death of hope

Chapter 325 "Corporate Warrior" (241) Cockroach Nest
The big man had an air of self-possession, and the sound of the bunny killer gurgling and drinking sounded like he was drinking someone's blood.

Boss Hei was terrified, how dare he hide it, he knew everything, when Lynch asked him a question, he could answer ten sentences eloquently, and his desire to survive was immediately full.

After two hours of interrogation, although the truth had not been revealed, many clues were obtained. Lynch, who had been depressed for a long time, finally felt relieved, unscrewed a bottle of sports drink and drank it.

"The harvest is not small, so I asked here."

"How to deal with him?" Sigurd Lifa was really happy for Lynch, and she was finally able to contribute to her lover's revenge.

"Leave it to the old man, and let's not get involved in the affairs of the locals."

Lynch handed over the embarrassing black boss to the bar owner and asked what would happen to him.

"He will pay the price he deserves, but he won't die." Old Jon said: "I will hand over this villain to the people in the neighborhood oppressed by the Black Tiger Gang, put his head on his head and beat him to vent his anger, and then Tie it up and throw it at the gate of the police station."

"This is the end?" Sigurdlifa was puzzled: "This guy has done a lot of evil, why don't you kill him?"

"You are such a good girl, I can see that you have a temperament of hatred and hatred, which is rare in this dark and chaotic world,
But you don't know us yet, York City is a breeding ground for crime, and countless street gangsters are gearing up to replace those black bosses at any time. "Old Jon said helplessly, spreading his hands:

"Tonight, we killed the Malaysian monkey Anthony, which can indeed relieve the hatred for a while, but poor Miss Nancy, the laundryman, will not be resurrected because of this. There are always people who say that justice will be late and will not be absent. It's all fucking bullshit! Justice delayed is not justice.

The only way to save public security in the lower city is long-term patrols and raids. However, the York City Police Department only serves the rich. In our poor and dilapidated neighborhoods, even if there is a fire, the fire brigade is too lazy to come.

If you kill Da Mahouer, in two days, the Black Tiger Gang may elect a more cunning and cruel bastard as the boss, posing ten times and a hundred times the threat to the neighborhood.

It's better to let this vicious dog go and let him lead the puppies of the Black Tiger Gang to bite the dog with the rival Qinglong Gang. "

"So that's it." Lynch raised his thumb after hearing this: "You are wise and forbearing, old Mr. Jon, you are worthy of being the godfather of this block, no wonder those young people respect you."

Leaving the old lame pub, bid farewell to new friends,
The two sorted out the vague clues given by the black boss in the motel, listened to the recording repeatedly, extracted useful information, selected from it, and prepared to start the investigation.

Hei Boss knew about Patricia Lynch, and also knew that there was a conspiracy hidden in the destruction of Pandora.

"The bloodbath of the blind beasts on Pandora is definitely not a natural disaster! It is undoubtedly a man-made disaster!" he said.

Another important piece of information, the black boss heard that Patricia Lynch organized like-minded miners and established some kind of mysterious organization, and he also knew that there was a similar group in York City.

The original words are as follows:

"Big man, I don't know much about Patricia Lynch. I don't live in the mining area. I was an ordinary clerk at the time. I learned from a well-informed reporter that Patricia was a dangerous person, which aroused the attention of Pandora's top management. .

As for Patricia's death... In the mining disaster back then, the people in the mine hastily burned the body of the mine disaster victim on the grounds of preventing the spread of the disease, and urged the family members to hold the funeral quickly. It seemed reasonable back then, but after careful consideration Thinking about it, I felt something was wrong.

And, Patricia has a connection to the other question you asked, you asked me what a cockroach was.

As far as I know, cockroach is a derogatory term for a certain group of people in the upper class. VIP customers in nightclubs will only mention this word after drinking too much. It seems that they usually don’t mention it to outsiders.

I run a nightclub, and I have been with many drinking parties, and I have heard a lot of drunken talk. Cockroaches do not refer to the numerous trade union groups in this city.

Cockroaches have higher, or rather, more dangerous pursuits,
The deputy mayor's nephew said that the cockroaches were terrorists. Some terrorists who called themselves 'communists' were as dangerous as the Jihad Brigade, an extremist religious organization that hijacked starships.

It's the second time in my life I've heard the word "commune," big man, and I guess you're asking when I first heard it.

When he was working at the Pandora newspaper, the editor-in-chief Joel once commented on Patricia Lynch, a miner,

Said that he was the founder of Pandora Commune, and said that this miner would surely achieve a great cause, and his inexplicable analysis made us confused.

The famously outspoken editor-in-chief, Joel Motta, died shortly after in a bizarre car accident,

It was snowing heavily that day, and Joel was walking on the street in front of his house with the Christmas presents he bought for his children. A dump truck that ran a red light and went the wrong way drove straight past, crushing the editor-in-chief of Joel into a puddle of meat. His daughter saw it with her own eyes. After seeing this scene, I got depression ever since.

It was later found out that the driver had an alcohol content of 110 mg per [-] ml of blood. He was imprisoned for a traffic accident crime, and it was only one month since he was released on bail last time.

Christmas is already a holiday. People in the newspaper feel strange about the dump trucks on the street, but no one dares to question it. After all, the editor-in-chief has offended many people because of his outspokenness. Investigate this.

Big man, I don't know how many shady plots are lurking in this, and I don't know exactly what Patricia Lynch's organization is doing, but one thing I can be sure of,
'Cockroaches' and 'communes' refer to the same type of people, the most hated by officials, politicians and capital bosses.

If you want to find clues, you can go to the straw stack bar at 131 San Diego Avenue in Lower York City,

A drunk young master of a media tycoon said that the straw stack bar is a disgusting cockroach nest. "

The next day,

Lynch drove the rented classic Chevrolet to the destination, San Diego Avenue, a slum in the slums of York City, where gang members thought it was too poor to receive protection money.

In order not to attract attention, I went to the flea market in the morning to buy two outfits to match the style of the neighborhood.

Sigurdriefa wore a rustic thick cotton dress with stockings. She also specially put on special makeup to lower her appearance, and braided two big braids. She looked like a firewood girl who had just entered the city.

Lynch himself wore a faded red-and-black check shirt and well-worn suspender jeans that looked like a junk collector, with concealer covering some of his scars so as not to draw attention to himself.

While parking the car, Sigurdlifa complained to him jokingly: "It's not fair that I play an ugly girl and you play a handsome boy."

"Look at my unlucky virtue, can I match up with a handsome boy? Our characters are a pair of country bumpkins who have just entered the city. Unfortunately, the height cannot be eliminated. We still have to be looked at more often."

"Height is indeed a problem, unless...we can get in in wheelchairs."

(End of this chapter)