Wine and Gun

Precisely because of the intuition that the man who is sitting across the table is not to be messed with. Their last cooperation cost this man a lot of money. Natalie smiled hard at him.

"I didn't expect you to come today, sir," she said. "What do you want?"

"It's just a visit on a whim," the man replied, and Natalie didn't believe a word of the lazy, smiling words, but instead made her feel a cold poisonous snake along her back. climbed over. "Of course there is one more question I want to ask you."

He paused, and spoke in a softer voice: "Is there any tall man under your command with a bald head and a large tattoo on the right side from the sun to the cheek; he is twenty-five No. No shift that night - I remember seeing someone like that when I came to your place once?"

Natalie nearly gasped.

Her bar is one of the biggest nightclubs in the Eastside, which means that not only does she have to have a good relationship with gangsters everywhere, but she also has to hire thugs to watch the scene and avoid fights such as rivals tripping over, or young teens who drink too much. troubles and the like. Her thugs are very close to the gangsters, and sometimes they also take on some private work. She has never stopped them, but she just told them not to bring trouble to the bar.

"Uh," she said cautiously, her head instantly bigger at the thought that only a police informant or a Mafia confidant could explain his previous nuanced interest in the Norman Brothers, "...someone is guilty What's the matter?"

The other party shook his head slowly.

Before Natalie's heart fell halfway, the other party's next sentence made her heart rise again, because the other party said: "It's just that although he hasn't done anything yet, he will soon be involved in a fight. It's a big thing - the kind of big thing where the police are willing to spend their time trying to figure things out. By that time, the police may have to check your bar too, and even though you're in a legitimate business, the police patronage will definitely be bad for your business. No good, right? Not to mention, I heard that you are still a place where 'big men' from all over the world like to patronize."

Natalie finally settled down and asked in a low voice, "...what do you want?"

"I want a name," said the other side slowly, as if appreciating her bewilderment. "Give me his name, and it's over—you won't see him again, and the police won't be looking for him."

Natalie easily read the hints he had hidden in this sentence, and a shiver ran down her back.

"That won't work!" There was silence for a while, then Natalie said flatly, "I can't go to something I'm sure it's going to happen for something I'm not sure will happen, even in a place like this, murder Too--"

The more she spoke, the lower her voice, and the wider the smile on the other's face. When her voice was finally weak enough to be engulfed by the music, the other party slowly straightened up. Under the reflection of the pink light, Natalie finally vaguely recognized the mysterious person who hid herself in the shadow of her hat. Has light-colored eyes, but can't see what color it is.

"Ma'am," said the other patiently, but Natalie keenly read a distinct threatening taste in that patience, "trust me, something is bound to happen--as if you knew the moon around As the earth spins, the sun will rise as usual tomorrow, it's all irrefutable. Soon, the police will start investigating a big case, and the case will involve your private thug, and then they will He'll just rush to you and ask you endless questions...so all I've come up with is a quick stop loss plan: tell me his name and no one's going to disturb your life."

Natalie stared at each other steadily.

"Don't be naive," the other party continued to encourage, "You have been in this line for so many years, and of course you are not so kind."

Natalie was silent for a while, then whispered, "What else?"

"Isn't Thomas Norman still dead in the end?" the man said with a smile.

——There is a widespread conspiracy theory in the underworld about Richard Norman and Thomas Norman. Some people do not believe that the two gang bosses were killed by the Westland pianist and the Sunday gardener respectively, they believe that the two were murdered by another rival gang hitman and then blamed their deaths on the piano teacher and gardener. Natalie has heard of this too, but it shouldn't be...

She winced at the smile in his eyes.

Then she was suddenly discouraged and silently leaned on the back of the deck seat, her voice showing indescribable frustration: "The thug's name is Michael, and I will write you his address."

The other party smiled and reached out to take the untouched glass of brandy she put on the table, and raised the glass to greet her with a fake gesture.

"Thank you," he said, with a crisp sound as the empty glass fell back onto the table.

Natalie stared at the drop of water dripping down from the cup, and couldn't help but ask the question that had been buried in her heart. "But what's going to happen?" she asked.

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