Abyssal Wanderer

Chapter 235 NO.00ea: Making trouble is my profession

Jim's tone was sincere.

"Of course I know what my own daughter's character is..."

Anthony said as he glanced at Donata beside him, who trembled slightly and remained silent.

Even without looking at the representational topology, Jim could tell that Donata was very afraid of her father - in other words, she actually hoped that he could help her prove herself in front of her father?

Why? Do I look like someone who can help her overcome her psychological shadow?

"And I know very well why you came to me...Jim Leiter, I checked your background. You are indeed well-known in the Nordic resettlement area, and you have indeed solved many difficult cases. . But because of your way of doing things, you also have many enemies."

Jim, who was about to say something, stopped and planned to wait for the other party to finish speaking first.

"With all due respect, people like you like to go around making trouble for others. It is a normal thing to be shot at home one day. But for a little detective with no connections behind him, one day Because the death of an enemy at home is not a big deal to this world."

Although he knew what the other party was going to say next, Jim still asked cooperatively:

"So? What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Because of my daughter's nonsense, you have some wrong assumptions. This is my responsibility for lax discipline, and I can apologize for it. But I can be sure that the bullet in your head has nothing to do with the big shots in the resettlement area. His death has nothing to do with it. Just listen to my advice, pretend that you have never heard of those things, and let this matter end here."

Anthony said, exuding some invisible pressure.

In response, Jim said solemnly:

"But the bullets in my head came from your smuggled weapons. There is no doubt about it."

"so what?"

Hearing Jim's words, Anthony's voice couldn't help but contain a hint of sarcasm:

"I'm just a businessman. Selling weapons is my business. Are car manufacturers still responsible for every unlucky person who dies in a car accident? Even if we are really responsible, we are sorry for the customer who shot you. ——The bullets have been put into your head, but you are still able to come here alive and come to cause trouble for us."

Having said this, he sneered and continued:

"Mr. Jim, I have dealt with Bao Wenchen enough, and I know very well what you people want - to establish relationships with the government and companies, and rise to the top in one step, right? Indeed, solving such a big case is indeed a person who can make a name for himself." A good opportunity to make millions.

"But in everything, you have to weigh your own weight and figure out whether you are the material. Let me tell you, this case is not something that a half-hearted guy like you can get involved in. I advise you to go back and clean up quickly. Go to sleep, if you are afraid that your enemies will come to your door again, then just leave Nord quickly and anonymously."

"Listen, Mr. Anthony."

After hearing this, Jim didn't have the patience to continue talking to this old guy. He said directly:

"I don't intend to make any excessive demands, nor do I intend to fight for the favor of these big shots like you - it's already interesting enough if I don't open the champagne after those bastards die, don't let everyone Imagine being a profit-seeking businessman like you... My request is very simple, I just need you to give me the list of sellers that you have given to others before."

Jim straightened up as he spoke:

"I can also guarantee that after you give me this list, no one will come to you because of me."

In response, Anthony said coldly:

"Give me a reason, why should I give it to you?"

Jim held out two fingers:

"I'll give you two. First, I saved your daughter from Black Falcon-111 earlier. Since you are a businessman, you should repay this debt. Second, your precious daughter shot me four times before. gun, but I still let her come back to you safely.

"Is this enough?"

After Jim finished speaking, Anthony looked at Donata with a shocked expression. The latter was blushing and lowering his head, as if he was very interested in the small decorative umbrella in the cocktail glass.

"Is it true, Donata?"

Anthony asked in a deep voice.

"Well, there are some details...but generally speaking...it's the same thing."

Her voice grew quieter and quieter.

Seeing this, Jim continued:

"I have to ask for an explanation for this matter, right?"

Anthony was silent for a long time, and finally said:

"If a customer comes to me for business in the future and says that he bought a gun to get rid of people who like to meddle in their own business..."

As he spoke, he transferred a file to Jim.

"Then I will give him a box of dummy bullets for free. So, I sincerely suggest you here that it is better to avoid looking for trouble everywhere in the future."

Jim stood up after roughly checking the authenticity of the list, and then he said politely:

"Thanks for the reminder, Mr. Anthony.

