Qi and Cyrill were attracted by the sound, and subconsciously turned around, looking at the thin white American man in front of him, with a light tugging at the corner of his mouth, which was a bit interesting:

"Oh? Do you know where this bullet comes from?"

While speaking, he simply took out the bullet in his pocket.

The man glanced at the number on the bullet and said confidently: "There is nothing I don't know about this thing."

Yan and Cyril looked at each other, then Yan laughed and said, "You're going to offer a price?"

They understand the tricks here very well. Those who sell intelligence to such people usually make a small profit.

The man stretched out his hand and opened his five fingers. Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little unhappy with the price the man had bought: "Brother, is it a bit over the five hundred dollars?"

"No." The man corrected: "It's five thousand dollars."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crease between Jian Xi and Cyril's eyebrows deepened. Then the two of them exchanged their eyes again, and smiled and said with a simple smile: "This is not a place to talk about things. Do we have to find a place?"

The man nodded, his lips raised, as if he had seen five thousand dollars.

Ten minutes later.

On a street corner, a man was beaten to his nose and swollen face, and blood was still flowing from the corners of his mouth and nose.

He was a little tired of simply hitting, so he threw away the scrap steel bars in his hand, leaned against the wall, and asked, "Now, do you want five thousand dollars?"

The man was beaten to the point of being almost unrecognizable. His eyes were blurred and he looked at the simple in front of him. He was wearing rough clothes and said weakly: "No, no more."

Damn, I even encountered something bad!

He nodded briefly and said, "Then I'm not telling what you know, I'm a little hungry, you don't know, when people are hungry, they are particularly anxious and irritable..."

"Spade-k, founded more than 20 years ago, monopolized 40% of the transaction volume of the entire European underground arms market. I heard that the owner of Spade-k has a pair of light golden eyes. No one knows what his real name is, but his subordinates call him Sir. MK is a bullet produced by one of his arsenals, but this kind of bullet is not taken out, and is generally equipped with internal personnel..."

These were also mentioned by him when a cousin who worked at spade-k was drunk...

Simple frowned, not interested in the so-called spades he mentioned, but the owner mentioned in the conversation had two light golden eyes.

But he said that Spade K has been established for more than 20 years, and Gu Jiu is only twenty-one years old, and this age obviously doesn't match!

The light golden pupil color is rare and rare, so it shouldn't be...

Could it be that Gu Jiu is not the son of Gu’s father and Lu’s mother?

But Gu Jiu's eyebrows and eyes showed some shadows of Lu's mother and Gu's father...

I don't understand, I don't understand at all!

At this time, two patrol police officers passed by and saw Cyril and the man who was beaten down. They frowned and took out the pistol from their waists:

"What happened?"

Jian and Cyril quickly stood up straight, and the two looked at each other and did not dare to move.

You should know that if you are against the police or even resist arrest in the United States, the police have the right to shoot you on the spot!

So, Cyrill and the man were honored to accept the "holiday" from the Las Vegas police.

...

Just after thinking that she had been in the bureau for a few days and was imprisoned for an hour, the police suddenly released her.
Chapter completed!