Wine and Gun

Morrison stared at each other and hissed, "You're a sliver?!"

Morrison didn't stay around here during the day, and when he came back one night a few days ago, he heard from a girl under his command what happened during the day: a lot of police came around that morning, as if investigating a man in the river. corpse dumping case.

They determined through surveillance that the murderer was a corpse thrown on the road outside the alley, but the quality of the cameras in the old city was too poor - the mayor who took office two years ago made a proposal to replace high-definition surveillance cameras for the city as a bid for re-election A gimmick, but he only had time to replace the camera in the main city, and then he was found to be corrupt and bribery. With his resignation, the proposal fell apart - the police could not confirm the physical characteristics of the suspect at all, and even stopped in the The color and model of the car on the road were not recognizable.

So the police tried to find witnesses around here, but failed miserably, no one was idle at night looking out at the river, and Morrison was completely unaware of his absence during the day. Then again, no one would be under pressure to possibly offend the Crow Gang to talk to the police about "there's a pimp who could be a witness", and of course that's the end of the matter.

Now, Morrison looks at the man in front of him in disbelief: Could this uninvited guest be a policeman? If so, he is likely to be a black police officer, because if he is not close to the Crow Gang, the police should not know that there is such a small pimp here.

But if the other party is a policeman, what is his purpose? It is impossible for the black police to pursue the truth of the unfortunate person who was dumped, so he may only come for money, threatening to say, "If you don't give me money, I will tell the police that there is a witness like you. "? Most likely, because then his business wouldn't work.

Morrison turned his head around quickly and said, "How much do you want?"

"...What?" The other party seemed to be really stunned for a moment. The man paused for a moment, then smiled sincerely, "No, I really didn't come for money. My purpose is very simple: to put you on that day. Tell me one by one what you saw at night."

Morrison was silent for a moment, then asked hoarsely: "Or else?"

"Otherwise you'll have to talk to the police," the other said in a relaxed tone. "I guess, you probably don't really want to tell the police about it yourself, do you?"

Morrison just wanted to sigh, and the other party poked his death every word, which made him feel like he couldn't resist. He let out a long breath and spread his hands to the other side in a gesture of surrender that was not very sincere.

"Okay, okay," he conceded, "I saw someone throw something into that river on the night of the twenty-fifth, but I swear I didn't know it was a person—it was a black SUV, driven by a bald man with a tattoo on his face..."

Natalie didn't expect to see her "regular customer" that night.

Natalie runs a perfectly legal, indulgent nightclub on the East Side—it's called Sodom, the letters spelled out with crooked nightlights, and the pictures glow in colorful nighttime— What needs to be adjusted is that the line "completely legal" should be marked with a special font, because although these boldly dressed bartenders and beautiful waiters in nightclubs do not really have a relationship with customers, But they actually colluded with local gangsters. Natalie installed several special ATMs outside the bar, when unlucky customers and her dancers and waiters prepared for some inhumane "private" activities, Before that, when they took the cash machines to withdraw money, they would swipe the customer's credit card.

It was a little rainy, wet and cold that night, so business was not very good: "not very good" is a relative term, this shop is going on a 24/7 carnival that doesn't make any difference, bad weather Only a small number of people can be defeated. The dance floor isn't crowded now, that's the only difference the naked eye can see.

The room was filled with sweet and greasy pink lights. In addition to the dancing guys, there were several regular customers sitting near the dance floor. Natalie sat in the innermost booth as usual, with a glass of brandy on the table. . The man was brought in by a drinking girl, and he sat in the booth familiarly, but did not take off his hood.

Natalie has cooperated with this man a few times, or "cooperating" is not accurate, because Natalie actually doesn't know what the other party is, she guesses that the other party is either a police informant or some gangster The confidant of the boss, such a powerful character, because that kind of ruthless aura is always unscrupulously revealed from the other party's gestures.

Natalie had some connections between the gang, and she was very close to the Normans—of course, the gang wasn't called the Normans anymore. The last time this man came, when the case of Richard Norman's murder was raging, he paid Natalie a lot of money to find out about the conflict between Thomas Norman and his brother, or whether there was any Having never heard the rumors that Thomas intended to murder her brother, Natalie found nothing and returned empty-handed, but the other party didn't say much.

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