Chapter 144 "Gotham City That Never Nights" (two chapters in one)

   "Wow, sir, did you just come out of the airport?" A black taxi driver looked at the tattered Dean with gossip on his face.

  He didn't expect that it was so late, the reporters had dispersed, and there were still people coming out of it.

   "Yes, I wanted to sneak in to watch the fun, but I almost got my pants ripped off by those **** policemen." Dean threw a cigarette to the driver: "Man, maybe I need to go to a place where I can change my clothes now."

"no problem!"

  The black driver quickly took the cigarette, started the car, and drove Dean to a strange place.

  Dean glanced at the opponent's waist, closed his eyes and meditated.

  It's almost ten o'clock in the evening.

   This time.

  General clothing stores have already closed.

  The driver took Dean through the quiet and deserted streets, left the airport, and went straight. After about half an hour, he stopped in front of an old building with pink rainbow lights.

  He knocked on the car door glass: "Sir, we're here."

  Dean opened his eyes, looked outside first, and then looked at the black driver suspiciously: "Here?"

   "Yes.", the driver lit the cigarette clipped to his ear: "You can see the night market through the alley in front of you, and now only here are some people who sell some fake brand-name clothes."

"OK, thanks."

  Dean touched the palm of his sleeve and left, flipping out a $50 dollar knife as if by magic, and put it in front of the driver: "I'm glad you didn't make an unwise move."

  The black driver’s pupils shrank slightly, took the banknotes, and said with a smile: “Thank you, generous sir, and I wish you a good evening.”

  Dean got out of the car and disappeared into the night.

  Looking at the direction he was leaving, the driver was exhaling a puff of smoke, tilted his head, and said to the air: "There is something wrong with the random target, I suggest canceling the game."

"you sure?"

  A sweet female voice appeared in the driver's ear corridor.

  The driver took a deep breath of his cigarette: "I'm sure, Golden Cat, I suggest you change to another game object. I almost peed on him just now. This guy's eyes are terrifying!"

   "Okay, postman, pick your next game target as soon as possible, it's a long night, and I want to have some fun"

  The communication hangs up.

  The driver looked at the cigarette **** that was about to be extinguished in his hand, and grinned: "Welcome to Vice City, pervert, have fun."

  He likes polite people.

   Little sparks draw an arc in the night.

  Boom~

  The car roared, far exceeding its previous speed, left at high speed, and disappeared at the corner of the street.

  When the cigarette **** fell to the ground.

  The surroundings have fallen into dead silence again.

the other side.

  Dean walked through the dark streets, took a headset from his ear, put it in his pocket, and said with strange eyes: "It's the game organization again?"

   All he could see was that something was wrong with the black driver.

   But this is normal.

  New York is a famous city of sin. Even at the beginning of the 21st century, there are still a large number of robberies, murders, and violent incidents every day, which happen in taxis, subways, and trains at night.

  Since a movie was released.

   There is another nickname here: Gotham City that Never Nights!

   Dean is not one to ask for trouble.

  Since the black driver has chosen Congxin, he will not turn into a just little bat and do things that have no practical significance.

  Cross the streets.

  A world different from the daytime appeared in front of Dean.

  Under colorful rainbow lights.

   Crowds of threes and fours huddled beside the geothermal pipes on the corner of the street, puffing out clouds and mist, feeling ecstatic.

  Women of different heights and yellow, white and black on the street are pulling customers. As long as anyone is interested, they can walk into the simple boxing room on the side, and have a hearty, cheap, physical fight.

besides.

   There are also small ‘booths’, which seem to be messy, but are actually placed on both sides of the street in an orderly manner in a chaotic manner. They are made into separate areas with cheap plastic sheets, waiting for customers to come to their door.

   Dean noticed.

  Most of the flow of people is the same as him, converging here from the alleys on both sides of the street, and leaving from this side, like an invisible cage, so that they subconsciously do not pass directly from both ends of the street.

There was a middle-aged man standing on the side of the road looking left and right. When he saw Dean, he walked over quickly, stopped a meter away, and said in a low voice: "Dude, a fresh toilet has arrived, 10-15 years old, big Some of them are first-hand products, why don’t you give them a try.”

toilet?

