carrying semi-automatic rifles, scanning the crowded streets.

This should be the reason why the 'night market' is in good order.

Booth 81, not far from booth 76.

Dean saw the stall at a glance.

Outside the booth, there was an old M2 heavy machine gun, and there were two ammunition boxes filled with brass-colored bullets on the side.

On the box, a small fluorescent board attracts attention: Daddy Gun Shop, must be a boutique!

There are also quite a few guests here.

But it's not the same as the imaginary scenario.

When Dean entered, he found that the inside of this small stall was not as large as the vegetable market, with a large number of firearms.

Each guest, in an orderly manner, said the names of some vegetables such as potatoes, corn kernels, etc., in front of an old man, and then paid for it, received a handwritten note from the woman next to the old man, and left from the other side.

Seeing this, Dean frowned.

It's not friendly to new guests.

Fortunately, a thin figure took the initiative to greet him: "Guest, new arrival?" ”

The other party looks only fourteen or fifteen years old, and he is somewhat similar to the woman next to the old man, and it is estimated that they are the three of them and grandchildren, doing business together.

Dean nodded: "Yes, I want two clean Loloque 17s, a 45 caliber M1911, a couple of concealed holsters, a portable built-in body armor."

In one breath, he said more than a dozen goods.

The young man nodded, took out a slip of paper and quickly wrote some nicknames, and then handed it to Dean: "We are only wholesale vegetables here, and the vegetables you want are only 100 US dollars, but my service fee is 21,000 US dollars, which can be swiped by card, check, or cash." ”

"Are you sure you're an employee here?" , Dean asked deliberately.

The young man shrugged and whistled at the old man.

The old man waved at him.

Only then did he look at Dean again and said with a smile: "This is the territory of the Buyano family, no one dares to mess around, even those strips, after ten o'clock in the evening, they don't dare to appear here in police uniforms." ”

Hearing this, Dean's heart moved.

The Buiano family, like his grandfather's Luches family, is one of the five surviving Italian mafias in New York.

Originally, he thought that these families, after the turmoil of the fifties, were already declining.

Now it seems.

It's not as simple as it seems.

Or rather.

Five families, not every family is lonely.

Come to think of it.

Dean took out the check, wrote down a string of numbers, and handed it to the young man, along with a few hundred dollars in loose bills: "Man, I have to admit that your business ability and memory are very good, can you tell me by the way about the activities in New York, what to pay attention to." ”

The fourteen or fifteen-year-old liked Dean's praise.

His fingers quickly ran over the edge of the banknote, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "My name is Yasuo, wait for me." ”

After speaking.

After handing the check to the woman, he beckoned to Dean and led him out of the other side and into an alley.

As he walked, Yasuo asked, "I've lived here for fifteen years, and my grandfather has lived here for more than sixty years, so what do you want to know?" ”

"The head snake of the underworld here."

"Ground snakes?" Yasuo grinned: "There are no land snakes here, there are too many large and small gangs of the Chinese Hong Gang, the Japanese Yamaguchi Group, the Irish Gang, the Italian Mafia, the Black Gang, and the Mao Bear Gang." ”

"Let's talk about a few more long-lasting ones."

"It's not the 20th century now, and the gangs that can basically stay here for a long time are ethnically centric, half white and half black, and they are fighting fiercely with each other, but there are some notable forces.

For example, the Buiano family and the Collobo family on the Italian side.

These two families.

A black market that controls nearly 50 percent of New York is growing louder than before.

The other one, in addition to mastering a lot of high-end entertainment venues, also has politicians and a large number of black policemen who support themselves, and controls many Hollywood stars, and has a certain ability of public opinion, so there are not many people who dare to provoke.

There are also the Hong Gang of the Chinese and the Mao Bear Gang of the Mao Bear Country.

The former has a lot of killers and black fighters.

The latter members are fierce, and because their families are all in the country, once they betray, the whole family will die, so they fight hard and are not afraid of death.

Other than that, the rest is a school of trash fish. ”

So many words in one breath.

Yasuo licked his lips: "Okay, a few hundred dollars of information is only worth so much, if you still want to know more detailed things, you need more money." ”

Dean shook his head, saying no.

He originally wanted to ask for some information about the Luches family, but considering that the other party was not a specialized intelligence organization after all, and his mouth might not be strict, he dispelled this idea.

Again.

Dean is now a person with a triple official status, and it is too easy to want detailed information about a gangster family.

The two walked through the alley, turning left and right, and finally came to an open space where more than a dozen trucks were parked.

Yasuo stepped forward to communicate with the people guarding the convoy.

Moment.

Dean left with a thick black cloth wrap.

When the two were separated, Yasuo also gave him an extra business card, saying that if he needed it, he could contact him, even if it was some heavy weapons, he could also deliver them to the door.

Dean was speechless about that.

It's the 'Gotham City That Never Sleeps'!

The next day.

Presidential Suite in a hotel.

Dean, dressed in loose pajamas, closed the door and returned to her room as she watched the blonde woman limp away to deliver her papers and information.

