Weasel regretted not figuring out the other party's background before he tricked them.
Now, looking at the information he had obtained from an acquaintance of NYPD, he could not help but smile bitterly.
Luke Coulson had only been transferred to NYPD in November, and was currently working at HQ.
Needless to say, this young man and the troublesome jinx, John McClane, were good colleagues.
Although Weasel didn't know why Luke, a newbie, needed John's help, John had indeed come to stand up for the young detective.
Compared with Luke, John McClane was the real deal.
While he had been on a seesaw between detective and sergeant for a long time, there were plenty of bigshots who owed him favors. Otherwise, the Internal Affairs Department would've recommended that he resign a long time ago.
Weasel was a businessman, not a tough guy.
You could go against anyone, but don't go against money.
Thus, he chose to compromise without any hesitation.
At the very least, the 20,000 dollars were his. He comforted himself.
When Luke and Selina entered the bar, which wasn't open yet, Weasel took out a file. "I found the correct list last night. Including the people from the previous batch, there are a total of 68 people. I can't do anything more than that. "
Luke didn't look at the file. Pondering for a moment, he said, "Then you have to know a manager in this line of work in New York, right? Someone who is well-informed and has been around for a long time. "
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Weasel hesitated.
Luke didn't think much of it. He took out another paper bag and tossed it to him.
Weasel caught it and opened it without hesitation. It was another two stacks of hundred-dollar bills.
But this time, he was not as happy as he was when he first received the money. "This is?"
Luke said, "I'm a man of rules. Business is business. I think this information is worth the price. "
Holding the paper bag, Weasel hesitated for two seconds before he knelt before the rich man. "Old Tony. An Italian restaurant on West 144th Street, Upper Manhattan. He had been in this business for decades. Although the volume of business was not large, he was very well-informed. Also, he's not from the Continental Hotel, so he should be easier to talk to. "
Luke nodded in satisfaction. He liked people who spoke for money.
As long as he taught the other party a lesson, it would be easy to communicate with him in the future.
“OK。 I hope we can work well together. "With that, he prepared to leave.
Weasel hurriedly said, "Well, about the business suspension notice …"
Luke didn't turn around. "It wasn't printed. So, have a nice day. "
Weasel smiled bitterly.
If he hadn't given Luke a satisfactory intelligence report just now, the bar would've been in for an unhappy month.
Fortunately, this matter was finally resolved.
If I do business with you in the future, I will be a son of a b * tch! Weasel was furious.
However, the heavy brown paper bag in his hand was so solid.
Forget it. At most, he would double the price of his information in the future. It would be fine as long as he didn't give him fake information.
Someone only hesitated for a moment. Between the son of a b * tch and the cash, he decisively chose the cash.
In this world, who hadn't been scolded as a son of a b * tch?
…
When they returned to the laboratory, the two of them were looking at the newly obtained information when Sponge alerted them. "Sir, urgent news regarding Norman Stanfield."
Luke hummed in response. "Put it up."
A virtual screen appeared not far away from them. It was a live TV broadcast.
Looking at the golden letters DEA at the door, Luke knew where this was.
This was the building where the DEA's office was located.
The building wasn't dedicated to the DEA, but the entrance did.
On the TV screen, Norman was holding a middle-aged man at gunpoint and roaring crazily, "How much have I done for you? How much money have I made for you? Do you know how much pressure I've been under to help you sell tons of illegal drugs every year? "
Selina exclaimed in surprise. "Isn't this news too explosive?"
Luke chuckled and went to the kitchen with a smile, before he poured two cups of latte.
Selina took a look and said suspiciously, "Aren't you in a good mood?"
Her latte even had flowers on it. A cute heart pattern floated on top of the latte.
She wouldn't believe it if Luke said that he was in a bad mood.
Luke chuckled. "If you knew who Norman was holding hostage, you'd be very happy too."
Selina couldn't bear to touch the beautiful heart. She carefully put it down and asked, "Who's this man?"
Luke said, "Norman's drug dealer and his boss, Jot Haxon, the bigshot of the DEA in New York."
Selina was stunned. "Why is Norman holding him hostage? Hm, he doesn't look as strong as Deputy Director Bill of the DEA in Los Angeles. He looks like an easy target. "
Luke chuckled. "Jot used to be an A-lister, but because of his injuries, he switched to a civilian job early on. But thanks to the great contributions he made when he was injured, everything went smoothly for him, and he became the bigshot of the DEA in New York. "
As they talked, Jot Haxon's expression on the live TV was very interesting.
He was a little panicked, but not as much as an ordinary person.
He tried to pretend to be calm, but he wasn't very successful.
The most obvious one was the expression of "Are you f * cking crazy?", which seemed to be silently questioning Norman.
Unfortunately, Norman was holding him hostage from behind, and couldn't see his expression.
Jot could only lower his voice and squeeze out the words with his lips moving slightly. "Norman, do you know what you're saying? The DEA hasn't decided what to do with you yet! You still have a chance to retire. "
Norman, however, burst out laughing. "A chance to retire? You're waiting for an opportunity to silence me, right? Someone tried to kill me the night I was injured. If I hadn't set off the fire alarm, I would've died on the spot. "
Jot: "Huh?"
He was dumbfounded by the answer.
As the person who should have silenced Norman the most, Jot was certain that he hadn't sent anyone to silence him, and that the fire alarm that night had been a false alarm.
As for Norman's yelling about someone trying to kill him, Jot didn't care at all.
Norman was a drug addict, and often said strange things when he went crazy.
If it wasn't for the fact that it was too troublesome to raise another "trustworthy" subordinate, Jot really wanted to kill Norman.
The madness on Norman's face became even more obvious. "You want me to die, don't you? Don't lie to me. What did you say to Macky? If there's a chance, he'll take my place. Do you think I don't know? Haha. "
Jot's heart skipped a beat.
He really did say that, but how did Norman know? Macky wouldn't be stupid enough to tell Norman about it, would he?
What Jot didn't know was that Macky had said that to Luke himself.
Norman noticed Jot's expression from the side and could roughly guess what he was thinking. "Haha, you can't lie to me, Jot. If you want me to die, we'll die together today. "
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