Chapter 653: Blacksmith 4600 Words Please Vote for Me!!!

“It’s me. →” After Kai made a few phone calls and asked someone to check Samantha, he picked up his personal phone and called Frank. “Are you still looking for trouble with the Irish?”

Frank gave a positive answer of course.

“Then stop for a while. You scared others, and someone called the police. Don’t bother with Grotto anymore, he’s just a small character. By the way, you won’t just remember to arrest him, right? Did you find out anything?”

Kai has no interest in a gangster like Grotto. Frank might be interested, but now that the person is in the hands of the police, even if Frank looks at Kai’s face, he will be patient. Anyway, it’s not too late to kill him next time.

“I did find something.”

“Tell me about it.”

Kai picked up the coffee that Misty brought and took a sip. Damn, it was cold and bitter. Kai never liked coffee, but the American liked it very much and wanted to drink it anytime and anywhere. I don’t know what’s wrong with him.

"They were able to catch me because they got the news in advance. The news came from a supplier."

"Who?"

"I don't know..." Frank said depressedly. "You acted too quickly that day and killed their boss directly. The rest are just minions and don't know much."

"Is that so..." Kai was a little embarrassed. He didn't think so much at the time. "It's okay. Look for more gangs that buy powder. Since they are suppliers, there is no reason to do business with only one. You can always find that guy."

In the business of buying powder, there are not many suppliers, and no supplier only trades with one downstream because the risk is too great. So it is not difficult to find a supplier. You can definitely find more downstreams who sell powder.

"I know."

"By the way, don't make a big noise. Let me be quiet for two days."

"I know." Frank hung up the phone. He didn't want to listen to Kai's beeping.

"Tsk... so rude."

Kai pouted and put down the phone. He called his secretary in.

"Misty, I'll be gone for a while. Don't wake me up if you're fine later."

"Got it!" Misty was still full of energy. This girl was injured before, but it wasn't serious. She was just scratched by a bullet. Seeing that the bureau was short of manpower, this girl came back to work with the injury. Although she can only do clerical work, she can help everyone share some of the work.

Kai picked up a blanket, wrapped himself up, then put down the backrest and fell asleep on the office chair.

At this moment, No. 175 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan Island, is located in a triangular block where 23rd Street, Broadway Avenue and Fifth Avenue intersect. This place is called the Flatiron District. A car stopped nearby, and a handsome man in decent clothes came out. He was carrying an old-fashioned suitcase in his hand, with a top hat and coat, which was a bit like an American gentleman during the Prohibition period.

The man walked into the Continental Hotel located here with a suitcase.

The Continental Hotel is a historic hotel. About 110 years ago, this hotel was located here. → But surprisingly, in this commercialized society, this hotel still adheres to a very old style. They never use computers or other high-tech, and all check-in procedures are handwritten. They don't even want to play GG. In their words, they will use the best service attitude to make every guest feel at home!

But this society is always so strange. The more different it is, the more people will pursue it.

In short, this very stylish hotel can always attract some highly respected guests.

"Welcome to the Continental Hotel, sir. Do you have an appointment?"

The shape of this hotel is very interesting. It is a triangle, so after entering from the gate, the reception hall inside is not large. There is only one person at the reception desk, a tall and thin black man, who is meticulously dressed in a suit and wears glasses, giving people an extremely professional and rigorous feeling.

"Appointment?" The man tilted his head and looked a little confused.

"Sorry, sir." The black man spoke with a little tongue-twisting sound. I don't know what accent it is, maybe a French accent? "Our hotel is a membership system. If you don't make an appointment in advance or don't have membership, we will not accept you."

"Is that so." The man nodded thoughtfully, but then he changed his tone: "What will happen if I insist on staying?"

The black man's expression did not change at all, but he still said very politely: "Sorry, this does not comply with our regulations."

"My name is Hannibal." The man said softly: "Of course, my original name is not this, but other people call me that, I think it sounds nice, so I called it this name."

The moment the man said his name, the originally quiet reception hall became even quieter.

The black man who had always seemed very professional also changed his face.

Hannibal.

This name may not appear frequently, but there is no doubt that his name is absolutely famous. And he is a lunatic! An extremely dangerous lunatic!

The black man swallowed his saliva, and then said calmly: "Mr. Hannibal...Excuse me, what...do you need any service?"

Hannibal did not answer him in a hurry, but stepped back a few steps and took a deep breath.