   Dean was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that this refers to people.

  He shook his head expressionlessly, and took out a stack of twenty-dollar bills: "Tell me where there are clothes and unnumbered weapons, these are yours."

  Look at these green things.

  The Southeast Asian-looking middle-aged man licked his lips: "So it's a new customer, the things you want are at booths 76 and 81.

   Besides, my name is Yellow Mouse.

  Guests can come to me if they want to try something exciting someday.

  No matter which country the toilet is, no matter what tricks you want to play, as long as the green paper is in place, I can arrange it for you!

  Door-to-door delivery is also available. "

  Dean didn't speak, he threw the banknotes in his arms accurately, strode forward, and the gentleman walked forward frankly.

  In this world, under the light, shadows exist forever.

   For these dirty things.

  Dean doesn't want to comment too much.

   Thanks to Southeast Asian middle-aged reminders.

  Dean noticed that on the outside of those booths, there were numbers marked with faint fluorescent marks.

   This also allowed him to quickly find booth No. 76.

   This is a place that sells fake brand-name clothes. Seeing that there are still a lot of customers, the business in this stall is considered to be prosperous.

  To Dean's surprise, the stall owner and the shopkeepers were both Chinese, and the occasional curses revealed by bargaining sounded like people from the coast of Huaguo.

   Regarding this, Dean can only sigh with emotion, as long as there is money to be made, no matter whether it is legal or illegal, people from his hometown are always indispensable.

  Dean followed the flow of people, picking and picking, and when he came out again, he had already put on a high-quality imitation brand that could not be seen in the slightest.

  The price is touching.

  Only one-tenth of the original price.

   But in quality.

  Dean feels much better than his original thousands of dollars in clothes.

   No wonder business is so good.

   This place looks scary.

  But Dean wandered around for nearly half an hour, and strangely did not see a pickpocket, but some inconspicuous places, hanging some dried chicken feet.

  Below the 'chicken feet', there is a majestic man leaning in the shadows, undisguisedly holding a semi-automatic rifle, scanning the streets where people come and go.

   This should be the reason why the 'Night Market' is orderly and stable.

  Booth 81 is not far from booth 76.

   Dean saw the booth immediately.

  Because outside the booth, there is an old M2 heavy machine gun, and there are two ammunition boxes full of brass-colored bullets beside it.

  On the box, a small fluorescent board attracts attention: Papa's Gun Shop, a must-have boutique!

   There are also many guests here.

   But it is different from the imagined scene.

  When Dean entered, he realized that there were not a lot of firearms in this small stall like a vegetable market.

Each guest orderly speaks out the names of vegetables such as potatoes, corn kernels, etc. in front of an old man, and then pays, receives a handwritten note from the woman next to the old man, and leaves from the other side .

   Seeing this, Dean frowned.

   This is not friendly to new customers.

   Fortunately, a thin and small figure took the initiative to greet him: "Guest, newcomer?"

  The other party looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, and looked a bit like the woman next to the old man. It was probably three grandparents and grandchildren who were doing business together.

  Dean nodded: "Yes, I want two clean Lolock 17s, a 45 caliber M1911, several concealed holsters, and a portable built-in body armor."

  He said a dozen products in one breath.

The young man nodded, took out a note and quickly wrote some other names on it, and handed it to Dean: "We are only wholesale vegetables here, and the vegetables you want only cost one hundred dollars, but my service fee costs twenty-one thousand dollars. Credit card, check, or cash."

   "Are you sure you are an employee here?" Dean asked deliberately.

  The young man shrugged and whistled at the old man.

  The old man waved at him.

  He looked at Dean again, and said with a smile: "This is the territory of the Buano family. No one dares to mess around. Even those cops dare not appear here in police uniform after ten o'clock in the evening."

  Hearing this, Dean's heart moved.

  The Buano family, like the Lucchesi family to which his grandfather belonged, is one of the five surviving Italian Mafia in New York.

  Originally he thought that these families, after the turmoil of the 1950s, had faded away.

Now it seems.

   All this is far from being as simple as it appears on the surface.

Or.

