Meiman: Get a Ghost Rider at the beginning

"I don't know." The bearded old Lei took a puff of his cigarette, "I can only say that the income may be huge and will be consistent with it."

"Okay, I just have a month's rest." Roger licked his mouth. He hadn't exercised in a long time. He wanted to exercise more during his break.

"I would like to ask you when the recent exorcist black market transactions will begin."

"Well, it seems to be happening these days. Why, do you want to go? I'll call you and tell you the address then."

"Okay, that's it."

Drop drop drop-

"Well, someone actually called me?" Roger picked up the phone curiously. You must know that he is an orphan. Basically, besides debt collectors, the people who call him are people who issue tasks.

"Hey, Moxi Moxi, ah, who is this?" Neon stayed for a while and made a slight slip of the tongue.

"Hey, is it Brother Jie? I want to ask you for something." A childish voice came from the phone.

Hey, we’re old acquaintances.

"Oh, it's you. What's your name? Little guy, are you asking me to do homework again? That's not good. If you keep cheating, you will become a scumbag when you go to college."

"No, no, it's another classmate of mine. He has something going on and needs your help."

"........."

If word of mouth spreads, can customers introduce acquaintances to expand business?But it’s okay, I can take care of the children’s tasks myself.

Only after accepting it can you have the money to buy a vest. There is no doubt about the importance of the vest.

"Okay, see you at the usual place. This time I'll treat you to a drink. Oh no, I'll treat you to a drink of Feizhai water."

After bidding farewell to the bearded old Lei, Roger swaggered out of the bar.

Looking at the hidden glances around him, Roger stretched out his middle finger, then swaggered onto his motorcycle and left.

And those people were not sure whether Roger had demolished the Continental Hotel. Seeing him running around New York so lively, they were even more afraid to take action.

After some contempt, Roger drove away on his Harley. After arriving at a familiar burger restaurant, he changed into a vest, in order to prevent his reward from harming his small customers.

I walked to the cashier and ordered a few glasses of Happy Fat House water, as well as snacks such as hamburgers and fries, and then brought them to regular customer Jamie and sat down.

"Hey, no need to look, it's me, Brother Jie."

The naughty boy Jamie was looking around. He looked around when he heard a familiar voice. He was stunned for a while and choked out a sentence.

"Brother Jie? Why have you turned so dark? Did you go to Africa to sunbathe?"

Good boy, I don’t even need to explain the vest thing, but there is another little boy with him, who must be the client introduced to him this time.

"As a mercenary and part-time exorcist, it's very logical to have several identities. If you look at the protagonists of espionage games in movies, they all have multiple identities." Roger smiled.

Then he handed the Feizhai water and snacks on the plate to the two of them, took a glass and started drinking.

Well, it was so refreshing. The cold soda flowed into my stomach, and I shivered uncontrollably.

"This is my friend, John Hannah, who is also the client I introduced to you this time." Jamie pointed to the curious-looking kid next to him.

"He is my classmate and the person who issued this mission."

"Oh~" Roger took a sip of the soda, "No problem, John, right? Just call me Brother Jie like him. Is your family in trouble, or are you in trouble?"

The little boy John first looked at Roger curiously, and then when his companion nodded, he scratched his head and said sheepishly: "Well, I don't have much money, and I don't know how much it will cost to hire you to complete a task. "

"Haha." Roger smiled, "Brother Jie, it's not about money, it's about fate. Eighteen thousand fate -"

"Ah!?" The little boy John looked confused and didn't know what it meant.

"Idiot, what Brother Jie said is to use something with commemorative value as a reward, not money. Didn't I tell you before I came here?" Jamie, a good friend on the side, couldn't help it anymore and directly interjected.

"Oh, that's it. Let me show you first." After saying this, the little boy John took out the things in his schoolbag.

Some collector's cards, toys, a mobile phone, and finally a signed photo of a basketball star.

"That's it, this can be used as a reward." Roger pointed to the signed photo. Obviously the little boy liked this photo very much, and it was related to his love of basketball, so the photo showed that the reward was gold.

"Tell me what's going on." Roger took the photo and stuffed it into his pocket under the little boy's reluctant eyes.

The burger clerk in the distance originally planned to call the police when he saw Roger, a charcoal-haired man in a vest, sitting with two little boys. However, he saw the three of them chatting happily and taking out toys.

