Hank befriends the head of the mafia.

Olinsky's words made Ethan stunned, but he quickly reacted.

This kind of thing is normal.

That guy Boitt has been up and down in Chicago for decades, and it's strange to say that he doesn't know a few faces, and he doesn't deal with people with special professional backgrounds.

Rebecca, Matt and Sandro are the people.

Matt, in particular, supported Sandro to help him build a pro-independence network and help him suppress his competitors.

The thing he does is also to wander on the edge of darkness.

Cough!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but scratch his face.

It doesn't count what you do, it's called taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others.

Mafia.

The name is thunderous, and at its peak, it went up to members of Congress and down to street vendors, and its influence penetrated into all corners of the country.

The energy was so powerful that in World War II, he could help the Allies quickly break the game in Italy.

Of course, the current strength has faded a lot.

But they are not to be underestimated.

But those people don't admit that they are mafia, and even within the police, they are described as some kind of family or gang, which are all criminal gangs with Italian origin as the main backbone.

"You mean."

Ethan thought for a moment and tapped the handle of the gun on his waist: "Let's go directly to the other party to ask for someone?" ”

"That's right."

Here the two of them are here, and Olinsky also said bluntly: "Believe me, this is a good way to avoid the expansion of the conflict sometimes." ”

Hearing this, Ethan smiled.

It's the first time I've done this kind of thing, and it's a bit of collusion between police and bandits.

Before he could speak, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrate.

It's a coincidence.

It was Hank calling.

"Let me guess." Ethan answered the phone and said meaningfully, "Are you for the luxury club thing?" ”

"Did you really do it?"

There was silence for two seconds on the other side, and Hank's hoarse voice sounded: "Take the case file and come to my office to talk." ”

Looking at the hung up, Ethan laughed.

Unexpectedly, before his phone called, Hank's phone called, Antonio was right, there is indeed a big man behind this strip club!

It's only been a long time since he came back, and the other party has already found Hank.

"Don't worry."

Seeing Olinsky's worried eyes, Ethan shrugged his shoulders and said, "I know what to do. ”

From Hank's office, soon transferred to the car.

After understanding the facts of the case he took last night, Hank immediately decided to take Ethan to a place, which, as Orlinsky said, was equivalent to directly talking to the other party's boss and dignitary.

This is an easy way to solve crimes.

After walking around for more than ten minutes, I stopped in a neighborhood where Italians gathered.

There are no signboards.

There are no names, and there are only a few strong men sitting at the table playing cards at the door, looking unremarkable.

"We all call it the Social Club."

Hank didn't rush forward, but stopped next to Ethan: "Try not to have conflicts here, most of them are old-school characters, who seem inconspicuous but have a lot of influence. ”

"When I'm not fine, I often come here to play poker."

Still feeling uneasy, he emphasized again: "You should know what we came here for, right?" ”

"Don't worry."

Ethan slapped Hank on the arm: "I just want to kill Watson's guy, as for what gang is behind it, I'm not interested, it's the trouble of financial crime and organized crime." ”

"But a little."

He spread his hands and said seriously: "It's the real murderer, not just someone to fool me." ”

"Of course."

Hank nodded, leading the way forward.

In fact, this method is similar to finding an informant, and it is also to obtain some clues and get the suspect's information from the Taoists.

It's just that the former requires them to pay some money.

The latter is that things cannot be expanded.

Walking with Hank into this so-called social club, he swept around the few people playing cards at the door, who had bulging waists and were clearly carrying firearms.

Inside, is a restaurant.

It's just a façade, and there won't be strangers coming here to eat, mainly to serve the members of the club.

Cross the hallway and push open the wooden door.

"Hey, bastard."

Before I could see what was going on, I heard a thick Italian accent: "I don't remember someone calling 911 here, you can smell that streak from afar." ”

"Actually, someone hit it."

Hank smiled and walked over to an old man in a red sweater, "Some people say you can't stand up and need a hand." ”

As he spoke, he bent down and saluted the other party's face.

"Okay!"

The old man sat in a wheelchair, shook his head and said, "Your mouth is still so powerful." ”

There are posters of celebrities in many places on the walls, old-school movie stars like Marlon Brando, Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn, and Ethan only recognizes the three famous people.

The chess and card room was filled with smoke.

The smoke of cigars filled the air, and many people at the round tables were playing cards, sometimes talking and laughing.

These people are on the older side.

To put it mildly, Ethan felt like he was in the club for the middle-aged and elderly.

The old man who greeted Hank just now looked to be seventy or eighty years old, and their familiarity with each other should extend to the friendship of Hank's father's generation.

Most of them have a uniform characteristic, and they speak with a particularly strong Italian accent and a big nose.

When talking, I can't help but gesture even if I am holding a playing card.

That's it alone.

It can be concluded that most of them are Italians, don't look at the appearance of all of them with big bellies, Ethan can feel that none of them are good stubble.

Of course, not by himself.

He looked at others.

Naturally, others will look at him, and this is a social club, and the presence of a stranger will certainly attract attention.

From time to time, eyes fell on Ethan's body.

There is curiosity, and there is jealousy.

More hostile.

But the hostility disappeared in a flash, and when he met Ethan's gaze, he lowered his head in horror.

The bald manager, who had just been separated, was standing in the corner of the room, he actually put a splint, bandaged around his chest and hung his left hand, his face was also red and swollen, and he couldn't get better in ten days and half a month.

Ethan smiled and walked over to the round table next to the bald manager.

"Hey."

Hank smiled and greeted the silver-haired big back head sitting inside, "Carlo, how does the coffee taste?" ”

The other party is in his fifties.

Wearing black-rimmed glasses, he is holding a small coffee cup and tasting it carefully.

The body is wide and stretches the gray suit open.

The whole person seems to have a non-angry and self-righteous demeanor.

(End of chapter)