The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

Lenny wasn't done!

In fact, he was not deducted from wages, lost his job, and was not packaged and sold to the research institute for blood slides.Wilson accepted the setting of "the driver is a wizard" very calmly, just wanting an explanation.

This is understandable.

So even though Lanny's sad hair was limp, he still stood upright and talked about his tragic past in a dejected manner.

Lenny talked about the existence of the wizarding world to the division of wizard bloodlines, and from the chaotic war more than ten years ago to the demise of the Dark Lord.He talked about the status quo of the magic world today: post-war depression, although the spiritual banner of the savior stood firm, but in the end it lost its vitality in the chaos of the war, no more than before.He also explained that he was originally from the Muggle world, and now that the magic world is weak, he returned to his hometown to seek a living after graduation.

"The tragedy is that I may be cursed. I work for less than three months each time. At best, the boss's niece and nephew push me away. At the worst, I make frequent mistakes and feel so guilty that I resign. The worst is like last time, part-time job Convenience store, the boss is actually a perverted murderer." Lenny's face turned pale, "Although I'm a wizard, I still get hairy when I think about it, you Muggles are so scary! quq"

How unlucky this is... Wilson glanced at Lenny with pity.

"You're not going to fire me, boss?" Lenny asked pitifully.

Wilson signaled him to be calm, "You have been exposed long ago." Otherwise, he and Xiao 79 would not have left the entire manor to one person. You must know that the castle and the outdoor swimming pool and the back garden add up to ten thousand. The workload of several people. "I just guessed that you were a superpower, but I didn't expect you to be a wizard."

Lenny didn't even need to look at Wilson's increasingly weird eyesight to know that the other party must have connected him with the witch who wore a pointed hat and boiled potion in fairy tales...

Although it is true that wizards wear pointed hats, and potions are indeed a compulsory course... Orz Lanney became more and more frustrated when he thought about it, and suddenly thought that the threat that the housekeeper made a special phone call before the manor's family left was indeed a way to break his secret He couldn't help but slap his forehead, thinking that he wasn't cautious enough.But thinking about the various behaviors of the boss after learning the truth, Lanny is still a little unbelievable, "Aren't you afraid, boss?"

Wilson was almost on the second floor. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but turn his head while leaning on the handrail of the stairs, and raised his eyebrows very calmly, "What's so scary about you?"

Then, from Wilson's perspective, his driver shook the wooden stick with a serious face, mumbled something, and the broken mop and broken dishes instantly recovered, "Like this?" The wooden stick shook again, Cleaning tools lined up and returned to everyone, "like this?" The wooden stick was thrown again, and the sound of stew in the kitchen sounded again, "or like this?"

Wilson paused for a long time before he thought about it and said, "Your school does a good job." He looked at the young man who walked up to him, and patted him on the shoulder cautiously, "Work hard, and your salary will be doubled."

"what?"

"Go to Paul's bar after dinner, you prepare."

"Oh."

Lenny watched the boss walk back to the room and close the door with a confused expression mixed with gratitude and gratitude, but Wilson felt a burst of rejoicing: receiving two wages to do the work of more than a dozen people, the business was too cost-effective, the wizard really Good thing!

Wilson's dinner was very wizard-like. Since Lanny was completely exposed, he no longer covered it up, so the manor owner ate somersaulting bacon and dry bread that danced under the fork.After the meal, he swallowed a cup of black tea, got into the car No. 3 that Lanny adjusted the temperature, and went straight to Paul's Bar at the corner of Phoenix Avenue.

The Paul Bar has a long history, and its predecessor can be traced back to the period of the Civil War between the North and the South. The reason why it is called this is not because there is a boss named Paul, but because the owner of the tavern once took in escaped black slaves, and was once exposed by the southern radicals. The threat of smashing the store and hurting people, finally a man who called himself Paul rescued him, not only took over the black slave, but also injected capital into the tavern, so that it continued to operate. The boss thanked him and changed the original " The Town Tavern" was renamed "Paul's Tavern".Later, it changed several owners until it became today's Paul's Bar.

Paul's Bar has always had a good reputation, but because it is located on the border of the Clarice family's power, they took it into their pockets as a means, and slowly the business became more and more dirty, and illegal drugs and prostitutes gradually became rampant, and it was no longer the same.

The reason why Wilson went there was of course not to appreciate the "charm" of marijuana, but when he was a pen pal with Neil Caffrey, this was the "transit station" that the other party often mentioned. The bartender Tom was a golden basin. A fraudster, because he has a serious job, doesn't attract the attention of the police. Whenever these old friends need to pass on some sensitive topics, they usually look for him.

