The vest magic changes the earth

The person Allen is looking for today is Lital, which is not his real name. He has a Latin name, Leander, which means lion in Latin.

But in a place like Hell's Kitchen, it doesn't matter if you have a good name.Even if the scumbags are named Yawei, it can't change the fact that they are scumbags of the society.

Therefore, not many people know the name of Leander, which has a profound meaning. Everyone calls him "Littal", which is a derogatory name for an Italian in French.

Lital's left foot was injured in a firefight when he was young, and he walked with a limp, so he couldn't do street work.He became a news dealer by relying on the contacts he had accumulated before. His news was accurate, he was tactful and knew current affairs, and he was actually doing well and his business was booming.

Litar's first hobby is drinking, and Allen went to a store to bring him a few bottles of spirits.

He walked along the small streets and alleys of Hell's Kitchen, his nose lingered with the sour smell of stinky water and fermented products, and the surrounding walls were full of colorful graffiti, greeting the families of passers-by with teeth and claws.

Allen noticed that there were still a few young people lying on the corner of the street, including African-Americans and Hispanics, with fascinated expressions, and it was obvious that they were above.

Familiar with the atmosphere, he sighed in his heart. When he first came to New York, Allen was even more embarrassed than now. He almost came to this international metropolis with the so-called unfounded detective dream.

He had no connections and no money at the time.Generally, he is not found in rape cases, and he can only do some work in the gray area. The advantage is that the money is quick, and the disadvantage is that it is more dangerous.As a result, he spent a period of time in Hell's Kitchen, and Litar also met during this time.

Relying on his tall figure and fierce expression, Allen pushed back several punks with opposite faces who were ready to move, and finally walked to Lital's house.

He slammed the door a few times, Litar should be able to hear it as long as he is not drunk to death.

"Hey buddy, alive?" he yelled inside.

After knocking for about five or six minutes, Allen's hands were numb, and a burly man slowly came to open the door.

He smelled of alcohol, had puffy eyes and thinning brown hair on top of his head.As soon as he opened his mouth, he greeted the immediate family members of the knocker.

"I must kiss your ass hard with my shoes, what are you doing?" Litar said with misty eyes.

Alan was overwhelmed by the alcohol smell from this mouth, and took a step back.

"Litar, I asked you something."

Only then did Lital open his eyes to look at him, his alcohol-soaked brain slowly realized who it was, and he said impatiently: "Okay, come in. You really know how to pick your time."

"When did I come to you and you weren't soaked in wine?" Allen retorted.

"Well, no." Lital shrugged, sat down, and let Alan sit on the dirty little sofa opposite him.

Allen put the prepared wine on the table.

"Tell me, what's your business?" Litar glanced at the wine, obviously satisfied.

Allen leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, looking directly into Littal's eyes, a posture that can make people look sincere.

"I want to ask some news. You should have seen it in the tabloids. It's about the theft of Capet's private house. Is there any movement here now?"

Littal smiled, "Mr. Simmons, you haven't been with us for too long. How can news of such a person spread in the gutter like us that he can steal Capet's things without a trace."

Allen didn't bother to believe his nonsense at all. Although the mice in the gutter had no status, no one noticed.Every time there is trouble, they are also the fastest runners.

"Littal, come on. Have you heard anything about this?"

He added, "The price is negotiable."

Litar smiled even more proudly, the fat and creases on his face were trembling.

"Well, I did hear something, I'm not sure it's related to the theft."

He stretched out his fat five fingers and shook Alan.

Allen stared at him.

"Man, it's not worth the price. You said it yourself. It doesn't have to do with the theft."

"You should be more aware of the value of this ring and the reward Capet can give than me. If I can be sure, the news is not just the price." Lital smiled treacherously, "Master Simmons, take pity on me For us poor people, this number cannot be lowered.”

Allen gritted his teeth, counted out five green banknotes in front of Lital, and put them on the table, "Say it quickly."

Lital scratched the banknotes with his eyes, "I heard that the big-haired Black Blood Alliance on the East Street has made a lot of money recently. I heard that they got a good deal and sold it. Just buy it in Cape Before that ring."

"Black Blood Alliance?"

"A new ruthless character who just rose recently. It's normal for you not to know. I heard that their boss has a lot of connections in the sea. We all know that there are many good things hidden in the sea."

"What does that have to do with theft?"

"I haven't finished yet." Litar said: "Their things are not coming from the right way, in fact, it doesn't matter, but it is obvious that this ring came from someone they can't afford to offend, and their boss ran away after getting the money Way to go. Right now, the Black Blood Alliance is still vying for this position."

