The information about the Brotherhood and the architectural blueprints of the textile factory have been sent to your overseas mailbox."
"Thanks!"
"My dear friend, may I ask why you attacked the Brotherhood? Of course, if you don't want to answer, that's fine. You have to deal with them, and I have something inside."
Locke stood on the balcony, listening to the iconic Red Devil's laughter on the other side of the phone, with a slight smile on his face: "They are looking for death, is that a reason?"
"Calculate!"
The Red Devil, who was enjoying a delicious meal somewhere, laughed out loud: "I've seen the news from New York."
"Oh, what did you see?"
"Haha, it's a secret, my dear friend."
Locke said nothing.
I have to say that the Red Devil's laughter sounds very good when listened to from a third-party perspective, but when you are there in person, especially when the laughter is directed at yourself, it always gives people a feeling of wanting a beating.
but...
Don't be irritable.
These days, it is very difficult to find a qualified intelligence supplier, especially one who knows you inside and out.
Like that intelligence supplier in Texas.
MMP.
He was about to move his base to New York, but that guy thought he was so great that he threatened him. The result was self-evident.
Locke never accepted any threats.
After a while.
The Red Devil also stopped laughing, wiped his lips with a napkin, and stood up from the dining chair in someone else's house: "When the goods arrive, send a message and I will send someone to pick it up."
"Don't forget your five hundred thousand!"
"Happy cooperation, my friend!"
"It's a pleasure to work with you."
The Red Devil listened to the dead tone on the phone, chuckled, handed the phone to Dembe who was holding a weapon, then tilted his head and looked at a man kneeling on the ground in front of him like a gentleman.
Next second.
Gunshots were heard from inside the room.
Locke hung up the phone decisively.
He just did a very ordinary business.
To put it simply.
Tomorrow is Monday, a workday.
The day before yesterday, when Locke put his plan to deal with the Brotherhood on Monday at work, he asked if the Red Devils had any maps of textile factories or something.
After all, according to 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 government to steal the construction blueprints.
But Locke has been waiting since the day before yesterday until now, not for fun or out of boredom, he wants to kill them all in one fell swoop, otherwise why would he wait until the weekdays to do it.
As a result, when Locke asked the salesperson of the Red Devils, the Red Devils called.
It was still a little surprising that Locke dared to start.
Except for the initial contact and chat with Red Devil, all other times, when it came to buying and selling intelligence, it was the salesmen under Red Devil who dealt with him.
After all, the Red Devils have already passed the stage of doing this kind of simple intelligence themselves.
But Locke seemed to have thought of something.
The information from any intelligence dealer does not come out of nowhere, and the information in the hands of the Red Devil 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 intelligence dealers is naturally the assassin organization's account book.
That account book records the real names of each customer.
but...
The Brotherhood existed for a long time, but the old black slave's business of taking orders to kill people for personal gain should not have lasted that long, no more than ten years at most.
After the Red Devil opened his mouth,
Locke then realized that he was half right.
The Red Devils want the ledger, but not entirely the ledger.
In the words of the Red Devil, he never cheats people. The account book of a killer organization that has been running the killer business for six years cannot be bought for a mere 500,000 US dollars.
The Red Devil offered 500,000 just for one page in the account book.
The Red Devil even told Locke which page the page was in the account book, including where the account book was placed in the textile factory.
Okay, that's very Red Devils.
When Locke heard the news, he didn't react much. After all, this was the Red Devils.
And Locke wasn't interested in what was on that page.
That person's money can help others avoid disasters.
This is the most basic quality of a killer, and Locke, as a qualified killer, naturally possesses it.
If you don't tell me, I won't ask. I just want to know how much it is!
not to mention...
With Locke having watched four seasons of "The Blacklist", he could easily guess what was on that page. It must be related to the Red Devil's true identity that he didn't want others to know.
This is not a good question.
Locke is not afraid of anyone, but he is afraid of trouble, especially the trouble of having his tasks and money to buy godhood disrupted for no reason.
Since the Red Devils have made an offer, just give it to the Red Devils.
The customer is God.
Locke returned to his study and opened his overseas mailbox. He saw that the email from the Red Devil's salesman "I am not the Red Devil" had been sent.
Open.
The fraternity's roster and even the architectural drawings of the textile mill where the fraternity was located, including how many things were added after several renovations, were all included.
"As expected of the Red Devil!"
Locke clicked his tongue twice and sighed: "After all, he is a tough guy who can survive in the dark world and become the goalkeeper of the criminal world."
Locke's peerless title is his own choice, but the title of the Red Devils' goalkeeper is recognized.
There's no comparison.
Researcher Locke opened the blueprint of the textile factory and licked his lips. With this blueprint, it would not be difficult to catch all the people in the textile factory when he went to work tomorrow.
Ding-a-ling!
Locke took the phone that was placed 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 awake?"
It's almost twelve o'clock.
He is indeed a hard-working student.
Gwen leaned on the bed and smiled, closing the book in her hand. "Will you take the bus or drive to school tomorrow?"
Locke was slightly stunned: "Does the school have a bus that passes through Fifth Avenue?"
How could he not know?
Fortunately, after his car broke down for the first time, he still had the luxury of taking a taxi to school.
But even if there was one, Locke might not sit there. After all, he still liked to make himself more comfortable.
Gwen smiled, "Of course, but if you drive tomorrow, we can go together. I got my license, remember?"
Locke said, "I went there with you, of course I remember, but I might be a little late tomorrow."
"ah?"
"Well, regarding the house in Xingchen Building, I need to get the documents, but it shouldn't be too late."
The textile factory starts work at six o'clock.
Go quickly and come back quickly.
The battle ended in an hour, around seven o'clock, then I rushed back to drive to get my ID, and then went to school. I should be able to arrive before 8:30 for the first class.
Gwen listened, surprised for a moment, then sighed and said, "Well, I thought you could sit next to me and remind me."
Locke smiled, then asked curiously, "Didn't George say he would follow you on your first day driving?"
"Dad is working overtime!"
"All right."
Gwen smiled and said it was okay, then said, "Dad just left. I heard he has to go to the court to apply for a search warrant. Otherwise, he won't be able to make it to the operation tomorrow morning."
Locke: "…"