Johnson, as the boss of the moral discipline group, as the person who controls everything, has a corresponding understanding of the situation of everyone in the group, but there are always some things that will surprise him, such as the case of Booman, which really caught him off guard.

"Said he was going to cover the girl. Johnson took a sip of whiskey and said with a little reminiscence.

There is also this kind of thing, Liang Dong asked in disbelief: "Did he say that he slept with Niu?"

"Otherwise, why would he care so much about her?" Although Buman didn't say it, Johnson had his own judgment, he looked at his cronies, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know who I'm talking about?"

"I can guess eight or nine, not far from ten. Liang Dong still had a look of surprise on his face, this matter was really beyond his imagination.

Johnson passed the wine glass in his hand and asked seemingly casually, "Is she the type who can make people smeant?"

"Yes, it's beautiful, and she claims to be a teacher. Liang Dong remembered the prostitute he had met in the first case he had just come to this world, and Buman had sympathized with him, so he did not arrest her for prostitution and gave her a small punishment instead.

Hearing Liang Dong say this, Johnson was also a little incredulous: "Damn, he won't even believe this, right?" Hey, you'd better talk to him." ”

"You're not kidding, Boss?" Liang Dong looked at Johnson and said with a wry smile: "I have enough on my hands, I don't care about Buman's love life now." ”

"Talk to him. Johnson shook his head and said in a deep voice: "It's not a good thing to have emotional entanglements with this kind of girl." You know what?"

As he spoke, Johnson drained the whiskey in his glass and said as if empathetic: "Trust me, I understand." ”

Johnson said so, and Liang Dong could only nod his head. Look, when he goes back, he must clean up Bouman properly.

"By the way, how is the investigation of Mr. Albannon's case?" Johnson asked, referring to another headache in the entire precinct.

"I don't have a clue, although I very much wish it was a random violent incident, but I'm Irish," Liang said, waving his hand, "I can't stop thinking about the worst." ”

"What do you mean?" Johnson couldn't help but laugh when he heard Liang Dong say this.

"Meaning, I think the killing of that bastard will cause an even bigger storm. After Liang Dong finished speaking, he picked up the whiskey in his hand and took a sip gently.

Hearing Liang Dong say this, Johnson couldn't help frowning, and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me what you think." ”

"Two nights ago, there was a double murder and two low-level thugs working for Rasti Parton were killed. Liang Dong tapped lightly on the table of the bar, and saw that Johnson was listening carefully, so he continued: "I think it was Mr. Eubannon's people, initiating revenge." ”

Listening to Liang Dong's theory, Johnson smelled in disbelief: "But isn't Eopenon working with Paton?

"I understand, I understand!" Liang Dong understood Johnson's confusion and explained in a low voice, "Then the last time I saw my uncle, he told me that he and his men were thinking about challenging the boss. I'm worried that Parton heard the news and killed my uncle. Otherwise, Patton would have gone on to find my uncle's killer, but now he was a little ...... Somewhat nonchalant. ”

"If you're right, Tris! That's not a good thing for us. After listening to Liang Dong's analysis, Johnson nodded slightly, his mood was a little heavy, although he did not fully agree with Liang Dong's analysis, but I believe it was not much worse.

"Yes, it's not!" Liang Dong's mood was also heavy, if such a thing was not well controlled, it would end up in the bloody streets, so he sighed and said, "Why do you think I drank four glasses of Irish whiskey?"

"Then let's have another drink. Johnson shook his head slightly, raised his glass at Liang, and drank it all.

While Liang Dong and Johnson were sitting and drinking together, Smitty took his cronies Sullivan to Rasti's bar in the new car he had just bought in the morning. Smidty told Sullivan to wait in the car, and he walked into the bar alone, smoking a good cigar in his mouth, unaware of his own death trap.

"Of course, he's coming......," Red Parton was talking to Rasti and the bartender when Smithy walked in.

"Hey, Davis!" Smithy beckoned to the bartender, motioning for him to pour himself a drink, but it was Rasti and Red Parton, who didn't even look at him.

Red Parton frowned, raised the wine glass in his hand, and took the initiative to greet, "Hey, Smithy, hello!"

Smitty took a yellow envelope from Davis's hand, pinched it and stuffed it into his pocket, and then greeted, "Hey, Tom, Rasti, nice to meet you." ”

Smithy lifted the whiskey that Davis had just poured, gestured slightly to Rasti and Red Parton, and drank it down.

"Are you sure?" Rasti said in a deep voice, looking at Smidty in front of him, who was almost unrecognizable, "You don't look happy, you look ...... Seems to be a little nervous. ”

"Nervous," said Smidty, waving his hand casually, "no, not nervous at all." ”

"This suit is good!" Rasti's eyes fell on Smitty, and he asked Red Parton, "Isn't it good, Uncle Ray?"

"yes, I'm just trying to work for your father. As for Rasti, Smithy, who had only two drinks, didn't care much at all.

"Is that so?" said Rasti, looking at Smidy, with a grim face, "You know, I thought my father would give me Monsieur d'Opannon's business, but he thought you were better suited for the job. ”

"Rasti, I'm just trying to do what your dad told me to do. Smithy straightened up and looked at Rasti, drunk.

"Did my dad tell you to kill Rogers and O'Reilly?" Rasti said, slowly walking over to Smidy.

Hearing Rasti say this, the wine in Smisti's mind finally woke up a little, he looked at Rasti, and said in a panic: "What, what, I? No, no, no, I didn't...... That's none of the business with me. ”

"But that's what your people did, isn't it?" Rasti thought of Rich Kane as Smithy's subordinate, and the account was naturally his share.

"My people? Smithy didn't know what Rasti was talking about, he hadn't paid attention to gathering information during this time.

"But I've heard that Kane's boy did it. Rasti looked at Smidty head-on, softly speaking, but with a murderous intent in his eyes.

Hearing Rasti say this, Smidty breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "He is not my man, he is Monsieur Obannon's man." ”

(End of chapter)