Hook.

"I'm not involved in this matter, but I can give you an idea."

"It's okay," John Clay agreed very happily, "The idea came from the criminal mind professor, haha, I feel that I have made a lot of money."

Jim glanced at him and asked him back, "No, how many people are under your command? Why do I think this is so unreliable?"

John Crabbe made an 8 sign.

"Eight hundred?" Jim guessed.

John Clay shook his head.

"Eight thousand?" Jim guessed again.

John Clay grinned a bit, he said.

"Eight. The previous people were all made by the Italian Group and the James Group. Ah, now it's the Moran Group. They have almost been wiped out, and these are the only ones left."

"No wonder you came to me." Jim rolled his eyes, "It's all right, let's do it, you seven and three, and I won't take advantage of you."

"Okay, I like happy people like you." John Clay put his arms around Jim's neck, "Hurry up and give me advice, how can I do this?"

Jim pulled John Clay's arm from under his neck and asked him, "I ask you, where is the Bank of London?"

John Clay went over the location of the Bank of London with his brain, which can even remember the location of the sewers.

The author has something to say: I finally finished the plot and burst into tears.

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