"But making trouble is my profession."

After speaking, he nodded to Donata, whose face was red. Then he ignored the other party's pleading eyes, put on his felt fedora and walked out of the conversation room.

Dealing with a bad father-daughter relationship has never been part of the business.

As soon as he went out, he happened to run into Blake, an old acquaintance.

Of course, this dark-skinned muscular man does not know Jim now.

"Hello sir, Ms. Dark Blue is asking you to pick up something. Please come over here."

He said in a loud voice.

Jim nodded and followed his lead.

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After the annoying detective left, Anthony looked at Donata aside without saying a word, snorting heavily.

"Dad... things are not what you think."

The latter bit the straw and whispered.

Anthony snatched the wine glass from her hand:

"We'll talk about that detective after we get back... Who allowed you to drink?"

"It's a mocktail...there's no alcohol in it."

Donata explained softly.

"Cocktails are not wine anymore? How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to drink alcohol until you are an adult? Since I was a child, when have you ever given me peace of mind?!"

As he spoke, he slammed the wine glass to the ground.

Even with his eyes closed, Donata seemed to be able to see the wine glass shattering on the ground.

"It's like this every time. You always like to be smart. When will you be able to mature and stop causing trouble for me? Look at your two brothers. When have they ever caused trouble for me outside like you? disaster……"

"Brother! Brother!"

That word made Donata's blood surge up for a moment, and she stood up suddenly.

"Then have you ever given me even one chance to prove myself?!"

There was a hint of crying in her excited voice.

In response, Anthony just looked at her with cold eyes.

"I'm only giving you one chance to sit down, don't force me to make things look bad."

Being so excited at this time, Donata exploded directly,

"It doesn't matter! Just send your men to take me back and lock me up. I've had enough! Since my mother left, no one in this family has ever looked at me!"

"Donata, I'm warning you, don't move your mother in front of me."

Anthony warned.

"So what? If my mother was here, how could you dare..."

"Would you like to try again?"

Anthony also stood up, his face so gloomy that it seemed like he could drip water.

Faced with this invisible pressure, Donata still bit the bullet and said:

"What? I can't even be my mother..."

"Snapped!"

After a crisp slap, Donata covered her red face and pursed her lips tightly. She looked at her father with her whole body trembling.

"Okay...ok...I understand, this is what you expect from me, right?"

After she finished speaking through gritted teeth, she slammed the door and left.

Anthony, who had just started, stood there, neither trying to stop nor making a sound.

It wasn't until a long time passed and he received the message from his subordinates that he let out a long sigh.

[The detective left the bar carrying a suitcase]

[Also...Miss Donata rushed out just now. Do you want to bring her back? 】

The men watching outside asked.

"You don't have to worry about it... I will leave the matter to Xiao Jin to solve."

Anthony said.

Immediately, he walked out of the conversation room and came to a wine table in the corner of the bar.

Sitting there was a bald man with a full body transformation, and he was leaning over and drawing something.

Anthony walked over and looked down - it was painted with graffiti, depicting a group of naked crazy women, tearing apart the corpse and biting a poet wearing a white robe and a laurel wreath.

"Stop drawing those retarded things of yours, Xiao Jin, you have work to do."

Anthony patted the man's bald head hard and complained:

"I really don't know where you got this habit... Go and kill that detective named Jim Leiter, and then bring Donata back. Remember to keep your hands and feet clean."

Although the order was given, the man known as "Xiao Jin" did not stop writing, but continued to draw the graffiti meticulously.

This made Anthony angry. He reached over and tried to pull out the graffiti from the table.

"I told you, stop drawing those retarded things of yours!"

It happened that the moment Anthony came across the graffiti, the pen in Xiao Jin's hand stopped.

This is not because he listened to his boss and stopped, but that the graffiti was completed.

Looking at the completed graffiti, the man began to tremble unnaturally.

"Xiao Jin?"

Sensing something was wrong, Anthony asked as he backed away.

And the next moment, the bald man's head turned 180 degrees with a buzzing sound and looked at Anthony.

A dangerous red light flashed in his two prosthetic eyes.