  Five families, not every family is lonely.

  Think here.

Dean took out the check, wrote down a series of numbers, and handed it to the young man along with a few hundred dollars in scattered bills: "Dude, I have to admit that your business ability and memory are very good. Can you give me some money by the way later?" Tell me what to watch out for in New York."

  This fourteen or fifteen-year-old youth likes Dean's praise very much.

   His fingers quickly slid across the edge of the banknote, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "My name is Yasuo, wait for me."

   Finished speaking.

   After handing over the check to the woman, he waved to Dean, led him away from the other side, and got into an alley.

  While walking, Yasuo asked: "I have lived here for fifteen years, and my grandfather has lived here for more than sixty years, so what do you want to know?"

   "Here is the boss of the underground world."

  "Local snake?" Yasuo grinned: "There are no local snakes here. There are too many Chinese Hong gangs, Japanese gangs, Irish gangs, Italian mafia, black gangs, and Bear gangs."

   "Tell me a few that last longer."

   "It's not the 20th century anymore. Basically, the gangs that can stay here for a long time are all based on ethnicity, half white and half black, and they are also fiercely fighting each other. However, there are some forces worth noting.

  For example, the Buano family and the Kolobo family on the Italian side.

  These two families.

  A black market that controls nearly 50% of New York, the momentum is even bigger than before.

  Another one, in addition to controlling a lot of high-end entertainment venues, also has politicians and a large number of black police supported by himself, and controls many Hollywood stars, has a certain ability to public opinion, so not many people dare to provoke.

   There are also the Hong Gang of the Chinese, and the Mao Xiong Gang of Mao Xiongguo.

  The former has many killers and black boxers.

  The members of the latter are fierce, and because the family members are all in the mainland, once they betray, the whole family will die, so they fight together and are not afraid of death.

   Apart from these, the others are just a group of miscellaneous fish. "

   Said so many words in one breath.

  Yasuo licked his lips: "Okay, information worth a few hundred dollars is only worth so much. If you want to know more detailed things, you need more money."

  Dean shook his head, saying no.

  He originally wanted to ask some information about the Lucchese family, but considering that the other party is not a specialized intelligence organization after all, and his mouth may not be strict, he dismissed this idea.

  Let's talk again.

  Dean is now a person with triple official identities. It is too easy to want detailed information on a gangster family.

  The two walked through the alley, turned left and right, and finally came to an open space where more than a dozen trucks were parked.

   Yasuo stepped forward to communicate with the people guarding the convoy.

   A moment.

  Dean left here with a thick black cloth package.

  When the two parted, Yasuo also gave him an extra business card, saying that if necessary, he could still contact him, and even some heavy weapons could be delivered to the door.

  Dean was silent on that.

   As expected of 'Gotham City That Never Sleeps'!

the next day.

  The presidential suite of a hotel.

  Dean was wearing loose pajamas, watched the blond woman who was limping and came to deliver her documents and information to leave, closed the door, and returned to the room.

  He is a kind man.

  The waiters have to give some tips, let alone these long and beautiful female colleagues?

   Rewards and rewards are also the way of hospitality.

   One has to say one.

   These female fighters who have undergone hard training are very moist!

   Communicate and become more tenacious!

   There are four items sent by the female colleague.

  Three certificates, one piece of information:

   One is the FBI special agent certificate.

   On this, Dean's full name is Dean Lucchese, Italian, 22 years old, agent B1.

   One is the special agent certificate of the NSA.

   On this, Dean's full name is Dean Smith, a surname in the commonwealth of bad streets, Irish, 22 years old.

  The last one is the Special Detective Certificate of the New York Police Detective Department.

   This book does not belong to a certain department of the New York Police Detective Department, and the information is exactly the same as Dean's information in Los Angeles.

  These three documents are just for Dean's convenience and one more choice.

  But only when the corresponding certificate is produced, some official agencies can find out the identity information of his cover from the serial number of the certificate.

  In addition to the three documents, the remaining information is the detailed information of the Lucchese family.

  Dean picked up the thick intelligence document and flipped through it.

  The Lucchese family originated in Sicily, Italy, and spread all over the world with Italian immigrants.

