I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 225 I Want to Ask You to Help Me Kill Someone
Santa Fe neighborhood.

late at night.

The lights flicker in the tailor shop like fireflies in the dark.

A man wearing a mask with a pointed mouth paced back and forth in the tailor shop, crossing his hands and putting them down, always looking left and right, anxious and impatient.

Not far from the man, stood Canary Polly.

Canary Polly didn't know who the other party was, but only knew that it was the detective's relationship and wanted to see the godfather.

How absurd is it that a person from Wudu should ask for help from Godfather of Shenbang?

Polly saw the man's uneasiness and said softly,

"The godfather will be here soon."

To calm the other party down, Polly even suggested,

"You can go to the next room to relax, my treat."

The man glared at Polly viciously, held back his anger, and did not speak.

He Field is a family man, will he take care of this kind of dirty street girl business? !

Besides, he, Inspector Field, only prostitutes for nothing, and never gave money!

Who dares to take money from the inspector?
After entering this tailor shop, Field began to regret that he shouldn't have come here. It was a waste of time to do so. An underground godfather is not as powerful as himself, and it is impossible to help him. If he wants to survive, he must take out more the money, or flee the fog
Just when Field's patience was about to run out, there was a crisp bell at the door.

A man wearing a pitch-black mask walked gracefully into the tailor's shop and went straight to the desk.

Field stared at the other party, trying to see some clues from the other party's every move.

He was disappointed.

The man simply sat down without any airs. He took Polly's cigar and waved it casually. Polly left tactfully.

In the tailor shop, only the godfather and Field were left.

The godfather raised his right hand, indicating that Field could start.

Field thought for a while, and said a clichéd opening remark,

"I have a friend."

According to Field, his friend offended the inspector and was treated badly by the other party. Now he must either pay a large sum of money to save his life, or go into exile in a foreign country and want to seek help from the godfather.

Brando's godfather smoked a traditional cigar and asked casually,
"Your friend, are you a member of God State?"

"No."

"Do you believe in the Thirteen Holy Orders?"

"Do not."

"Does he live in the Santa Fe neighborhood?"

"No."

Godfather Brando shook his head,
"That's nothing to talk about, stranger, you can go."

He is the godfather of the Santa Fe neighborhood, not the underground godfather of Wudu, at least not now.

Godfather Brando has no reason to help an unrelated person.

Field stood where he was, didn't leave, and even took a step forward, holding the wooden table with both hands, staring fiercely ahead,

"Listen, I know what kind of tricks you guys are playing. You are just a group of rats and cockroaches living in the stinky ditch. When the sun shines in, you don't have any soil to survive. You are a group of blind bugs!"

Faced with these words, Godfather Brando did not show any anger, and the corners of his mouth even slightly curled up.

"so what?"

The godfather leaned back, flicked his cigar,
"My friend, why are you in the same room with bedbugs?"

Field replied,

"This is a bad decision!"

He went to the doctor in a hurry, treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

He shouldn't be here and listen to Jordan's bullshit.

What can a new godfather from Shenbang help Field?
Is eating out free?

Field doesn't give much money for meals, and doesn't need the godfather's help.

"Then correct the mistake."

The godfather pointed at the door with a cigar, and said lightly,
"It's not difficult for you to walk out of this door, is it?"

"I'm leaving now!"

Field rushed to the door angrily, but calmed down when he actually reached the door.

With his back to the door, the previous anger was gone, and he looked back at the godfather behind the desk, not knowing whether the other party was playing tricks or was really capable.

Field spoke again, his voice indifferent,

"That friend of mine is indeed not from the Kingdom of God, and he doesn't believe in the Thirteen Saints, but he is rich!
As your tribune Luden said, gold is the universal language, you wouldn't say no to gold, would you? "

The godfather knocked on the table, signaling Field to continue.

"That friend of mine may have offended one person, no, two, and I want you to check their origins."

Field asked cautiously,

"price?"

"Five pence."

Field didn't expect it to be so cheap!
Just 1 penny?

He quickly became vigilant. The other party knew that he was a detective, and deliberately used low prices to please him?
If this is the case, Field will no longer have the slightest respect for this shit godfather.

Serious guy.

The godfather said slowly,

"1 penny a word."

Field:
The other party was greedy enough, so Field felt relieved.

He casually reported the names of two Shenbang people, and asked to get the information within half an hour, the more the better!
These two people are also well-known among the people of Shenbang. Field knows both of them. He knows some information about them but is not familiar with them. It is the most suitable test for the ability of the godfather.

The other party couldn't find clues about Field from these two names.

If the godfather can really collect the information of the two Shenbang people within half an hour.
Then, maybe he can really help him!
The godfather rang the brass bell, and a groom walked into the tailor shop, following the arrangement of the godfather, to check the information of the two.

If you want to accomplish this within half an hour, you must have a huge intelligence network and terrifying execution capabilities.
Field didn't think the other side could do it.

After sitting in the tailor shop and waiting for a while, Field stood up, ready to go to the next door to relax.

Anyway, it's still a long time, and he won't take long.

Just as Field was about to go out, he happened to see the groom coming back.

The groom held two stacks of documents in his hand, put them on the table respectfully, and said to the godfather,
"A total of 15410 characters."

Field:? ? ?

1 words?

Are you a document or a newspaper?
1 word 1 penny, that is to say, this information needs 154 pounds 1 shilling!

Field stepped forward quickly, trying to look through the documents, but the groom held them down with his hand.

"Pay first."

He is not a man of God, and the godfather has no obligation to help him.

Field took out a checkbook, wrote down the corresponding money, signed his mistress's name, and handed it to the other party.

After receiving the money, the groom got the acquiescence of the godfather and quit the tailor shop.

Field stood and flipped through the materials worth more than 100 pounds. The more he looked, the more gloomy his face became.

He quickly put down the materials and looked forward with admiration and vigilance - the godfather behind the desk.

"You've proven what you're capable of, Godfather."

Unlike Detective Lei, Field is a real philistine, without any justice in his heart, and is very familiar with the rules on the street.

When he saw the opponent's strength, he immediately changed his words and called the opponent Godfather.

Field bowed slightly,
"Please forgive my previous offense. As a Wudu native, I always have reservations about Shenbang people."

The godfather was a little absent-minded, picked up the wine glass, took a sip,
"You've wasted enough time, for the sake of gold, tell me what you want to do."

Field took another step forward, bowed his body, and whispered,
"I want to ask the godfather to help me kill someone."

The corners of the godfather's mouth twitched slightly, as if thinking of something, he showed a meaningful smile.

"Kill who?"

Field whispered the name,
"Loudon Corleone."

　The waist is flashing, and I can't get up again. I ask for a leave of absence and rest for half a day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)