Mercenaries and Adventurers

Zhao Ji took a sip of beer, looked around, walked to a table and chair in the corner of the gambling stall and sat down. A gangster spectator was sitting on a seat next to him. He was not tall but muscular. He also had tattoos of vicious dogs on his body. Having nothing to do for a long time, the gangster's thug was lethargic, with one hand propping his cheek, and the other turning an iron coin on the table.

Watching the other party playing with the iron coin, Zhao Ji finally took out an iron coin from the purse inside his clothes. What a crime, Zhao Ji's purse is basically made of copper and silver coins these days, and iron coins are too small for him, so he doesn't want to carry them with him. This iron coin was given to him when he was buying snacks on the glass street outside the tavern just now.

Zhao Ji also put the iron coin on the table between the two of them, flicked it with his hand while standing upright, and the iron coin spun round and round. The gangster took a look at Zhao Ji, and flipped his iron coin in the same way.

The iron coins of the two were spinning disorderly on the table, and then collided with each other.

boom!

Zhao Ji's iron coin was hit by the opponent's iron coin because of lack of strength, bounced twice and then lay down on the table.

Opening his mouth and smiling, Zhao Ji put the beer on the table and pushed it towards the other party. The gangster was also direct, took Zhao Ji's wine glass, and took a big gulp.

"Hey, it's still good wine." Then he slammed the wine glass on the table, stirring up the beer foam in the glass.

"Come again!" Zhao Ji pretended not to be convinced, took back his iron coin, and then flicked the standing iron coin at the same time as the opponent.

The two iron coins approached quickly on the table, and they touched each other with a bang, but because of the great force, the two iron coins were still spinning.

Bang, another collision.

This time, Zhao Ji's iron coins were the first to slow down.

Looking at the two iron coins that were decelerating rapidly, Zhao Ji lowered his voice and shouted: "Hold on, hold on!"

Seeing that Zhao Ji was cheering up his iron coin, the gangster also pressed his hand on the table and cheered up his iron coin: "XXXX, hold on, XXX, hold on, hold on !"

It seems that because he was afraid of the abuse of the gangster, his iron coin lasted longer than Zhao Ji's. Zhao Ji's iron coin stopped on the table first.

"Haha, great job!" The gangster grabbed the wine glass and drank the beer in one gulp.

Seeing that the other person had finished drinking beer, Zhao Ji raised his left eyebrow, took out a copper coin from his pocket, and threw it to a male waiter not far away, asking him to bring a glass of beer from downstairs.

The male waiter looked at the gangster thug sitting opposite Zhao Ji, saw the thug urging him, and went downstairs with the money.

"Come again, come again, come again!" The gangster on the opposite side seemed to be in high spirits, and Zhao Ji followed the opponent's rhythm to play together.

"Hey, buddy, did you know that there was a murder case here this morning?" Zhao Ji chatted casually with the other party while they were playing together.

"I heard that a man died. I heard that he was hacked to death. What can it be? People die in various ways every day, and people come into this world from a woman's cunt every day."

Zhao Ji was amused by his words: "That's right! We people come and go in such a hurry. But according to my brother who often comes to play, the person who was killed seems to be a person who often comes here to play. Nah."

The other party's brows furrowed upon hearing this. Just in time, the waiter brought over the beer, and Zhao Ji saw the situation of the two iron coins on the table, and took a sip of the beer: "I'm sure I won, so I'll drink it first. "

The waiter removed a wooden wine glass that he had drunk earlier.

"Who? Do you know who it is?" The two had another round, but Zhao Ji could already see that the other party's attention was no longer on the table.

"I don't know, why don't you find someone to take a look by yourself. The body of that person is still in the same place. It is estimated that it will be put away at night." Zhao Ji did not say the name of the murdered Mr. Kaduo, but let the other party himself inquire about.

This time, the opponent's iron coin lost again, "Ha, you failed again. I won this hand. Gudu Gudu Gudu, ha." Seeing that he had won another round, Zhao Ji picked up the wine glass and poured it Two bites.

