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Lisanna suddenly said: "Finch, I can see that you are very smart and should not hang out with my brother. He is already useless. You still have hope."

Suzaku: "..."

No, how did you know that I was hanging out with your brother?

Also, is it really okay to say this about your biological brother?

"You know that Raphael is learning how to repair cars recently, right?"

"Repair the car?" Lisanna's eyes lit up, and then she was doubtful, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. With your wisdom, how could I deceive you?" Suzaku asked, "He didn't tell you? Well, I think he wanted to give you a surprise. In this case, it's best to pretend not to know for the time being, so as not to Demotivate him."

"By the way." In order to increase credibility, Suzaku wrote a note, "This is the place where Raphael learned to repair cars. You can go and confirm it secretly."

"Secretly...it sounds too ugly."

"Calmly?"

"That's pretty much it!" Lisanna believed it and stood up happily, "Raphael will be back soon. I'll cook him a midnight snack."

"No need to cook my portion. I'll go out later if I have something to do."

"It's not your part to begin with, huh!"

Lisanna muttered: "How can we do anything serious when we go out at night?"

Seeing Lisanna walk into the kitchen, Suzaku smiled happily.This brother and sister depend on each other and cherish each other, but they are often unforgiving, which is often said to be "tsundere".

If Raphael hadn't joined a gang and Lisanna was so beautiful, life in Hell's Kitchen would undoubtedly be dangerous.Besides, how can Raphael support Lisanna and provide for Lisanna's education when he has just graduated from junior high school and is engaged in a serious career?

These Lisanna knew very well that the reason why she complained about Raphael was actually because of her inner guilt.

Therefore, despite having the opportunity to go to the Ivy League, she chose a two-year community college with a tuition of more than 2000 US dollars, and worked part-time in order to one day leave Hell's Kitchen with Raphael and stay away from gangs.

As Lisanna prepares a midnight snack, Suzaku ponders the issue of Raphael quitting the gang.

"Let's talk to their boss."

The gang Rafael belongs to is called the "West 45th Street Latin Boys," an entrepreneurial gang of about ten people. The members are all Latino and have no territory. Their main source of income is working for the "Latin Kings."

Suzaku didn't want to use force if it could be solved with communication or money, and of course he didn't mind. After all, he just felt that if he was used to using force, there would be sequelae, and he had no moral integrity.

If we can't reach an agreement, let's talk about it. If even the gang is gone, do we still need to consider whether to withdraw or not?

"Hi, Buck, Rayfield, Booth..."

At 45:[-], Suzaku came to Margaret and greeted the others familiarly.

"Oh, little sissy, I haven't seen you for so many days, I thought you were dead."

The speaker was Booth, the big black brother.

boom!

Suzaku pressed down on Booth's bald head and pressed down sharply. The latter's forehead came into close contact with the tempered glass and slid to the ground, groaning.

Suzaku asked Booth's drinking buddy: "What's wrong with him? He looks not in a good mood?"

"Dumped by my new boyfriend."

"Oh, it's so miserable. I should have known to be gentler." Before leaving, Suzaku kicked Booth in the stomach again. The angle was too good, and it felt uncomfortable without a kick.

bar.

"Dragon juice."

"No."

"Then watermelon juice."

"No." The bar owner looked annoyed, "I'm a bar here. Did you see the sign outside, 'Margarita Bar, a school for rebellious girls'? They sell juice... Aren't bars shameless? ?Would you like soda?"

"of course."

After giving Suzaku soda water, the bar owner said speechlessly: "There is no one who comes to the bar without drinking."

"I will drive."

"Are you afraid of being hit and killed?"

“I’ll blame myself to death if I bump into someone else, but I won’t rest in peace if I bump into someone else.”

"Are you a mercenary or a moral role model? By the way, do you have any news about Wade?"

"No." Suzaku shook his head.

"Oh, he must be dead." The bar owner said sadly.

"Well, it's not surprising that he died. After all, the cancer is in the advanced stage." Suzaku said speechlessly: "Why, do you still want to eat?"

"Have a seat..." The bar owner didn't understand the meaning of Tianchao, but he understood the meaning from Suzaku's expression, and he pointed to a blackboard.

Above is Margaret's "death bet", betting on who will die.The boss bets $200 on Wade.

The bar owner had a melancholy look on his face, "Life or death is uncertain. There is no way to settle this bet. I have a headache. This guy is just causing trouble to others."

The bar owner is nicknamed "Weasel", he is an intelligence broker, weapons dealer, and a friend of Wade Wilson.

