Chapter 143 The police have reason to suspect you

Half an hour later, Omer still couldn't get on the bus with peace of mind.

It's not that he was suddenly anxious to go to the address given by Sunday Jingjing, nor was he eager to join Penguin Logistics as soon as he finished talking about the temporary job.

He is just fulfilling his duty as a 'mercenary'.

Penguin Logistics' affairs can be handled remotely. Their headquarters is already on the surface of the Realm Gate District. Otherwise, how could Omo's normal delivery of a large coffin call Texas and the Angels?

People who do normal logistics on the surface, engage in armed escort in foreign lands, and like to play on the nerves of big shots, naturally also need to know the propriety.

When you are just starting out as a mercenary, you need to develop relationships. You have many friends and many paths, not to mention that Penguin Logistics itself represents multiple intersections. Aomo doesn't mind getting a part-time job.

Mostima, who had successfully accomplished his mission, finally said goodbye, and Omo, who had already intended to escape, said goodbye to him.

Both of them were very polite and still maintained a sense of distance.

And until the end, I didn't think there was anything wrong with the two of them pushing a stroller to the supermarket together. I just thought it was easy and troublesome to get along.

It was easy because the two sides could communicate easily, but troublesome was because both of them were very keen. From the beginning of the conversation, they realized that both of them were trying to figure out the truth, so the exchange became a little troublesome.

It would be much better if there was no purpose, right?

We can only look forward to the future and then move in different directions.

Mostima still has to go back and talk to his boss. Today's experience is worthy of a company-organized dinner.

If Mr. Linton had been more decisive and joined directly, he could have come to eat directly without having to buy today's ingredients - it was not convenient for her to say this, as she herself felt that there were several inappropriate interpretations.

It's better not to say anything.

Although it was possible to pick out the three key pieces of information that were quite attractive to Omo, such as 'save money on meals', 'eat a big meal' and 'get to know your boss and colleagues', you couldn't do it today.

Homais had already made up his mind to take this trip, and had bought all the ingredients for dinner in advance, so he didn't have to rush home.

Stuffing the large and small bags into his briefcase, Omer followed the route on the electronic map to the edge of this foreign West End.

The information given by the police was obtained from the tracking of Charles who fled after killing his teacher.

Putting aside the time-consuming and probably ineffective divination and time and space retrieval, the negative energy ritual instruments found at the scene pointed to a certain local gang - this was also what he mentioned in his communication with Sunday Ning Jing.

I also mentioned this matter to Croissant.

However, the bread man's collection of information was just a habit of an information seller.

This was something that had nothing to do with her, and no one hired her to investigate, so naturally she was too lazy to do anything.

Omer was interested in hiring her to collect information on "monster" related topics, but he had better forget about the investigation of this gang.

He does it himself.

He has no doubt that the gangs in this foreign land are connected to each other, just like he complained to Sunday Serenity about whether these gangs have a negative energy monster.

While chasing Charles, the sudden communication from Texas has proven that the gang targeted by David and others is related to Charles, and the scene traces discovered by the police point to another gang with a different name——

——Do you still engage in division of labor and cooperation?

Although it is not uncommon for small gangs to survive together, it also increases the workload of the investigation.

After all, you can't expect that just any stronghold will contain the plan for the entire big project, allowing you to accomplish it once and for all.

So...how many gangs will be involved?

What about the companies above the gangs? How many are there?

Looking at the tall buildings in the distance, at the unfamiliar buildings nearby, and at the dusk scenery that was still far from pleasant after the clouds had finally faded away, Omer was standing silently on a low street.

Thinking in front of the alley.

Smelling the aroma of the food, I also smelled the strange smell of burning items.

Probably some domestic garbage...

Now that technology is so advanced, there are still some residents who will use this primitive and illegal treatment method to save trouble.

This kind of behavior mainly occurs at such inter-city boundaries. The police are not willing to patrol, and residents rarely report it. After all, they have done it to a greater or lesser extent, and have even done some more egregious things.

For example, working with gangsters.

In order to show the gray areas, the laws of Foreign Land are quite broad compared to the surface. It is these loopholes that gangsters exploit to exist.

Because the breadth of the foreign rules is ultimately limited, and once they truly cross the line, they will be cleaned up, so most of them cannot develop real climates, but they are still things that should not exist.

This is not Syracuse, nor is it the Italian region. There is no need for gangs to maintain order on behalf of law enforcers.

The more stable the society, the more gangsters will decline. This kind of thing should only exist in literary creation. The so-called style, majesty, and order are all based on layers of blood. In many cases, even that blood is filthy.

dirty.

With madness, addiction, and sexual abuse.

So someone once said: I have no sympathy for people who are gangsters in foreign lands.

They lurk in the corners of order, hide at the borders of the city, and mingle with the residents at the bottom. They seem to be relying on and supporting each other, but in fact they are exploiting and oppressing them.

Even the so-called mixing together is just a terminal illness after the parasitic relationship has developed for too long.

