American Comics Plane Trader

"Mr. Brook!" After leaving Josie's study, the preoccupied Vito quickly found Brook who was cleaning the car under the guidance of the servant.

"It's Vito, what's the matter?" Brooke stopped what he was doing and asked.

"Mr. Kahn asked me to come to you, and he told me that you know something about the cause of my father's death!" Vito said, looking at Brooke.

"So it's about this, I know for sure, get in the car!" Brooke nodded upon hearing this, motioned for Vito to get in the car, and got into the driver's seat.

Vito didn't hesitate, and got on the co-pilot.

Brooke drove all the way to the port area, where Vito's father used to work.

"Hey, who are you?" Seeing the car stop, a worker immediately came forward and asked.

"I'm looking for Pooh!" Brook casually threw a cigarette over.

For people at the bottom of this society, a few cigarettes can solve most of the problems without spending money at all.

As for Brooke, the boss, Josie, is in the tobacco business, so in addition to their salary, their group of bodyguards will also have three cigarettes as benefits every month, which is more comfortable than American soldiers, and naturally they will not feel bad. a cigarette.

"Pooh, someone is looking for it!" The worker sniffed the cigarette, put it on the back of his ear cheerfully, and shouted back.

Soon, a young worker with a rogue head came out from the crowd carrying goods.

"Ah, so it's Mr. Brook!" When he walked in and saw that the person looking for him was Brook, the young man hurried forward and flattered him. He didn't know Brook's real identity, but he knew that he was a "big man".

"Tell me again what you know about Antonio!" Brook said to the young man. Antonio was the name of Vito's father.

"So it's about this! Hehehehe..." The dock worker named Pooh smiled and rubbed his hands, but he didn't continue talking, but looked at Vito and asked, "Who is this?"

"This is not what you need to know! Come on, tell me!" Seeing the other party's appearance, Brook snorted coldly, and threw a box of opened cigarettes over.

"Yes, yes, I am talking too much!" Seeing a pack of cigarettes, although it had already been disassembled, there was still at least half of it, Pooh immediately stuffed it into his pocket cheerfully, "If my guess is correct, Antonio's death is Stephen did it."

"Stephen? Who is Stephen?" Vito asked immediately.

"He's our boss Derek's number one hitman, the head of the area, and I saw them go out together one night, and only Steph came back by himself, soaked, and we didn't know Antonio was in the drain the next day. I drowned in the canal... What a ridiculous thing, that canal is only one meter deep, and even a child can't drown!" The worker named Pooh said vividly.

Meanwhile, Vito, who was at the side, could already hear his blood welling up.

Although this was just the words of the dock worker in front of him, he already believed 90% of it.

He really didn't know who Stephen was, but Vito knew about the Derek in the other party's mouth. The other party was his father's boss and a well-known bully in this area.

When I was a gangster, I had heard of his name a lot.

"Then do you know where this Stephen and your boss Derek are now?" Brooke nodded and asked.

"Of course, here, that's their office. Usually, they'll be there at this time." Pooh nodded and pointed to the second floor of a row of warehouses on the other side of the pier.

"Thank you, Pooh, you can go about your own business!" Looking at where Pooh was pointing, Brooke patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Okay, Mr. Brook, but you shouldn't reveal this matter, right? Otherwise, if it reaches Stephen's ears, he will kill me!" Pooh asked cautiously.

"Of course, only the three of us know about this, don't worry!" Brook comforted.

Pooh just smiled and went back to work.

"What are you going to do?" Brooke asked after the other party left, looking at Vito who had already lit a cigarette and started smoking.

"Of course it's to avenge my father!" Vito said, throwing away the cigarette butt and stomping it out.

"Then I think you may need a little help!" Brooke nodded, and motioned for Vito to follow.

Vito followed Brook to the back of the car with some puzzlement, and when Brook opened the trunk of the car, and then lifted a cover plate on the surface to reveal the things underneath, he couldn't help but stare.