He was a good man.

The waiters have to give some tips, not to mention these beautiful female colleagues?

Treating is also a way of hospitality.

There is one thing to say.

These hard-trained female warriors are moist!

Communication, but also more tenacious!

There are four things sent by a female colleague.

Three documents, one piece of information:

One is the FBI's Distinguished Agent Card.

On this one, Dean's full name is Dean Luches, Italian, 22 years old, B1 agent.

One is the NSA's Specially Appointed Agent Card.

On this one, Dean's full name is Dean Smith, a surname on the Commonwealth Rotten Street, Irish, 22 years old.

The last one is the New York Police Detective Department's special police detective card.

This is not attributed to a department of the New York Police Department, and the information is exactly the same as Dean's information in Los Angeles.

These three documents are just for Dean to do things conveniently and one more choice.

However, only when the corresponding certificate is taken out, some official agencies can find out the identity information of his skin from the number of the certificate.

In addition to the three documents, the rest of the information is the details of the Luches family.

Dean picked up the thick intelligence file and flipped through it.

The Luches family, originally from Sicily, Italy, spread around the world with immigrants of Italian origin.

The members of the Luches family, who were mostly on the East Coast of the United States at that time, expanded rapidly with the Great Depression in the early 20th century, peaked in the fifties, and finally completely declined around 1975.

yes

The Luches family, one of the five major mafias in New York, is now in decline.

Most of the members of the group, who died, ran, and stepped on the sewing machine, the remnants, although gradually recovered and regained some territory.

But many black channels have been snatched up.

Today's Luczes family in New York is just a small family with less than 100 members and a core of more than 30 people, controlling several farmers' trading companies, three nightclubs, and two brokerage companies.

It's not bad.

But in the underworld, there is not much influence anymore.

Besides.

Dean also noticed a very special piece of information:

The patriarch of the Luches family, who wants to marry the Buiano family, intervenes in the black market.

This may be the main reason why the Luches family suddenly gathered members from all over the world.

There is great power in numbers, and nothing more.

Dean kept the information about the main members of the New York Luches family in his mind, and pondered as he played with the newly acquired black guns and small pineapples.

The current situation of the Luches family is actually very much in line with his needs.

Dean wants someone who can help him with chores, but he doesn't want to end up himself, and the Luches family, which is related to him, is undoubtedly a good choice.

"Just as you want to expand, I want a group of undermen in the shadows, so you should be lucky."

Dean played with a small pineapple and grinned.

Evening.

Dean dialed the phone number left by the Luches family to his grandfather, waited for half an hour, and got into the car that the Luches family had sent to pick him up.

When he came this time, he didn't think about returning empty-handed!

To be on the safe side.

Dean deliberately left the attribute points that were upgraded and rewarded on the plane.

When adding points to improve the physique.

Warm currents can replenish physical strength and slightly accelerate the healing of injuries.

This is also a minor bug.

The Lucis family sent a car to pick him up and take him through the old highways of New York, all the way to a manor near the sea.

Tomorrow may be the result of the Luches family's internal gathering.

The manor is brightly lit.

Handsome male and female waiters shuttle through it, showing the Luches family's heritage, and outside the manor, guests arrive one after another.

It may be Dean's grandfather, but it's really not a force here.

The driver gave him a ride and drove away.

Dean didn't care, wearing a fake name tag and habitually looking at his surroundings.

Suddenly.

His gaze froze on a classic car that had just stopped.

The driver of the car, very gentlemanly, stepped out of the car first, helped open the door, and put his hand on the roof.

A beautiful woman in a gorgeous evening dress, holding the hem of her skirt with both hands, stretched out her slender thighs in a somewhat low mood, stepped on the red carpet, and then walked into the manor under the guidance of several waiters.

Looking at each other's backs, Dean was speechless and looked at the sky.

Why is Neil here???

That's when it happened.

"Wow~"

A whistle and exclamation came from behind Dean.

Dean looked back, but it was a short, black-haired, brown-eyed girl.

Behind the girl, there was also a handsome man who was tall and tall, no shorter than Dean.

See Dean turn around.

The girl stuck out her tongue a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I was a little surprised to see Miss Neil, who has been in the limelight lately. ”

"Is Neil famous?"

The man beside the girl, who had been looking at Dean, nodded, "She's the most talented member of our Luches family at the moment, and the protagonist of tonight's ball, but she's been living in the Commonwealth before, so my sister would be surprised to see her." ”

Dean lost his mind in a rare way.

Nyima!

Neil is also a member of the Luches family.

Round it off.

I and Maas are brothers, and Neil, and they are also cousins?

What is this?

Today it seems that because of the fever, I slept intermittently for a long time.

But when he woke up, except for some coughing, the dog thief didn't seem to feel any discomfort.

Not bad.

The dog thief took two anti-inflammatory pills.

The uncomfortable period seems to be only four or five days.

You can make a reference.

There are still two chapters, but because I got up late, it must be early in the morning, so you can read it tomorrow!

(End of chapter)