While Zhao Ji was drinking, the gangster on the opposite side stood up and said a few words to the other gangsters in the room, and a gangster who was about the same age as Zhao Ji went downstairs and went out. Zhao Ji guessed with his toes that he must have gone to find out who was killed and whether it had anything to do with them.

The other side arranged for people to inquire, so they walked back to the table and continued to fight with Zhao Ji. The two fought for about ten rounds. In the middle, Zhao Ji paid the waiter to serve three more glasses of beer. Every time the thugs drank more and more alcohol, at the beginning whoever won only drank a sip of beer, but then the two drank more and more, and the beer was gulped down.

When they were about to start the tenth round, the young gangster who ran to inquire about the news returned. The person on the opposite side stopped playing with Zhao Ji, and several gangsters who were in the room gathered around the person on the opposite side to listen to the news of the young man's return.

"Ha, ha. Head, it's that guy Kaduo, ha, he was killed. He was stabbed many times and bled all over his body." The young gangster thug hurriedly said to his accomplice .

Because Zhao Ji was close, he listened to everything they said. Of course, these illiterate and rude thugs didn't think about keeping things secret.

"Who did it? Did you ask clearly?" asked a gangster thug who also had a tattoo on his chin.

"I don't know." The young man replied directly.

Hearing that the young man dared to say that he didn't know, the gangster thug who was playing coins with Zhao Ji grabbed the front of the young man's clothes and arrested him, making the young man land on his toes: "What? Um?"

The young man panicked and said, "I heard that people from the government affairs office are bringing the city militia to investigate."

"What else? Say it all at once. Don't just ask me."

"Oh, yes, I heard from the onlookers that the man was discovered in the early morning, that is, when it was about to dawn, someone found that Kado was killed near his home. Also, the investigators are still here Kado is investigating. That's all."

Putting down the young gangster, the gangster who was playing coins and drinking with Zhao Ji said to the other gangsters: "Tell me, what happened to this card? Why did he die suddenly? Who did it? I admit it After that, hurry up and hide in the village first."

Several gangster thugs who guarded the gambling booth of the Vigogou Gang shook their heads, they were not the ones who did it.

Zhao Ji also understood that they were indeed not the ones who did it, because he could already confirm that Mr. Cardo has been going out in the middle of the night recently, and he came here to gamble. These gangsters want to clean up Kaduo, just tie people here to the upstairs or basement, and it's over. There is no need to track people to far away places and kill them there.

It's not because these people can't do it, and it's not because Zhao Ji doesn't think these rude men covered in tattoos are evil enough, but because they are members of gangsters, what they do must take into account the interests of gangsters.

It's not in their interest to kill a gambler who is a gangster's own gambling stall. If they want to amplify their interests, they have to lend usury to the other party. Killing the other party will only taint the upper body of trouble.

After thinking about it, Zhao Ji continued to eavesdrop on the other party's conversation, hoping to hear some useful information.

"Could it be the Krumen who has been carrying Cardo? I often see them coming together in the middle of the night. Although the two of them always look like they don't know each other, I have seen them several times. The two of them talked secretly outside the tavern, and sometimes they could be heard arguing in the street." A gangster thug with a messy hair and a large scar on his face said to his companion.

"It's possible that they both came here in the middle of the night, and they always staggered to leave when the sun was about to come out. But Kado just left, and Krumen had to play with the girls at Old Smiley's." Let's go after playing. They must be together."

"Why do you care so much, just arrest this Krumen and ask if it's okay. Guess there is an XX, boss, you can tell the second leader, let's arrest him and ask what's going on, if Scudder If those XX guys from Nabang want to mess with us, we can't afford to be beaten."

"Okay, you guys wait here first, I'll ask the second leader for instructions and see what to do about this." The gangster who was playing with Zhao Ji picked up the last glass of beer on the table and drank it all at once. Guang, thumped on the table, and then said to Zhao Ji: "I can't play today, I have something to do, let's play and drink next time!"

