Wine and Gun

"My political career is over" - this is the clearest thought in his mind, and it can be said that it is very reasonable.

The next moment he was sitting honestly in the seat that Morgenstern had pointed out for him, like a lifeless marionette, submissive to the point where he spurned himself. And Gabriel looked at him with interest, those red lips smiling in the night.

"I can guess what you're thinking about," then she whispered, "but don't worry, I'm not here to get in the way of your gubernatorial run. In fact, I'm actually a good talker as long as you're cooperative enough."

Pritzker heard the man with the knife standing behind him sigh again, as if deeply helpless at her words.

"That's right," Gabriel continued flat, deaf to the sigh, "I have a shop in the East Side of Westerland, like any business that's ventured into this continent from Europe for the first time. Like anyone else, I have neither access nor shortcuts. Anyway, I quickly discovered that it is a bit difficult to get a foothold in a city like Westerland... So I ask for your help in this regard , Mr. Pritzker."

Pritzker stammered: "What, what?"

An obvious sense of absurdity rose in his heart: a guy with a knife in his hand was standing behind him, apparently planning to cut his neck if he made a move, and this woman was here to talk to him about this?

"You know what's going on in the Eastern District, most of the gangsters in Westland are crowded in that place." Gabriel shrugged his shoulders and said in a very innocent tone, "Now the level of people watching the scene in the store is mixed, mine The cute dancers in the store are harassed by gangsters who come to their door to collect protection fees every day, and some drug dealers want to sell hallucinogens and ecstasy in the store... This is very bad for business."

She paused, then said the next sentence, the one that made Pritzker think there must be a madman between the two of them.

"I heard that you have a strong voice in many gangs in the Eastside. It's not surprising that gangsters and government officials collusion is basically a Westland tradition." Gabriel said softly, "So I I hope you can lobby for me... I hope to achieve this result in the end: Centered at No. 7 Red Nightingale Street in the East District of Westland, the gang forces in the East District retreated north to Ninth Avenue, and retreated south to Wenzhou. Center Park, back east to Parryl Street, west to near Wallace Street."

Gabriel drew a figure in the air with her finger, and Pritzker, who was familiar with the distribution of Westland streets, quickly sketched the shape of these blocks in her mind following her words——

"The space set aside in the middle belongs to me."

Pritzker couldn't hold back a sentence and rushed out: "Impossible! That's bigger than the area of ​​the block that the Norman brothers actually control!"

"You don't need my reminder: the Norman brothers are dead." Gabriel gave him a pitying look, "Furthermore, you know very well that the Norman brothers' gang is just a third-rate gang, and I propose The request is not a lion's mouth."

Pritzker can be considered to understand, in front of him is not a female businessman from a foreign country, but a real mafia. He swallowed dryly and said with difficulty: "But at least three gangs are involved in the area you just mentioned, it is basically impossible for them to give up their territory, this..."

Gabriel smiled nonchalantly: "Then give them other benefits, I don't care what method you use, at least I hope you don't reject me."

Pritzker took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "Otherwise...?"

"Otherwise the sex videos of you and minors will be looping on the news and I'll have to use more indecent methods to take down the areas I want."

Gabriel replied softly, the soft tone of voice was very inconsistent with what was said in her mouth, and Pritzker didn't want to imagine what kind of bloody scene the "indecent" in her mouth was.

And she was going on, in a persuasive voice: "I don't want us to end up at that point, Mr. Pritzker, it's not a win-win situation after all. Besides, I've always been with you—I'm also Waiting for the day you become governor."

She still smiled when she said this, like a demon in a woman's skin. There was a bloodless threat in her voice that made Pritzker shiver uncontrollably, only to realize that his shirt was soaked in cold sweat.

He tried twice before he managed to get the voice out of his throat.

"Okay... okay, I need to try," he said, "but it's difficult, you have to, you have to give me some time."

Herstal stared fixedly at the joking bastard.

Great, he is now quite sure that the Latin King Gang really doesn't plan to let him go. When he was a lawyer for the gang, he heard that the prison bathroom was a place where bào incidents could easily happen because there were no prison guards on site. It now appears to be so.

Before Herstal could speak, Feist jumped up like a frightened bird, jumped to the corner of the wall farthest away from everyone, hurriedly tied the bath towel, and then stood up against the wall, looking like "You guys are fighting. It's a fight, but don't affect me."

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