Just as Brannan was chasing his rival on the beach at Hyde Street Pier with a gun, a chicken, and a flying dog.

Hanif was staying in his house in the city center.

His wife did go back to her parents' house.

Hanif's mother-in-law is sick and needs her daughter to go back and take care of her for a few days.

It's not far away, it's in Sacramento.

Hanif pulled out two sausages from the cupboard, threw them in the iron pan and fried them.

Soon, the room was filled with the smell of meat, tangerine peel and rosemary.

A loaf of bread, a glass of milk, two sausages.

This is the dinner of the assistant to the head of the California branch of the Border Detective Agency.

After a homemade dinner, Hanif dropped the plate on the table.

He didn't want to wash the dishes at all.

Filling his stomach was really not a difficult task for him, a bounty hunter who used to eat and sleep all year round, but it was too difficult to let him wash the dishes.

Hanif picked up the kerosene lamp on the table and placed it on the wooden table next to the sofa.

He twisted the knob on the side of the kerosene lamp.

This knob is used to control the incoming and outgoing of the wick, and the brightness of the kerosene lamp can be adjusted.

Hanif turned up the brightness of the kerosene lamp to the maximum.

He picked up a palm-sized comic book from the crack in the couch and began to read it.

This comic book was given to him by Chen Jianqiu.

Hanif wasn't interested in it at all.

He was only fond of depictions of the complex physical relationships between men and women.

Someone in San Francisco wrote about it, and basically there was a copy on the market, and Hanif bought a copy.

But now that the boss has asked to see the comic strip, let's watch it.

However, what he didn't expect was that this comic book turned out to be surprisingly interesting.

"Tuk, tuk."

Just as Hanif was looking at the comic book with relish, there was a sudden knock on the door.

This is the knocking code of the border detective agency.

Hanif put down the comic strip in his hand and looked up.

It's so late, how can there be subordinates, no, colleagues come and knock on the door.

If it was before he was masturbated, it was possible that the subordinate detectives came to report on the urgent work, and now at this time, they should go to Donnie.

The knock on the door rang again.

It's still the same rhythm as just now.

Hanif thought for a moment and stood up.

He walked over to the table, opened the drawer and took out a revolver from it.

With the exception of the first one, this revolver is perennially reloaded for easy firing at any time.

Hanif stuck his gun in his waist and walked to the door.

He opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a bearded old man he didn't know at all.

He was carrying a leather bag in his hand, and it was bulging inside.

"Mr. Hanif, may I come in?" The bearded man asked.

"Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before. Hanif looked the man in front of him up and down.

When he was a bounty hunter before, he had a reputation for having a good memory, otherwise he would not have been able to remember the fugitive's face.

But the person in front of him, he didn't have any impression at all.

The bearded old man opened the leather bag in his hand, and there was a paper bag inside.

Although the light in the hallway outside the door was not good, it did not prevent the contents of the paper bag from catching Hanif's eyes.

That's dollars.

Looking at Hanif's expression, a trace of disdain flashed in the bearded old man's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"Mr. Hanif, you're not going to let me stand outside all the time, are you?"

He closed the purse back and asked Hanif, who hadn't returned his gaze yet.

"Come in, come in." Hanif turned sideways and let the old man in.

The old man stepped over the threshold and began to look at the decoration and furnishings of Hanif's house.

But he hadn't taken a few steps before he was startled by a shout from Hanif.

"Change your shoes! Mr! Hanif took out a pair of slippers from the cabinet and threw them in front of the old man's eyes, "My wife is not here, I don't know how to clean!" ”

The old man caught a glimpse of the disc on the table, and the flesh on his cheeks jumped.

The two men sat down on the couch.

Hanif didn't mean to pour water or coffee for the guests, but rubbed his hands:

"What do you call it?"

"My name is Cherry Miles, you can call me Miles."

The old man is none other than the famous Pinkerton detective, Heilman, Miles is his pseudonym, and one of the many identities he has used.

In a sense, this identity is real, and there is even a record of origin.

"So, my dear Mr. Miles, what do you want me to do for you when you come to my house in the evening with a bag of dollars?"

Hanif's eyes were still on the purse, but his mouth was gushing.

"Our detective agency has a wide range of business, security, escort, hostage rescue have rich experience, of course, the border detective agency also has the largest information network in the entire west, if you need to find someone, we can also undertake"

Heilman waited quietly for Hanif to finish.

Then he shook his head.

"What? Aren't these businesses? Hanif scratched his hair, then stroked his beard high up.

He pondered for a moment before whispering to Heilman:

"Sir, if you want to buy someone's life, the detective agency will not take this business on the surface, but I can personally help you deal with it privately."

Heilman laughed.

"No, no, no, Mr. Hanif, you think too much, I don't need anyone's life."

Hanif was stunned:

"So what are you going to do?"

Heilman stood up and began pacing back and forth in the room:

"Mr. Hanif, I'm from the Pinkerton Detective Agency. We have your details. ”

"You used to be a good bounty hunter in Wyoming, and five years ago, you took your retinue Donnie to hunt down Mr. Chen Jianqiu, ah, yes, your current boss came to New Mexico."

"Later, I don't know what happened, Mr. Chen Jianqiu became the top rich man in New Mexico, and you, joined his banner as the head of the California branch of the Border Detective Agency."

"And the Border Detective Agency is also getting bigger and bigger under your leadership."

Hanif frowned.

The person in front of him can be said to have a lot of experience with himself.

So, what is he going to do?

Heilmann stopped:

"But have you ever thought that he never trusted you?"

"Just because of a small thing, he will be furious with you, and put such an excellent person in charge as you into the cold palace, and let your former apprentice become your current leader."

"It's an insult."

Hanif sank into the couch and didn't say a word.

Heilman observed Hanif's expression and struck while the iron was hot:

"The Pinkerton Detective Agency was forced out of California for a number of reasons. However, we never gave up here. ”

"And here we are, we need a good guy to lead the Pinkerton Detective Agency back together."

"We feel that you are the right person."

As he spoke, Heilman took the bag out of his purse and threw it into Hanif's arms.

"It's just a deposit, and if you're willing to join us, we'll give you a salary of $1,500 a month."

This salary is twice as much as the original head of Pinkerton California.

Heilman believes that this price should be regarded as very sincere.

Hanif reached into the paper bag.

He didn't need to look at it, he didn't need to count it, he just pinched the thickness of each stack of dollars to know how much money there was.

There were about two thousand dollars in the paper bag.

A smile appeared on Hanif's face.

Heilman understood that this smile represented Hanif's heart.

The information is indeed correct.

This man is a man who sees money, and he is even more greedy for money than he imagined.

"Feel free to contact me if you wish." Heilman pulled out a small piece of paper from his clothes and handed it to him, with an address written on it.

"Okay, Mr. Myers, I'll consider your proposal."

Hanif smiled and shook Hellerman's hand and sent him out the door.

When Heilman disappeared at the end of the hallway, Hanif closed the door.

The smile on his face vanished.

Hanif threw the paper bag in his hand on the sofa casually and snorted:

"Two thousand dollars? $1,500 a month? What about those who ask for food? ”

Not to mention that this amount is far from his current salary.

Hanif doesn't count the shares and dividends!

A bunch of poor ghosts still want to dig into the wall, do they mean that they are not sincere? Or is it poverty that limits their imagination.