"Do you suspect that the original owner of the ring did it?"

"I didn't say it. Well, that's all for my news, these sweethearts are mine." Litar impatiently reached out and grabbed the banknotes on the table, spit and nodded.

Allen nodded without asking any more questions, thanked Litar and left.

Litar sat on the sofa, laughed twice, opened a bottle of wine and downed it.

He was so drunk on the sofa, his eyes were foggy, a bottle was soon emptied, and he threw it on the shiny black carpet on the ground, his alcohol-numbed brain was so muddled that he even had hallucinations.

Litar saw a beautiful woman appear in his house and sat down on the opposite sofa.She had a slender figure, with affectionate eyebrows and eyes, and her blond hair shone under the light. The beauty in the hallucination smiled at him.

Litar felt as if his whole body had been electrified, and his hair was numb. He stretched out his fat body, wanting to hug that beauty.

Then he felt something cold and hard against his forehead.

"I heard that you are the most well-informed here? Ask for information, and buy it with your life." The beauty's red lips slightly raised.

"What do you want to ask?" Litar's wine was half sober in an instant, he was extremely obedient, and knowing how to assess the situation is the basic requirement for staying here.

"I heard that Capet, a rich man in New York, lost a ring. Is there any news?"

Litar cursed inwardly, why did he come here to find this broken ring.With a smile on his face, he repeated the message to Allen, and added some of his sources in the middle to increase his credibility.

After listening to the beauty, Wei Wei fell into deep thought.

"That's all I know, can you let me go?" Litar begged.

"Of course. Last question, the price is the same as above. Has anyone else inquired about this?"

Lital hesitated for a moment. If the basic principle of this business is not to disclose the buyer's information, if it is revealed, he will not have to mess around.

"A lot of people have asked these questions recently. Capet spent a lot of money to find a group of private detectives."

"name."

He hesitated for a moment, raised his eyes to look at the dark muzzle of the gun, and said it anyway.

"...the last one, Alan Simmons."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but the woman seemed to smile when she heard the last name.

"I'm very satisfied, so you're lucky." The woman said with a smile, and retracted the gun again, "I will come to you again."

Litar's eyes dazzled, and the woman disappeared again.

"Damn it..."

Litar looked terrified.

......

Allen walked down the block, thinking about what to do next, and the best way to get more news was to go to the Black Blood League.

But...he really didn't want to go, the red-eyed gangster couldn't do anything, so he had to think of a safe way.

Allen thought about it for a while, and he only had one gun alone, which was not safe enough.He should go back and take a long-term view, well, this is a sensible choice.

He followed the path out of Hell's Kitchen again.

Tomorrow the private detectives will meet to exchange information. I hope that Mr. Capet will be reimbursed for today's information because he is so rich.

When he returned to the small office, the fat cat had already fallen asleep.Lying on the only sofa cushion in the office, sleeping soundly, rubbing cat hair all over it.

Hearing the sound of Allen's return, it shook its ears.

"Is there any gain? You won't have much time to meet such a fierce thing."

"A little news, you can go out with me tomorrow." Allen said, he thought about it, maybe it would be safer to bring the fat cat related to the mysterious world.

The hair on the fat cat's tail stood up, "You don't even buy me cat food, don't even think about it!"

"There is no salary advance in the world!" Allen refused it sternly, and then he continued, "Tomorrow I will go to the Capet Mansion, which is a famous rich man in New York, with industries all over New York and Europe. Are you still worried about his Isn't there anything delicious in the kitchen?"

"Really?" Fat Cat's eyes lit up.

"Of course, you'll know when you go. Mr. Cape should provide food to the detectives out of courtesy, and you can find the kitchen with the servants," Allen said.

Of course, it doesn't matter whether you give it to the cat or not.

He added silently in his heart.

"But...cough, I will accompany you tomorrow, stupid human being." The fat cat licked its paw expectantly.

"By the way, how did you get into the firm's office? I locked the door before I left." Allen suddenly remembered.

"Stupid, it's rare to open the door to beat me?" Fat Mao gave him a sideways glance. "Also, the cat food you bought is terrible, change it! I want cat food that meets my requirements!"

"Cough." Allen felt a little guilty, and moved away a little bit, "Tomorrow I will change."

It’s impossible for you to want to eat the same kind, he said to himself, it’s the almost expired cat food for stray cats scattered at the intersection of the block by the nearby pet shop, one kind at a time, and I went to collect it specially.

Of course, Fat Cat couldn't let Fat Cat know about this.