"Suck...ha."

He seemed to be enjoying it, but this attitude made everyone present feel a chill. You know, this is a madman.

"You know, human souls have a taste. What demons like most is human souls, but their preferences are completely different." After speaking, Kai turned and walked towards the door. He gently closed the hotel door, and then Locked. "Some demons like pure souls, because purity is like sweetness. No one can refuse sweetness, and the same goes for demons. Some souls are full of sin. That kind of soul is like pepper, so exciting that it is difficult to eat. But some demons can't stop being stimulated."

At this time, everyone present already felt that something was wrong.

Many people had drawn their guns.

The Continental Hotel does not allow the use of force.

But no one thought that Hannibal, a madman, would abide by such rules.

"The Continental Hotel does not allow the use of force! Mr. Hannibal, there is no conflict between us. I don't want unnecessary misunderstandings between us!"

Snap!

The last lock on the door was closed by Kai.

"Misunderstanding? No, no, no. There is no misunderstanding. I'm just here to find you." Hannibal put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked to the front desk: "Haven't you heard of my legend? My hunting targets will only target those People who are full of sin. Like I just said, some demons like souls that are full of sin.”

When the black man saw this scene, he knew there was nothing he could do, so he pulled out his gun, pointed it at Hannibal, and pulled the trigger.

Other guests also shot at the same time!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

A dense rain of bullets was fired at Hannibal, and almost instantly, Hannibal was beaten into a sieve.

For about three minutes, those present probably fired more than thousands of rounds.

Only when the gunfire gradually died down did everyone recover.

Looking at Hannibal still standing, everyone still felt a little unreal. This... is it over?

But just when everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly Hannibal's body moved.

"Oh...this suit is very expensive...I quite like it."

Hannibal's magnetic voice was like a reminder to the demons in hell to other people's ears.

"This, this, this... what kind of monster is this?!!!"

"Calling others monsters... is really rude." Hannibal rolled his eyes at the person who shouted that sentence, and then laughed again: "But it's okay, now there are two real monsters coming to greet you. !”

Along with Hannibal's words, wisps of dark smoke floated out from the bullet holes all over his body.

The dark fog gathered and formed a huge, sticky black mass that was still surging.

Sudden!

Blood red eyes opened from the black mass!

"Go on, be good and eat cleanly. Otherwise it will be troublesome to clean up."

roar! ! ! !

Hannibal responded with two violent roars!

Then...the Continental turned into hell. The roaring and wailing sounded throughout the night, but surprisingly, no one outside felt anything about it.

All night long, no one left the hotel.

…

Kai slept for a few hours. Was woken up.

"Director!" Misty suppressed a smile and reported the situation to Kai: "This little fat guy Fudge is very courageous. He dares to fight even the people in the District Attorney's Office? He also has to call the federal prosecutor for consultation, haha. Samman Shah’s face is going to be blackface.”

Kai had a question mark on his face: "Isn't she black?"

"Oh, I'm just describing it. Besides, she's not a pure-blooded black person. She's mixed-race, and she's relatively white." Misty suddenly became confused.

This is probably what happened. At the beginning, Fergie planned to give Samantha a good impression. After all, for lawyers, if they can have a good relationship with prosecutors, it will be very helpful to their careers. In the American judicial circle, If you want to develop, connections are very, very important. Don’t you see, the legacy of federal justices is full of the legacy of masters?

All in all, Fergie certainly started out with good intentions.

But facing Foggy who greeted him with a smile, Samantha was not interested in listening to his self-introduction at all. After interrupting his self-introduction, she ordered her assistant to take Grote away. Yes, she was giving instructions to her assistant, not to Fudge, as if she was sure that the young lawyer would never dare to oppose her.

As a result...she was slapped in the face.

Fergie realized that the other party was trying to bypass him and take Grote away, and immediately rebounded strongly.

He took out the legal provisions stating that the district attorney had no right to intervene in witness protection operations, and threatened Samantha to take her illegal operation to the federal prosecutor. Samantha's expression at that time was extremely exciting, and her face turned black. It's all doubt and confusion.

She never expected that a stupid young lawyer would dare to confront her. What she did was definitely an illegal operation, but most young lawyers would not dare to confront the chief prosecutor, otherwise they would be tormented by the prosecutor's office and become insane. Lawyers in the United States have more of a cooperative relationship with the district attorney and police than a confrontational one. Many barristers are not simply high in defense, but have deep connections within the two parties, and can easily accomplish things that other lawyers cannot.

