"The information from the Brotherhood and the architectural drawings of the textile factory have been sent to your overseas mailbox."

"Thanks!"

"My dear friend, can I ask, why do you want to attack your brothers? Of course, if you don't want to answer, it doesn't matter. You have to deal with them. Just right, I have something in it."

Locke stood on the balcony, listening to the iconic Red Devil laughter across the phone, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Is it a reason for them to seek death?"

"Calculate!"

The Red Devil, who was savoring food somewhere, smiled and said, "I've seen the news in New York."

"Oh, what did you see?"

"Haha, this is a secret, my dear friend."

Locke didn't speak.

I have to say that the laughter of the Red Devil is very good from the perspective of a third party, but when it is immersive, especially when the laughter is facing oneself, it always gives people a feeling of being undone.

but……

Don't be irritable.

These days, it is too difficult to find a qualified intelligence supplier, especially those who are well-versed in the form of knowledge.

Like the one in Texas.

MMP.

He was going to transfer his position to New York, but that guy was so good that he thought he was so great that he actually threatened him. What was the result was naturally self-evident.

Locke never accepts any threats.

After a while.

The Red Devil also stopped laughing, wiped his lips with a napkin, and stood up from someone else's dining chair: "After the goods arrive, send a message, I will have someone come over to get it."

"Don't forget your half million!"

“Happy cooperation, my friend!”

“Happy cooperation.”

The Red Devil listened to the blind voice on the phone, laughed loudly, handed the phone to Deng Bi, who was holding a weapon there, and then tilted his head and stared at a man kneeling on the ground in front of him like a gentleman.

Next second.

Gunshots came from the room.

Locke hung up the phone very neatly.

He just made a very ordinary deal.

To put it simply.

Tomorrow is Monday and weekdays.

The day before yesterday, Locke put his plan to deal with the Brotherhood when he was at work on Monday, and asked if there was a map of a textile factory on the Red Devils.

After all, from the original plot, the old black slave has a secret escape passage.

Time is tight, and Locke is too lazy to go to the New York City to steal the construction blueprint.

But Rock has been waiting for the day before yesterday until now, not for fun or boring. He wants to take it all in one go. Otherwise, why would he have to wait until the weekdays to start?

As a result, when Locke asked the salesman in Red Devils' hands, Red Devils called.

Locke still felt a little magical when he dared to start.

Except for the first time I first got in touch with the Red Devil, when it comes to buying and selling information, the sales staff under the Red Devil came to connect with him.

After all, the Red Devil has passed the stage of doing this simple intelligence.

But Locke seemed to have thought of something.

The intelligence of any intelligence provider is not blown by the strong wind, and the information in the hands of the Red Devil is even more impossible.

However, for intelligence agencies, the most valuable one is naturally the killer organization that is famous in New York City and even in the world.

The account books that record the real names of customers.

but……

The Brotherhood has existed for a long time, but the old black slave who used public service to take orders and kills should not have been long, and at most it will only last ten years.

It was not until the Red Devils spoke that Locke realized that he had guessed half of it.

The Red Devil wants an account book, but not exactly want it.

In the words of the Red Devil, he never cheats people. A killer organization that has been running a killer business for six years is not something that can be bought for just 500,000 US dollars.

The Red Devil paid 500,000, just wanted one of the pages in the account book.

Even the Red Devil even told Locke that page on the account book, including where the account book is placed in the textile factory.

Yes, this is a very red devil.

After Locke heard the news, there was not much fluctuation. After all, this was the Red Devil.

And Locke wasn't interested in what was on that page.

That person will save money and eliminate disasters for others.

This is the most basic quality of being a killer. As a qualified killer, Locke naturally has it.

You don’t say it, I don’t ask, I just want to know how much it costs!

not to mention……

With Rocker watching the "Blacklist" for four seasons, you can also use your toes to get the content on that page, which is definitely related to the true identity that the Red Devil does not want people to know.

I don't want to ask this.

Locke is not afraid of anyone, but he is afraid of trouble, especially for no reason, disrupting his trouble of saving money to buy divine character.

Since the Red Devil has made a bid, I will give it to the Red Devil.

The customer is God.

Locke returned to the study and opened his overseas email. He saw that the salesman under the Red Devil "I'm not the Red Devil" had already been sent.

Open.

The roster of the Brotherhood, and even the architectural drawings of the textile mill at the Brotherhood's residence, including how many things have been added after several reconstructions, are all included.

"It's worthy of being the Red Devil!"

Locke tutted twice and sighed: "Are you a fierce man who can get the title of goalkeeper in the dark world in the dark world?"

Locke's title of invincibility was his own, but the title of the Red Devils' goalkeeper is recognized.

There is no comparison.

Researcher Locke licked his lips with the drawings of the textile factory. With this drawing, it would not be difficult to go to work tomorrow and stew the textile factory people in a pot.

Dingling!

Locke took the phone that was placed aside, looked at the call and raised an eyebrow.

"Gwen?"

After Locke answered the phone, he asked curiously: "It's so late, haven't you been asleep yet?"

It's almost twelve o'clock.

It turns out that he is a very hard-working god of study.

Gwen, leaning against the bed, smiled and put the books in his hand together: "Would you take the bus or drive to school tomorrow."

Locke was slightly stunned: "Does there be a bus passing through Fifth Avenue in the school?"

Why didn't he know?

Fortunately, after the car was scrapped for the first time, he took a taxi to school in a luxurious way.

But even if there is, Locke may not go to sit down. After all, he still likes to make himself more comfortable.

Gwen smiled: "Of course there is, but if you drive tomorrow, we can go together. I got my driver's license. Do you remember?"

Locke said: "I've been with you, of course I remember, but I might be later tomorrow."

"ah?"

"Well, I need to get the certificate for the Star Building house, but it shouldn't be too late."

The textile factory starts work at six o'clock.

Go and go back quickly.

The battle ended in an hour, and it was almost seven o'clock, then rushed back and drove to get the ID, and then went to school. You should be able to arrive before 8:30 in the first class.

Gwen listened, surprised, then sighed, "Okay, I thought you could sit next to me and remind me."

Locke smiled, then curiously said, "Didn't George say you would follow you when you drove the first day?"

"Dad is working overtime!"

"All right."

Gwen smiled, said it was okay, and then said, "Dad just went out. It is said that he would go to the court to apply for a search warrant, otherwise he would not be able to catch up with tomorrow morning's action."
Chapter completed!