Black Snake was the nickname Jonas Malone had given himself in Siberia. Bryant was also the name he had used. In fact, he had used many names.
It was easy to involve enemies in this business, so people generally did not use their real names. Most people gave themselves nicknames and called each other by them.
Because many ivory hunters were fugitives who fled to Siberia, everyone kept their pasts a secret. It was taboo to ask about others in this business.
The scarred young man looked at the photo again and said, "Yes, Black Snake, I know this guy. What's wrong? What do you want with him? "
Li Du said, "Nothing, I just want to get rich with him."
He snapped his fingers, and Brother Wolf opened his suitcase and took out a stack of green dollar bills and put them on the table. Seeing the bills, the people around them breathed heavily.
Li Du said, "Do you have news about him? If you tell me, the money is yours. Of course, the news must be true. "
The scarred young man licked his lips greedily. He thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "I'd like to get the money, but I can't help you."
Li Du snapped his fingers again, and Brother Wolf took out another stack of bills.
By this time, everyone knew that Li Du's visit to Jonas Malone was no good. It was obvious from Li Du's attitude that he did not care about money at all, so it was nonsense to say that he was looking for Jonas Malone to get rich.
Li Du said, "Let's be clear, guys. Communication is so advanced in this world that no news can be hidden forever. You're not the only one who knows about Black Snake. There are others who know. If you're not willing to make the money, someone else will … "
"No, you misunderstand me," the scarred young man interrupted. The scar-faced young man interrupted him, "I never wanted to be a loyal hero. I really wanted to get the money, but Black Viper disappeared after leaving the Ice Tomahawk. If it was a month ago, I could give you some reliable information."
Hearing that, Luo Qun glared at Li Du fiercely. She had come to Siberia two or three months ago.
Li Du took out a stack of US dollars and handed it to him. He said, "Help me ask around. After you get some news about him, I have money waiting for you."
The scar-faced young man suddenly became happy. He shook the money in his hand and said happily, "I'm going to ask my friends for information. By the way, I'll give you a useful piece of news. This guy is different from your photos now."
He asked the bartender for a pen and drew a circle on the left cheekbone of the head in the photo. "It's frozen here. He didn't get surgery in time, so this part of his face is almost gone. If you want to find him, you'll have to find someone wearing a mask or a veil."
It was money well spent. Li Du did not manage to find out about this information.
Money opens the way, and power is limitless.
The day after they went to the bar, the scarred youth contacted Li Du and said that he had news about Jonas Malone.
After meeting in the hotel lobby, the scar-faced youth raised his index and middle fingers and said, "Twenty thousand is not enough. I bought this information with my own money, so I have to double it. Forty thousand, I have to give twenty thousand to a few of my buddies."
Li Du said, "Is the news reliable?"
The scarred youth took out his mobile phone and showed it to him. There was a blurred picture of someone's profile.
Luo Qun hurriedly went up to take a look, gritted her teeth, and confirmed, "It's him!"
As a police officer, she had received professional training in identifying people by photos.
Li Du said, "If the news is true and useful, then I'll give you forty thousand."
The scarred youth was overjoyed and immediately spilled the beans. "Black Snake Bryant, now renamed Black Snake Omaha. After he left the Ice Tomahawk, he formed a gang of his own, called the Prayer Gang."
Speaking of this, the scarred youth laughed. "The Prayer Gang, is this guy crazy? Is he a devout believer? Who is he praying to in that place? God has long since abandoned Siberia! "
Li Du did not interrupt him and quietly listened to his introduction.
After a few sarcastic words, the youth continued, "He is now staying in Evenki. His itinerary is uncertain, but he is not far from the Shiphan-Tunguska River. This picture was taken a week ago, when he was in the Krasnoyarsk area."
Li Du asked, "How can you be sure that what you said is true?"
The youth said, "My name is Pavlod. I can go with you to find him. If you find him, give me forty thousand dollars. If you don't find him, I don't want the money. Is that okay?"
Li Du nodded. This guy was very straightforward.
When he got the news, he called Steve and set off.
It was a long journey from Irkutsk to Krasnoyarsk, and they needed transportation.
There was no need for him to worry about that. Steve had already taken care of it.
After Li Du decided to set off, a motorcade appeared outside the city.
All the cars were of the same style, with tall bodies and thick tires, a bit like an ATV. The bodies were simple, but they looked huge.
The tires of the cars were one and a half meters long, and the full height of the cars could reach two and a half meters, like a small house. When they started, smoke billowed, and they were full of power.
Seeing these cars, the scarred young man, Pavlod, exclaimed, "Oh, my God, where did you come from? That unlucky Black Venomous Snake, who did he offend? "
These cars did not appear on the market. Obviously, they were specially made for the Siberian region. As long as one was not blind, one would know how strong their financial resources were.
To leave the city and enter the wilderness, they had to be careful. No one knew what was waiting for them. Maybe it was wild animals, maybe it was bad weather, maybe it was a desperate man with bad intentions.
Li Du was also prepared. Before leaving, he took out a few large boxes. When he opened them, he found a full set of individual combat weapons.
LWH Marine Corps Lightweight Helmet, FROG fire-resistant head, FROG combat uniform, CDJ soft-shell jacket, OKC-3S bayonet, ILBE backpack system, M4A1 carbine, and ANPRC-152 single unit.
There were eight sets of equipment. Brother Wolf and the others had eight people. Li Du asked them to change into this equipment in case of unnecessary trouble.
Seeing the equipment, a few people whistled.
Madman picked up an OKC-3S bayonet and tested its edge. He said, "Cool, with these guys, I feel like even if we meet the elite Soviet troops, we can still fight them."
Sissy said, "Bullsh * t, without information support, artillery support, and logistical support, even the local militia can beat us to a pulp, let alone the elite troops!"
Madman laughed. "Of course I know, I'm just making an example. But you're too unconfident. With these weapons, we can't even handle the militia?"
Big Ivan said, "The militia here have tanks and artillery."
Madman stopped talking.
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