  Members of the Lucchese family basically came to the east coast of the United States at that time. With the Great Depression in the early 20th century, they expanded rapidly, reached their peak in the 1950s, and finally declined completely around 1975.

Yes

  The Lucchese family, one of the five major mafia gangs in New York, is now in decline.

  Most of the members died, ran, stepped on the sewing machine, and the remaining people, although they gradually slowed down later, and regained a certain territory.

   But many black channels have been robbed.

  The Lucchese family in New York today is just a small family with less than 100 members and a core of more than 30 people. It controls several agricultural companies, three nightclubs, and two small roles in brokerage companies.

   It's not bad.

   But in the underground world, there is not much influence anymore.

besides.

  Dean also noticed a very special message:

  The patriarch of the Lucchese family wants to marry the Buano family and intervene in the black market.

   This may be the main reason why the Lucchese family suddenly called members of the Lucchese family from all over the world.

  Many people are powerful, that's all.

  Dean memorized the information of the main members of the Lucchese family in New York, and thought about it while playing with the newly acquired black guns and pineapples.

  The current situation of the Lucchese family actually fits his needs very well.

  Dean wanted someone who could help him with chores, but he didn't want to end up in person, and the Lucchese family, who was related to him by blood, was undoubtedly a very good choice.

   "It's just that you want to expand, I want a group of secret subordinates, you should be lucky."

   Dean grinned as he played with a small pineapple.

evening.

  Dean dialed the phone number left by the Lucchese family to his grandfather, waited for half an hour, and sat in the car sent by the Lucchese family to pick him up in full gear.

  He came this time, and he didn't want to return empty-handed!

For safety reasons.

  Dean deliberately reserved the attribute points for upgrades and rewards on the plane.

  When adding points to improve physical fitness.

  The warm current can replenish physical strength and slightly speed up the healing of injuries.

   This is also a small BUG.

  The car sent by the Lucchese family to pick him up took him through the old roads in New York, all the way forward, and finally came to a manor near the sea.

  Maybe tomorrow is the reason for the internal gathering of the Lucchese family.

  The manor is brightly lit.

  Handsome male and female waiters shuttled among them, highlighting the past heritage of the Lucchese family, and outside the manor, guests came one after another.

   It might be Dean's grandfather, but he really doesn't have a strong case here.

  The driver drove him away after he arrived.

  Dean didn't care either. He wore a fake name tag and habitually looked around.

Sudden.

  His eyes fixed on a classic car that had just stopped.

  The driver of that car, very gentlemanly, got out of the car first, helped open the door, and put his hands on the roof of the car.

  A beauty in a gorgeous evening gown, holding the hem of the skirt with both hands, stretched out her slender legs in a low mood, stepped on the red carpet, and then walked into the manor under the guidance of several waiters.

  Looking at the back of the other party, Dean stared at the sky speechlessly.

  Why did Neil appear here? ? ?

at this time.

   "Wow~"

   A whistle and exclamation came from behind Dean.

   Dean looked back, but it was a short girl with black hair and brown eyes.

  Behind the girl stood a handsome man who was tall and straight, no shorter than Dean.

  See Dean turning back.

  The girl stuck out her tongue in embarrassment: "Sorry, I just saw Miss Neil, who has been in the limelight recently, so I was a little surprised."

   "Is Nell famous?"

The man next to the girl who kept looking at Dean nodded: "She is the most talented member of our Lucchese family, and she is also the protagonist of tonight's dance, but she has been living in the Commonwealth before, so my sister saw her, would be surprised.”

   Dean was rarely distracted.

   Nima!

  Nile is actually a member of the Lucchese family.

   Round up.

  I and Mars are brothers, and Neil are also cousins?

  What is this?

   Today seems to be due to the fever, so I slept on and off for a long time.

   But when he woke up, except for some coughing, the dog thief didn't seem to feel any discomfort.

good.

   The dog thief took two anti-inflammatory drugs.

   The uncomfortable period seems to be only four or five days.

   You can use it as a reference.

   There are still two chapters, but because I got up late, it must be early in the morning, everyone can read it tomorrow!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)