By the way, many people may not know who Wade Wilson is. Have you heard of "Deadpool"?

Don’t know Deadpool?

Where's the little bitch?

Wade was diagnosed with lung cancer before. The cancer cells had metastasized in the advanced stage and he was dying soon.

Then someone came to Wade and gave Wade a hope.

Of course Suzaku knew what the so-called treatment was about.After all, without friendship, Suzaku could only vaguely advise Wade, saying that the unknown organization was unreliable, and it could not be said that life or death was a matter of life, so just leave when the time is up.Wade may not have been afraid of death before, but since he got to know Vanessa, Vanessa has become his weakness and concern.

Wade finally chose to reach out and grab the life-saving straw.

According to Wade, what's worse than death... So Wade should now be worse than dead in the "workshop" of Ajax.

"By the way." Weasel took a business card to Suzaku, "I gave the same business card to Wade last time, and then he disappeared. Could it be that the person who receives the business card will be cursed?"

Pure matte black, with only a lone phone number: "555.0199".

"Maybe."

Suzaku picked up the business card and said, "Didn't I say you have another commission?"

"The person who commissioned and wanted to see you is the same person. Well, it's him." Weasel pursed his lips.

Suzaku turned around.

The man in the black suit folded his hands and stood at the booth and nodded to Suzaku.

Some people look handsome in black suits, some look like bodyguards, and some look like selling insurance. If the person in front of me wears white gloves, he will be a funeral parlor attendant, and he will be in charge of the underworld.

"What's your name?"

Suzaku greeted with a smile, but his words were not very polite, "Hurry up and finish talking about something. Maybe you can have a hot midnight snack when you get home."

Most people here talk like this.

Strictly speaking, mercenaries are also in the service industry, but the occupational mortality rate is a bit high.Maybe you will die in the next mission, so most people enjoy themselves in time and do whatever they want, so they will not smile at you because of the service industry.

Besides, this black suit does things just like a human trafficker.

Sin deserves death!

"Gerald, Mr. Finch."

Jerad smiled strangely, as if he was suffering from the sequelae of plastic surgery, and took the initiative to extend his hand.

Suzaku ignored it and sat down.

"Wade is still alive?"

"Of course, as always... you are eloquent, and I think it won't take long for you to recover." He lied without blinking an eye, and Gerald said: "Mr. Wilson has mentioned you several times, are you interested in joining us?"

"Heh, I don't have cancer."

Is there such a synonym for eloquent... talkative and foul-mouthed?

"Our organization not only treats diseases, but also gives ordinary people the superpowers they dream of. Don't you want to be a superhero?"

"I don't want to." Goldfinger took a look, and Suzaku curled his lips, "There is no pie in the world, there is also a discus disguised as a pie. Since superpowers are so coveted, as a member of the organization, do you have one? If you have one, show it to me. Look. So, let’s just deceive people who are so desperate that they can’t see a glimmer of hope. Let’s talk about entrustment.”

"Find him and send him to the designated location."

Gerald took out a document bag, opened it, and said: "Name is Xu Xi, Asian, from the Greater Bay Area, smuggled to the United States a month ago."

"Why are you looking for me?" Suzaku said, "If you are looking for someone, I am not an expert in finding people."

Gerald said: "According to the intelligence, Xu Xi is currently hiding in two places: Chinatown in Manhattan and Chinatown in Queens. These two places are gathering places for Chinese descendants. If you want to find someone in these two places, except for those who are also Chinese, Descendants, it’s not easy for others.”

Suzaku nodded. There were many scumbags among the descendants of the Celestial Dynasty who relied on their compatriots to suck blood, but overall they were still very united.

Gerald pulled out a photo of a young man, short, with short hair, wearing a rustic gray jacket, and a shy smile on his face.

"10 US dollars, 1 in advance. If not found, the deposit will not be refunded." Gerrard proposed an attractive condition.

"Aren't you afraid that I won't do anything after taking the deposit?" Suzaku said with a smile, "After all, US$1 is not a small amount."

"I personally believe in your professional ethics. If the mission fails, I will make friends with the organization." Gerald showed an underworld smile again.

Suzaku stood up and picked up the document bag, "Okay, it's such a rare commission. I'm sorry if I don't accept it. What's the time limit?"

"Half a month."

"Okay, find someone to contact you." Suzaku showed the black business card given by Gerald.

"How about the commission?" Weasel asked.

"Take it, find someone, $10." Suzaku said.

"Tsk, tsk, 10 US dollars, is it pie in the sky?" Weasel whistled, "Gerald is not a charity organization."