There was a whole row of five or six Thompsons emitting a faint light, just lying on the sponge pad. Besides, there were seven or eight pistols, all of which were M1911s commonly used by the army.

"You can pick something convenient." Brook patted Vito's shoulder and said.

"Wait, what do you mean, don't we have any preparations, just rushing up with guns like this? These people have seen our faces!" Vito was confused for a while, and then pointed at those who were carrying goods. said the dock worker.

Just kidding, if you do this, when the police ask, don't these dock workers just give them a confession?

"Hehe, don't worry, Mr. Kahn's energy is far beyond your imagination. These workers dare not confess us. Even if someone confessed us, the police will not come to arrest us. In addition, doing this It's not about us, but about you... Or, do you think you can't even deal with a few gangsters?" Brooke said indifferently.

In fact, when Josie asked Vito to find him, Brook knew what Josie meant.

Because Brook is not as simple as a Common bodyguard, but often feels that Josie does some trivial things.

This matter, just as Vito thought before, is a kindness, but it is also a certificate of honor.

On an aboveboard occasion, after reporting the murder of his father.

It is impossible for Vito to betray Josie in the future.

"No, of course I can handle it!" Vito understood Brook's meaning without any hesitation.

Just kidding, people who have experienced the scenes of artillery fire on the European battlefield, would they be afraid of a few port bullies? What about trouble?

Immediately without hesitation, he first picked up two M1911s, checked the clips, loaded them, and stuffed them on the side of his waist.

When it was over, two more were stuffed into the back waist.

Finally, he picked up another Thomson and put it in his arms.

Fortunately, it was still late winter and the weather was very cold. It was difficult to see that Vito had so many weapons stuffed under his coat when he was wearing a coat.

Signaling Vito to get ready to get in the car, Brook sent him downstairs to the dock office.

A few minutes later, hearing the sound of gunfire from upstairs, Brook leisurely lit a cigarette.

When Vito came downstairs, he just finished smoking a cigarette.

"The efficiency is good!" Looking at Vito who got into the car, Brook showed an expression of approval, and immediately started the car.

"What about these things?" Vito raised the gun in his hand. .biqugé

"Just throw it in the back seat, and I'll deal with it later!" Brooke said.

Vito nodded, put the gun in the back seat, and then took out several wads of dollars and various merchandise coupons from his pocket.

"What is this?" Brook raised his eyebrows upon seeing this.

"I found it in the safe. That guy is quite rich, but according to the rules, it has to be handed over, isn't it?" Vito said.

"Hahahahaha! What are you thinking? We are not a gangster, and our boss doesn't like this little money, so keep it for yourself, it's just enough to buy yourself two new clothes!" Handing it in, Brooke couldn't help laughing.

It is true that those gangsters do have such rules, but who is Josie? How could it be possible to look at the money? ...Although the amount of money does seem to be a lot, it is tens of thousands of dollars.

Well, Vito smiled awkwardly, he can only say that his mentality is still the same as when he was a gangster and a soldier.

When you make money when you are a gangster, the boss who takes the lead usually takes 50% to 60%, and the more ruthless ones even take 70% to 80%.

Even when you were a soldier, if you had a good capture, you had to let the officer pick it first.

It was the first time for him to meet a boss like Josie who didn't ask his subordinates to hand over their earnings at all.

But after a little hesitation, he still took out half of the money and handed it to Brook.

"What do you mean?" Brooke was a little surprised.

"Thank you for your help, without you, I wouldn't be able to take revenge so easily!" Vito said.

Brooke, who heard the words, smiled again on his face.

What a fun little guy.

This time he didn't refuse again, but directly took the money into his arms.

Josie does not forbid such incidental income after working, and Brooke naturally has no reason to refuse, after all, no one would have less money, right?

While collecting the money, Brooke also gained a lot of affection for his young colleague.

Most of the time, only those who know how to share can go further.