Although this scene is a bit weird, there are so many people with childlike innocence. As long as they are not criminals, the clerk secretly put down his mobile phone.

Roger didn't know it yet, but he was almost called the police by the clerk as a scammer. If he had known about it, he might not have needed the black vest in the future.

"It's like this. I am also a single-parent family, and my father is a reporter. Some time ago, he went to San Francisco to investigate some matters undercover, and then disappeared."

Well, it’s another tadpole’s mission to find his father.

Then the little boy took out something he found in his father's room. Roger picked it up and looked at it. Apparently, it was another case of smuggling over to work.

The strange thing is that these smuggled workers were all sold without anyone noticing.

By chance, a cleaner found a bunch of wild dogs rummaging through the soil in search of food in a wild field. After driving the wild dogs away, he discovered that they were a bunch of dead people.

They were corpses that had been dead for many days and were rotting beyond recognition. With so many people dead, it was of course the most important thing to call the police.

But here's the problem. After the local police compared all the missing people, they found that none of the bodies matched. There was only one truth, that is, these people were all immigrants.

From the rotting corpse's clothing and body skeleton, as well as the comparison of missing persons in all surrounding cities, it can be determined that it is a foreign stowaway.

But with so many people dead, it was of course impossible for it to be exposed, otherwise it would be a huge loss of face, so the local police blocked the news directly. Since there were no family members of the deceased, the matter was ignored, as if it did not exist.

However, John's father knew about it. As a journalist who had always had firm beliefs, he was angry at the local police for covering up the news. At the same time, he was even more curious about who was killing these migrant workers.

So after collecting a lot of information, I went to a local smuggler in San Francisco to investigate secretly. It was most correct to investigate directly from the source.

The smuggler secretly helped smuggle so many people across the ocean to work. As long as we find out where he sent those people, the truth will be easy to find out.

But people who do this kind of work are not kind people, so his father disappeared like this.

He didn't know whether he was alive or dead, so he called the police, but half of such cross-city cases are handled by the FBI, because first of all, John called the police here, but the missing family members were over there in San Francisco.

So according to the rules, the police station over there is responsible. It's impossible to cross the border and go to other people's territory to handle cases. You have to apply for it, and you need funds for business trips. There are many problems.

And more importantly, the local police station has the power to refuse the FBI's request. In short, this kind of cross-city missing persons case is as troublesome as a mouthful of porridge, and the explanation is unclear.

"You are right to come to me. Obviously the police in San Francisco want to suppress these things, but your father just wants to open their wounds, so they are eager for something to happen to your father, and they are unable to do their job. It is normal not to save him."

Roger used the evidence provided by the little boy John and the information collected by his father, and used his reasoning ability, which he had watched more than 1000 episodes of Death, to deduce the reason at once.

Of course, there is another reason, that is, his father may have secretly investigated the truth or obtained evidence, and then he was discovered by the smuggler and sank directly into the sea.

Of course, you can't say this. It would hurt a child's heart too much.

"I'll leave to find your dad tomorrow. Don't worry, he will be fine. By the way, leave me your phone number. Are you living alone now?" Roger said.

"I live with my grandparents now. This is my home phone number. Just call this number when the time comes." The little boy John directly wrote a number on the note and handed it to Roger.

"Okay, that's it, you guys eat slowly, I'm leaving first." Roger picked up the Happy Fat Home Water, drank it in a few sips, put the empty cup back, then stood up and walked out of the burger shop.

After Roger left, the two little boys gathered together and whispered.

"I'm right. Brother Jie is a good man. He doesn't do things for money. Although it's a bit strange to ask for something with fate as a reward."

The little boy John nodded: "Well, I can see that Brother Jie is a good man. I hope he can find my father soon."

Companion Jamie comforted him, "Don't worry, your father will be fine."

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After Roger came out, he called the bearded old Lei and asked where the nearest black market was. Because sewers extend in all directions, there will be some gangsters from time to time.

So it will be held regularly, but the location will change from time to time. This is also to avoid trouble. There are also many homeless people living in the sewers of New York.

After finding out the location, we prepared for tonight's transaction. The first thing was of course to buy a gas mask. No matter how much we cleaned up the sewers, they still smelled bad.

The second step is to buy a set of chemical protective clothing and oxygen bottles.Roger didn't want to be smelly, especially since there were small animals in the sewers from time to time.

After buying the tools, I returned to my kennel, set an alarm clock and slept until night~

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