Zhao Ji pretended to be confused after drinking too much, and waved his hands to let him do whatever he wanted.

The gangster took the wooden ladder at the other end of the room to the third floor of the tavern, and his fellow gangsters returned to their seats in the house, guarding the gambling stalls. But Zhao Ji noticed that these thugs were no longer paying attention to the hoarse gamblers, but kept glancing at the wooden stairs leading to the third floor.

Zhao Ji pretended to be looking for wine, put away his iron coins, and took an empty wine glass to look for the militia Davos who came with him in the house.

At an animal betting booth, Zhao Ji caught the militiaman Davos, patted each other on the shoulder, and then both of them held empty wine glasses and yelled for some good wine to go downstairs to the tavern on the first floor .

On the first floor, the militiaman Davos signaled to the three gangsters guarding the stairs, and the other party raised their glasses in return. Heh, these poor guys, Zhao Jiji and others have drank many glasses of wine, and these guys are not willing to finish a glass.

Everyone is bragging with wine, and these guys are bragging with wine. It's all old wine, you can drink a glass of wine all day in a tavern. If this tavern was not owned by their Vicious Dog Gang, the bartender would have glared at these few.

Put empty wine glasses on the bar. Zhao Ji and the militiaman Davos wandered out of this place pretending to be too drunk.

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At a food stall not far from the door, Mr. Fulun saw the two people coming out, and there was no sign of being beaten on their bodies, so he waved to the two to draw their attention to him.

As soon as Zhao Ji went out, he saw Mr. Fu Lun. After all, his clothes were really different from those of the common people on Glass Street, and he could be recognized at a glance.

The militiaman Davos returned a handful of coins to Zhao Ji, and Zhao Ji reached out to take it, shaking it, feeling that it was not much less, and glanced at the militiaman Davos.

"Hey, I was lucky to win a big one." The militiaman Davos smiled.

Zhao Ji warned Davos: "Gambling doesn't end well. Think about Mr. Cardo's end. Mr. Cardo has been secretly coming here to gamble. Do you understand?"

The militiaman Davos nodded: "Understood. I'm not stupid. Being a militiaman in the city is much better than those gamblers. I can become a militiaman in the city because my family used money to come in."

"Hehe, is that so?" Zhao Ji secretly rolled his eyes. As expected, it is a feudal society where high-ranking positions depend on status, while low-level positions depend on money. What people said, spending money to enter the militia in the city is to say that they are magnificent.

The two went up to Mr. Furren and sat down on the wooden stool provided by the stall. Zhao Ji told Mr. Fu Lun what they did just now carefully and quickly, and Mr. Fu Lun also opened his notebook and quickly recorded what Zhao Ji said in the notebook.

In the end, Mr. Fu Lun muttered the name "Krumen" and said to Zhao Ji: "It seems that the key to this matter lies in Krumen. But who is this Krumen? You two know ?"

The two shook their heads, but Zhao Ji still gave two ways: "I have two ways. The first one is to ask the militiamen who are familiar with businessmen in the slums. Those who can make friends with businessmen like Mr. Cardo, Generally, it should be a businessman. Since both of them are businessmen, and Mr. Cardo lives in a slum, presumably this Krumen should also live here.

And the second way is to go to Mr. Cardo’s house to look for it. Since the two of them can know each other, they must have met through Mr. Cardo’s products. This Crumen should be on Mr. Cardo’s transaction records. There are records. Look through the log book and you should be able to find it. "

After listening to Keir's idea, Mr. Fullen gave Kiel a thumbs up: "In that case, Davos, you go to the captain of your militia alone and tell him that I asked him to find a man named Ke Lumen merchants, ask in your militia, there must be someone who knows this Krumen.

Keel, you and I will go back to Cardo's house and look up the records in the transaction records, just to see what old Nita found. But, well, I can already guess what they might find. "

Zhao Ji guessed what Mr. Fu Lun was going to say, and answered: "Gambling will only bring family ruin."

Mr. Fullen glanced at Keir in surprise, and then nodded solemnly.