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Chapter 24 The Deal with the Red Devils (please collect, please recommend!)
"The information of the Brotherhood, as well as the architectural drawings of the textile factory, have been sent to your overseas mailbox."

"Thank you!"

"My dear friend, can I ask why you want to attack the Brotherhood? Of course, it's okay if you don't want to answer. You have to deal with them. I just happen to have something in it."

Locke stood on the balcony, listening to the iconic red devil laughter on the other side of the phone, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Is it a reason for them to seek death?"

"Calculate!"

The Red Devil, who was savoring delicious food somewhere, laughed: "I've read the news about New York."

"Oh, what did you see?"

"Haha, it's a secret, my dear friend."

Locke didn't speak.

I have to say that the Red Devil's laughter is very good from the perspective of a third party, but when you are there, especially when the laughter is directed at yourself, it always gives people a feeling of lack of pumping.

but……

Can't be irritable.

These days, it is too difficult to find a qualified intelligence supplier, especially the kind of supplier who knows everything.

Like that intelligence provider in Texas.

MMP.

He was about to move to New York, but he thought he was so great and threatened him. It was self-evident what the result would be.

Locke never accepts any threats.

after awhile.

The Red Devil also stopped laughing, wiped his lips with a napkin, and got up from the dining chair of someone else's house: "When the goods arrive, send a message, and I will send someone to pick them up."

"Don't forget your 50!"

"Happy cooperation, my friend!"

"Pleasant to work with."

Listening to the blind tone on the phone, the Red Devil let out a laugh, and handed the phone to Deby who was holding a weapon over there. Then, he tilted his head and stared at a man kneeling on the ground in front of him like a gentleman.

next second.

Gunshots came from the room.

Locke hung up the phone very neatly.

He just made a very ordinary transaction.

Simply put.

Tomorrow is Monday, a working day.

The day before yesterday, when Locke put the plan on Monday to deal with the fraternity at work, he asked if the Red Devils had a map of the textile factory or something.

After all, judging from the original plot, the old black slave had a secret escape route.

Time was tight, and Locke was too lazy to go to the New York City Council to steal the construction blueprints.

But Locke has been waiting since the day before yesterday, not for fun, or to be idle and boring, what he wants is a pot, otherwise, why did he wait until the working day to do it.

As a result, when Locke asked about the salesman in the hands of the Red Devils, the Red Devils called.

Locke still feels a little surprised that he dared to start.

Except for the first contact with the Red Devil after chatting with him, other times, when buying and selling information, the salesman under the Red Devil came to connect with him.

After all, for this kind of simple information, the Red Devils have already passed the stage of doing it by themselves.

But Locke seemed to think of something.

The intelligence of any intelligence provider is not blown by the wind, and the intelligence in the hands of the Red Devils is even more impossible.

However, for an assassin organization that is somewhat famous in New York City, and even in the world, the most valuable thing for an intelligence provider is naturally the killer organization's ledger.

The ledger that records the real names of each customer.

but……

The fraternity has existed for a long time, but the old black slave's business of taking orders and killing people for his own benefit should not be long, at most ten years.

After the Red Devil spoke, Locke realized that he had guessed half right.

The Red Devils want the ledger, but not exactly the ledger.

In the words of the Red Devils, he never cheats anyone. The books of a killer organization that has been in the killer business for six years cannot be bought for a mere $50.

The Red Devils offered 50, just wanting one of the pages in the ledger.

Even the Red Devils told Locke which page was on which page of the ledger, including where the ledger was placed in the textile factory.

Okay, it's red devils.

After Locke heard the news, there was not much fluctuation. After all, this is the Red Devils.

And Locke wasn't interested in what was on that page either.

That person's money is used to eliminate disasters for others.

This is the most basic quality of being a killer, and as a qualified killer, Locke naturally possesses it.

You don't tell me, I don't ask, I just want to know how much it is!

not to mention……

With Locke having seen "The Blacklist" for four seasons, you can also imagine the content on that page with your toes, and it must have something to do with his true identity that the Red Devils don't want people to know.

This is not a good question.

Locke is not afraid of anyone, but he is afraid of trouble, especially the trouble of disrupting his quests and saving money to buy Godhead for no reason.

Now that the Red Devils have bid, then give it to the Red Devils.

Customer is god.

Locke went back to the study and opened his overseas mailbox. He saw that the email "I'm not the Red Devil" from the Red Devil's salesman had already been sent.

turn on.

The roster of the fraternity, and even the architectural drawings of the textile mill where the fraternity resides, including how many things have been added after several alterations, are in it.

"As expected of the Red Devils!"

Locke clicked his tongue twice, and sighed: "After all, he is a fierce man who can get the title of goalkeeper of the criminal world in the dark world."

Locke's unparalleled title was taken by himself, but the title of the goalkeeper of the Red Devils is recognized.

There is no comparison.

Locke's researcher opened the blueprint of the textile factory and licked his lips. With this blueprint, it would not be difficult to cook all the people in the textile factory at work tomorrow.

Jingle Bell!
Locke took the mobile phone aside, glanced at the incoming call, and raised his eyebrows.

"Gwen?"

After Locke answered the phone, he asked curiously, "It's so late, are you still asleep?"

It's almost twelve o'clock.

Sure enough, he is a very hardworking student.

Gwen, who was leaning on the bed, smiled, and put the books in her hands together: "Will you take the bus or drive to school tomorrow."

Locke was slightly taken aback: "Does the school have a bus that passes through Fifth Avenue?"

How could he not know?

Fortunately, after the car was scrapped for the first time, he took a taxi to go to school extravagantly.

But even if there is, Locke may not sit, after all, he still likes to make himself more comfortable.

Gwen smiled: "Of course, but if you drive tomorrow, we can go together. I got my driver's license, remember?"

Locke said: "I went with you, of course I remember, but I may be late tomorrow."

"what?"

"Well, regarding the Xingchen Building, I need to get the certificate, but it shouldn't be too late."

The textile factory goes to work at six o'clock.

Go and go back.

The battle ended in an hour, almost seven o'clock, and then I rushed back and drove to get the certificate, and then I went to school, and I should be able to arrive almost before 08:30 of the first class.

Gwen listened, surprised for a moment, then sighed: "Well, I thought you could sit next to me and remind me."

Locke smiled, and then asked curiously, "Didn't George say that he would follow you when you drove on the first day?"

"Dad is working overtime!"

"Ok."

Gwen smiled, said it was okay, and then said: "Dad just left the house, and it is said that he is going to the court to apply for a search warrant, otherwise, we will not be able to catch up with the action tomorrow morning."

Locke: "..."

　Happy weekend, please follow up!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)