"Who knows, maybe I don't plan to pay the balance." Suzaku sneered and drank the soda in one gulp, "Let's go home for a midnight snack."

Xu Xi... sounds a bit familiar.

It was only after ten o'clock when she got home, but Lisanna had already washed up and gone to bed, not at all like the young people nowadays.

There were three large plates of dumplings on the table, with a note: [Heat them in the microwave before eating].

I heated up the dumplings and read Xu Xi's information while eating them.

There is not much information about Xu Xi.

Her age is unknown, but she appears to be much older than her actual age.

Origin unknown.

Gender...this is specific, male.

Occupation: Library employee.

"On the surface, Xu Xi is just an ordinary person, ha~"

Suzaku didn't believe it.Gerald’s organization is not a charity organization, but is it sending money to Suzaku?

It doesn’t take much time to compile a few pages of information.

"Old man, do you want to take the order? Find someone."

"It depends on the situation. The information has been sent out."

Lao Biao's main activity area is in the community where Chinese people live. On the surface, he has opened many mahjong parlors. In fact, he is just like a weasel, an information dealer.

Send Xu Xi’s information and photos.

My old cousin called me soon.

"The information is too little, eight thousand." The old man got straight to the point and quoted the price directly.

"Row."

Suzaku didn't bargain, it was two thousand more than the normal price, not expensive.

The 10% deposit is paid directly.

"I'll give you the news within three days at the latest."

After eating the dumplings, I watched TV for a while. I felt tired of the news about Stark.

Raphael and his little follower came back in the middle of the night. They were covered in oil, exhausted, and excited. They kept discussing the problem of repairing the car, and the dumplings could not stop their mouths.

Suzaku smiled slightly. It was indeed much better to buy a warehouse and build a depot than to give money directly.

It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish.

He was in a good mental state and was thinking about how to solve Raphael's problem.

Just do it.

The West 45th Street Latin Boys' activity base is at the intersection of West 45th Street and 12th Avenue, adjacent to the Hudson River.

The top floor of a small five-story apartment was rented by a Latin boy on West 45th Street. There were more than a dozen people living in the two small suites, and there were all kinds of stinky smells that almost persuaded Suzaku to leave.

Fortunately, it was just after twelve o'clock and their day had just begun. Most of the members and the boss were on the rooftop.

On the rooftop were tables, chairs, sofas picked up or stolen from who knows where, and fitness equipment scattered everywhere.

The boss of the Latin boys on West 45th Street was named Sonny, and he had made a small fortune before.With money in his hands, confidence in his heart, speaking loudly, and compliments from his subordinates, Sonny's daydream has come true. He has gathered his subordinates, responds to everything, and drives a luxury car through the city.

"Boss Sang, Raphael's followers want to talk to you face to face." The subordinate reported to Sonny.

"Raphael..." Sonny's face darkened when he heard the name.Raphael rarely participated in gang activities and was absent-minded when he came, which made Sonny dissatisfied.

Originally, Sonny wanted to say, "A little guy is not qualified to talk to me face to face." He completely forgot about his label in the eyes of others: a little guy.

With a roll of his eyes, Sonny waved, "Let him come here." Then he took out a cheap cigar and lit it pretendingly.

"Follow me. Boss Sang wants to see you. Remember to show respect on your face. I said, you look weird. Is that why you dyed your hair red?"

"Maybe."

Suzaku chuckled.He used Hisoka's skin and used a thin illusion to return to his original appearance, except that he had red hair that he was too lazy to deal with.

"Did Raphael ask you to come?"

"Yes."

"what's up?"

"Raphael doesn't want to be around anymore, he wants to take the right path."

"Hahaha." Sonny laughed, "This is the funniest joke I've heard this year. A bad guy who came from Hell's Kitchen also wants to take the right path? Wash the dishes or go to the construction site?"

Suzaku didn't speak.

Sonny continued: "To be honest, has Rafael found a better home?"

Suzaku shook his head: "No, no."

"We are friends with Raphael. If you want to withdraw, fine." Sonny sneered: "It's just that friends are friends. The rules of the gang are not decorations. Even if I am the boss, I cannot change them at will."

"I understand, so I'm here to solve this problem today."

"Send a younger brother?!"

Suzaku: "..." Am I so like my little brother?

Sonny suddenly became furious and drew his gun and pointed it at Suzaku's forehead. "He doesn't respect me!"

"I came here with Raphael's sincerity." Suzaku's expression remained unchanged and his eyes fell on his pockets, meaning that he had to take out something and not shoot.

"Slow down and don't drive randomly," Sonny said.