Luke glanced at Weasel and said casually, "If it's possible, have your friend prepare a notice to close down for a month. Send it to this Nun Margaret's bar tomorrow morning after work."
John didn't waste any time and directly repeated the words to the person on the other end of the phone.
Weasel looked at them hesitantly.
He had connections in the ATF, and wouldn't be intimidated by Luke's empty words.
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Luke and his friends didn't leave. They continued chatting and drinking Coke.
Five minutes later, Weasel's phone rang.
He looked at the caller ID and his heart skipped a beat.
He took a few steps away and picked it up. He heard the person on the other end say, "You stinky rat. You don't want to do business anymore. How dare you provoke the Detective Bureau?"
Weasel lowered his voice. "What happened?"
On the other end of the phone: "Just now, my boss told me that if I can't solve your problem tonight, I'll solve your bar tomorrow."
Weasel: "… The ATF isn't under the jurisdiction of the Detective Bureau."
On the other end of the line: "Don't you think so? The caller was John McClane. Don't tell me you've never heard of him? Can you afford to provoke this jinx? Listen to me, hurry up and call the other party to settle this matter. Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to personally send you a closure notice tomorrow morning. "
After saying that, the other party hung up the phone.
Weasel put away his phone and took a deep breath. He turned around and suddenly smiled warmly. "Okay, this is my problem. I'll refund you all the money. How about that?"
Luke chuckled and shook his head. "I'm a man of rules. So, you can keep the money and give me a list of 100 real goods. "
Weasel smiled bitterly. "Where can I get that much for you?"
Luke said, "I believe you're capable. Good luck."
Saying this, he beckoned John and Joe, and the four of them got up to leave.
Wade, who had been watching silently for a long time, suddenly said, "Wait."
Luke looked at him.
Wade was reluctant, but he still said, "Well, there might be some mistakes on the list I gave you …"
Luke smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "It's fine. We're old friends. Consider this my commission. Thank you for introducing Weasel to me."
Wade was overjoyed. "Ah, that's great. Boss, next time you want to meet someone, you can look for me. "
Luke nodded. "Of course I will if it's necessary."
Wade didn't notice that when Weasel heard their conversation, the way he looked at him changed. Good boy! So you were the one who lured these unlucky stars to me. Just you wait!
On the other side, Luke and the other three left the bar and walked two hundred meters while talking and laughing. They found a small bar that was clearly much more formal and average. They went in and ordered more drinks.
John and Selina didn't ask why Luke wanted to deal with Weasel, or what deal he had with Weasel and Wade.
They were all veteran detectives, and all of them had a few undercover informants in their hands.
There was a lot of work in the Detective Bureau, and few people were interested in digging up other people's cases. It was a thankless task, and it was a waste of character.
This bar was much quieter than Weasel's, and the four of them sat in a secluded corner.
After the drinks were served, Luke raised his beer and clinked it with John and Joe. "Thank you for your trouble today. Without you, it would've been hard for me to deal with that scoundrel. I owe you one. "
John shrugged. "It's just a verbal threat. It's nothing."
Although that was what he said, Luke didn't take it seriously.
If the ATF called Weasel and put pressure on him, John would have to use a favor.
Whether or not the suspension notice would be issued was just a matter of the favor.
After the pleasantries, John said in a low voice, "Luke, what do you think of Norman's case?"
Pondering for a moment, Luke said frankly, "The boss asked me what I thought, but I didn't take it."
John was surprised. "You're not afraid of Norman, are you? You really don't want to investigate the case? "
Luke pondered for a moment.
John glanced at Joe.
Both of them drank quietly and didn't rush him.
Luke thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't want to get involved."
John asked, "What's the problem?"
He didn't think Luke was a coward.
Luke sighed. "If we investigate this case, some people will only think that we're meddlesome. Don't forget, Norman has people above him. "
John and Joe's expressions turned serious. They looked at each other again and nodded. "You mean …"
Luke took a sip of his beer and said, "Now, Norman is in someone else's hands. As long as we investigate this case, this person will commit suicide or go missing. At that time, what reason will we have to continue investigating? "
John and Joe shook their heads with bitter smiles.
They were old detectives. How could they not know that? They just wanted to see if Luke had any other ideas.
Looking at them, Luke said, "Does anyone in the DEA know what Norman is doing? A lot of people definitely do. If Norman dies, we'll replace someone else as the team leader, and everything will go back to normal. "
Looking at John's gloomy expression, Luke said with a smile, "Alright. We're not hoping to get promoted. If we find out, the most we'll be able to do is raise the price of drugs in New York by 5%. In less than two months, it'll be as if nothing happened. "
John took a sip of his beer and said unhappily, "Why do you have to make it so clear? I don't have any ideas. "
Luke gestured at the four of them. "Because we're just police officers investigating cases, not bigshots in offices. If you really want to deal with Norman and the others, it's more reliable to transfer them to the IRS. But do you understand ledgers and reports? "
Everybody looked at each other and shook their heads with bitter smiles.
Oftentimes, internal problems were far more difficult to deal with than external enemies.
Skipping the heavy topic of Norman and the DEA, the four of them chatted about other interesting things in the police department.
"According to a brother on patrol, he saw the boss treating a beautiful woman to a meal at a high-end restaurant …"
"What? Does a director deserve to have no female friends? "
"That's not it, but I always thought he should have a wife."
"I think so too, but it's true that he only has female friends …"
…
Weasel called early the next morning.
The suspension notice hanging over his head, which hadn't been issued yet, was quite powerful.
In fact, Weasel was able to make a net profit of ten to twenty thousand dollars a month by relying on his persistent fake alcohol business to cover the bar's expenses.
In a year, a net profit of two hundred thousand dollars wasn't a small amount.
With the suspension notice, his business as a broker would definitely be greatly affected, and he would lose at least fifty thousand dollars a month.
After receiving a call from his friend at the ATF last night, he regretted it, but it wasn't because he had given Luke wrong information.
It was already a habit for him to give half-true information. Compared with the fake alcohol business, this was already very professional.
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