For example, if a junior lawyer cannot bail someone out, a senior lawyer can. A junior lawyer cannot reach a plea bargain with the district attorney, but a senior lawyer can. As long as he is paid enough, a senior lawyer can easily get his client out of the police station and the district attorney, and this is completely legal. On the contrary, if a lawyer offends a senior executive of the district attorney's office, the other party will put him on the blacklist of the district attorney's office, and the lawyer will have to exhaust his energy in every lawsuit in the future. Not to mention that most district attorneys have close relations with the police department, who let them arrest suspects and convict them one by one, and there are even more people who are transferred from the police department to the district attorney.

It is really irrational for Fergie to do this.

Samantha is going crazy, but Kay is fine. Others have a powerful background and even the president knows them, so she has no way to fight back. But who is Fergie? In fact, Samantha doesn't know who he is at all! But this kid really caught a big handle.

"Ha! This kid is brave." Kai has always had a good impression of Fergie. Although Fergie looks festive and speaks and acts cheerfully, he is also a good person with a bottom line and a sense of justice. And now, he is more optimistic about him.

Misty also nodded in agreement. Misty always remembered Samantha's rudeness to her before, but she was not Kai. When facing Samantha, she would still be short of breath subconsciously. Even with Kai's support, she didn't dare to really do anything to Samantha. Now seeing what Fergie did, she immediately liked Fergie more.

After being scolded, Samantha "allowed" Fergie and the other two to participate in the case with great frustration.

She could settle the score later, but she really didn't have the courage to do it now. She was going to be a big shot, and she didn't want to die here with Fergie, a young man. In fact, there were too many accidents for this matter, and she really didn't want to add any more variables.

"What's going on now?"

Misty shrugged and said, "The case has been handed over to the 22nd Precinct."

"Is that so... forget it. You go and tell them to do whatever they want, but don't cause trouble in my jurisdiction. If something goes wrong... humph, that woman should know that the consequences of my anger are not something she can bear."

Misty nodded excitedly and said happily, "Got it, I'll call now!"

Kai shook his head and stopped paying attention to this matter.

He was more curious about what the relationship between Samantha and Frank was.

But it was so unfortunate that he just put this matter aside and Brett knocked on the door and came in.

"Boss, this is Grotto's interrogation record."

"Oh." Kai took it casually and threw it aside. He really had no interest in this kind of minions.

Brett originally wanted to leave because Kai was not interested in these things, but there was something he felt he needed to say.

"Anything else?" Kai saw Brett was hesitating there, and knew that there was definitely something.

"Yes." Brett organized his words and said, "During the interrogation just now, Grotto said something that I think needs to be reported."

"Oh? Then tell me?" I have nothing else to do, so it's not a big deal to listen.

"Yes! Grotto said before that the Irish had been buying goods from a dealer."

"Huh?" Kai was immediately interested. He was just checking the supplier behind the Irish, and now there is news?

"Grotto has never seen this dealer, but Grotto has heard from their boss that this dealer has a very powerful background. Not only is the volume of goods shipped large, but the source of goods is also very diverse, there are goods from everywhere, but most of them come from Afghanistan."

Everyone is familiar with the three major sources of drugs in the world. The Golden Triangle, the Golden Crescent, and the Silver Triangle. Due to geographical reasons, the supply channels of these three places are relatively fixed. The Golden Triangle focuses on Asia, the Golden Crescent mainly supplies Europe, and the Silver Triangle mainly supplies North America.

But can large quantities of Golden Crescent goods be supplied to the United States?

Let alone the cost issue, there are too many checkpoints to go through in the middle, and it is not worth it at all.

This is a problem.

"What's the name of the dealer?"

"Grotto doesn't know the name, only the code name. Blacksmith, his code name is Blacksmith!"

"Blacksmith?"

Kai has heard of this name before, in Los Angeles.

Kai immediately picked up the phone and called Los Angeles: "Hi, Troy. It's me, Kai. Please go to the prison to find the boss of the Irish gang. I need to know something. Well, the sooner the better. Well, you ask him for information about the blacksmith. Tell him, tell me the information about the blacksmith, and I will guarantee that he can live safely after he is released from prison. The one who drove him to Los Angeles

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