But precisely because of this, he has to be careful of those 'ghosts' who are either ignorant or depraved.

Low alleys, unfinished houses, mixed housing, and even dilapidated shacks built with plastic boards, everything here speaks of dilapidation and backwardness, and in such places, they are usually accompanied by exaggerated population density.

There will be many people here, a mix of good and bad.

If you pay more attention, you will always notice how they get along with gang members. Those who are bullied do not necessarily mean they are against the gang, and those who are rewarded do not necessarily gain trust.

Too much trouble……

Stepping on a broken wooden board spread out in the water, Omer stared at the mess and filth on it, then looked at the low bricks on one side and the building wall on the other side that seemed to be only a few meters away.

There were some exaggerated and unique graffiti on the wall of the building, and some conversations that concerned him came from the house.

"Is it time to change shifts and eat? The police won't come to see us anymore."

"Come on, the boss said it's been quite tense these days, so we need to be more careful."

"Hey, what's there to be nervous about? It's just a few broken earth altars. I tell you, you won't continue to look at them tomorrow, right? Our brothers are planning to go to the Derby Stadium to see it. It's worth the gambling money."

"Hmph, forget it, I'll bring you food later."

The footsteps that obviously received no response moved away quickly, leaving only one person still in the room.

The man's breathing was very steady, and his mentality was also very steady. He obeyed the orders honestly and stared at the altars. Only after the footsteps of his companions faded away did he think of the black-haired horse girl he had bet on.

"You've already made a bet, so why bother to look at it? It seems like you're not confident in your own vision."

The man sighed.

This was just talking to himself without expecting a response from others, but he did hear a response:

"Visibility needs to be developed step by step. Horse racing is not like a game that you can buy without clicking on it, sir." "Who!"

The unfamiliar low vibrato almost instantly made the young man turn his head, but his turning met the biggest obstacle - something was holding his face, and the cold and hard feeling had a strange warm line.

.

It's uncomfortable and weird.

But he didn't dare to resist, because he could clearly see the outline of the five fingers of the thing holding his face.

Those were silver claws that definitely did not belong to humans. They had thick layers of horn and sharp, knife-like fingers. They were gently resting on the front of his cheek.

He had no doubt that if he moved even a little bit, a line of blood would seep down the bridge of his nose and forehead.

I don't have the money to implant any kind of prosthetic filler in my face... He couldn't help but hold his breath.

"Don't get excited, and don't try to sound the alarm. In fact, you can feel it, right? I don't think I need to say anything more."

Intimidation does not need to come from bloody threats, but only from fear itself. When the cold murderous intention and violent murderous intent are conveyed behind him, the man has no doubt that besides the monster behind him, there are other terrifying things.

thing.

"I'm going to ask a few questions. As long as you cooperate well, everything will be fine. I believe the reward for your 'work' here is not worth your efforts, right?"

Cold, but with a little bit of heat, this contradictory feeling has always been there.

From his face, and then from his back, it seemed as if there was a refrigerator behind him, and someone had put a full-power heater in the refrigerator.

But compared to this feeling, the other party's gentle but strange voice made him stiffer.

What kind of salary can the bottom of the gang negotiate? What really makes him stick to it is his own habits and the ideals mentioned by the boss.

When he thought this, he suddenly asked: "Or is it that the 'boss' can give you some exciting promises? I'm guessing."

"...What do you want to ask?" He asked without tilting his head, enduring the strange feeling of being pressed on the side of his face.

"Relax, I have several questions and I plan to answer them one by one, so it is important to speak clearly and fluently. Relax."

"So first of all, who did you bet on?"

"What?" The young man thought he heard wrongly.

"Which horse girl should you bet on? Why bet on her? This is a new question. You must answer it seriously."

"The Shrine in the Sky."

"Well, the dark horse in the Oaks race suddenly came out and surprised everyone. What's even more surprising is that he signed up for the Triple Crown and the Classic Triple Crown at the same time. It was really an overly bold decision."

It can even be said to be deviant.

Because the current default for competitions is to reduce training volume in preparation for competitions, it is more important to do a good check-up and maintain physical fitness after the competition, rather than immediately participating in a new competition a few days later.

This kind of "deviant" is probably very popular among young people who are mixed in black.

"Yes, so I bet she can do it this time too."

"Is that why?"

"Just because of this, what's wrong?" The young man began to wonder if he had said something wrong and caused dissatisfaction, although there was no emotion or anger in the other person's question.

"No, it's nothing. It's very direct and pure. I'm starting to look forward to your answer later."

"…you say."

"Those jars."

"Wha...what?"

The topic suddenly jumped to the jar that the boss asked everyone to take care of. The young man didn't even react, but he noticed a little pressure on his face.

"Those jars, tell me about their origins, what your 'boss' hopes to do in the future, and talk about what you know. Remember what I said, and speak clearly and fluently."

"This will allow you to eat the food brought by your good brother on time, right?"
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