In the case of the black spot, Wilson left in a hurry to catch Jonathan without saying goodbye to Neil, and because the other party had not had time to leave a new contact information after he was released from prison, it was difficult to enter Peter's territory, and wx-79 was not there. , The risk of invading the fbi database is much greater, so I had to go to the bar and let Tom help spread the word.

The biological clock was particularly punctual, and now the drowsy driver Lenny went to free activities, and Wilson walked into the bar alone.

The warm and ambiguous lanterns in the letters have turned into dazzling flashing lights, and the hoarse singing singers have become scantily clad dancers shaking their heads on the dance floor today. Eroticism and violence fill the audience, the atmosphere is smoky, ghosts cry and wolves howl.

Wilson frowned and walked towards the bar.

He knocked on the table and said casually, "I heard that Tom has the best skills?" The bartender in a white shirt and vest turned sideways and pointed to the bald fat man on the far right.

"Have a glass of The Godfather, the same way." Wilson walked over and said the secret signal, still in disbelief, "This is what Neil said in his letter, 'It's too easy to recognize Tom, with short light blond hair that never changes, and sapphire-like charming depth Eyes, coupled with a height of 1.9 meters and straight long legs, he stands out from the crowd so that everyone can see him at first sight'? Then I can only express sadly, you probably have a bit of hair loss recently, and you are bony He shrunk his head loosely." The man was fat and well-proportioned, and he wore cute black-rimmed glasses. He was indeed a little cute, but he didn't have half the resemblance to what Neil said, and Wilson couldn't let Wilson doubt it.

"Because Tom Chris was kicked out by the new boss, and I'm Tom Moz who took over." The bald head shook his mixing glass solemnly, "But the business with regular customers is still going on, what do you want to know?"

"I'll leave something here." It means asking the other party to help pass the message.

The bald head stopped and looked at him, and said inscrutably: "Tom can't make a mistake, you have to take something." Under Wilson's frowning, he handed over the prepared cocktail, "Neil asked me to give this to you."

Wilson glanced sharply at Tom, and put the note in his hand into his pocket under the cover of the bar.

"It's Neil's new number." Tom made a "six" with his right hand and shook it by his ear, flattened his mouth and said, "He was taken away by Mr. The boss chased him away, so I had to stay here and wait for you."

"You have been waiting until now?" Wilson was somewhat surprised.

The rather cute bald man raised his eyebrows firmly, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "What is this, I can do anything for Neil!" His tone was so determined, and there was wisdom hidden in his eyes And indifferent, although the appearance is very inconspicuous, but it still makes Wilson subconsciously serious.

"...what's your name?"

"You can call me Tom, okay..." Unable to bear the scorching stare from the other party, he changed his words decisively, "Moz."

Wilson finally realized, "So you are a mosquito!"

Of course, Wilson had heard about Neil's childhood sweetheart. He sat on the high pedals and took advantage of the time when the mosquito was mixing wine to quickly exchange information with the other party.Wilson evaded the important point and explained the reason for his disappearance during this period of time, and also knew the many follow-ups of the black spot.The four accomplices were all arrested and sentenced to several years or more depending on the severity of the crime. However, the leader went mad for unknown reasons after being arrested, and committed suicide not long after.The other members of the Black Spots did not agree with the forensic identification, and a woman's name appeared in their mouths. Unfortunately, that woman had died in a robbery and bombing case. There was no need for investigation, and the FBI did not take any action.

The Black Spot case ended hastily. Although Wilson faintly noticed some weirdness, he stopped paying attention because it had nothing to do with him.

The mosquito mission was successfully completed, and he was about to go to the boss to resign and go home to find Neil. Wilson held up the brown cocktail made by the mosquito, and suddenly became interested, planning to find a place to drink before leaving.

On the left is a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenagers smoking marijuana, and on the right are three or two gangsters hugging beauties of various restricted grades. Wilson took a sip of the wine, accompanied by the mellow aroma of the wine and the faint sweetness of almonds. A man of unknown sexuality who wanted to strike up a conversation and flirted with him came forward, and suddenly felt that his appetite was off.

Really boring.

It's time to go back.

Wilson frowned and stood up abruptly.However, in the next second, his eyes suddenly blurred, and then his body suddenly felt weak and dizzy. In a whirl, the mottled colors in his mind gradually disappeared, leaving only darkness.

Mosquito?

Of course not him.

Closing his eyes, Wilson only had to think about this, and he completely capsized in the gutter.