"I don't know." The bearded old Lei took a puff of his cigarette, "I can only say that the income may be huge and consistent with it."

"Okay, I just need to take a month's rest." Roger licked his mouth. He hadn't exercised in a long time. He wanted to exercise more during his break.

"I would like to ask you when the recent exorcist black market transactions will begin."

"Well, it seems to be happening these days. Why, do you want to go? I'll call you and tell you the address then."

"Okay, that's settled."

Didi didi——

"Well, someone actually called me?" Roger picked up the phone curiously. You must know that he is an orphan. Basically, the people who call him are debt collectors and people who send tasks.

"Hey, Moxi Moxi, ah, who is this?" After staying in Neon for a while, there was a slight slip of the tongue.

"Hey, is it Brother Jie? I want to ask you for something." A childish voice came from the phone.

Hey, we are old acquaintances.

"Oh, it's you. What's your name? Little guy, you're asking me to do homework again. That's not good. If you keep cheating, you will become a scumbag when you go to college."

"No, no, it's another classmate of mine. He has something wrong and needs your help."

"........."

Is it possible that if word of mouth spreads, it can also lead customers to introduce acquaintances to expand business? But it’s okay, I can take care of the children’s tasks by myself.

Only after accepting it can you have the money to buy a vest. There is no doubt about the importance of the vest.

"Okay, see you at the usual place. This time I'll treat you to a drink. Oh no, I'll treat you to a drink of fat house water."

After bidding farewell to the bearded old Lei, Roger walked out of the bar in a swagger.

Looking at the hidden glances around him, Roger stretched out his middle finger, then swaggered onto his motorcycle and drove off.

And those people were not sure whether it was Roger who demolished the Continental Hotel. Seeing him running around New York so lively, they were even more afraid to take action.

After some contempt, Roger drove away on his Harley. After arriving at a familiar burger restaurant, he changed into a vest in order to prevent his reward from harming his small customers.

I walked to the cashier, ordered a few cups of Happy Fat House water, and snacks such as hamburgers and fries, and then sat down in front of my old customer Jamie.

"Hey, don't look, it's me, Brother Jie."

The naughty boy Jamie was looking around when he heard a familiar voice. He looked around, froze for a while, and choked out a sentence.

"Brother Jie? Why have you turned so dark? Did you go to Africa to sunbathe?"

Good boy, I don’t even need to explain the vest thing, but there is another little boy with him, who must be the client introduced to him this time.

"As a mercenary and part-time exorcist, it is very logical to have several identities. If you look at the protagonists of espionage games in movies, they all have multiple identities." Roger smiled.

Then he passed the Fei Zhai water and snacks on the plate to the two of them, took a glass of Xia Le and started drinking.

Well, it was so refreshing. The cold soda flowed into my stomach and I shivered uncontrollably.

"This is my friend, John Hannah, who is also the client I introduced to you this time." Jamie pointed to the curious-looking kid next to him.

"He is my classmate and the person who issued this mission."

"Oh~" Roger took a sip of soda, "No problem, John, right? Just call me Brother Jie like him. Is there some trouble at home, or you are in trouble."

The little boy John first looked at Roger curiously, and then when his companion nodded, he scratched his head and said sheepishly: "Well, I don't have much money. I don't know how much it will cost to hire you to complete a task.

"

"Haha." Roger smiled, "Brother Jie, we don't talk about money here, but about fate. Eighteen thousand fate -"

"Ah!?" The little boy John looked confused and didn't know what it meant.

"Idiot, what Brother Jie said is that you can use something with commemorative value as a reward, not money. Didn't I tell you before I came here?" Jamie, a good friend on the side, couldn't help it and directly interjected.

"Oh, that's it. Let me show you first." After saying this, the little boy John took out the things in his schoolbag.

Some collector's cards, toys, a mobile phone, and finally a signed photo of a basketball star.

"That's it, this can be used as a reward." Roger pointed to the signed photo. Obviously the little boy liked this photo very much, and it was related to his love of basketball, so the photo showed that the reward was gold.

"Tell me what's going on." Roger took the photo and stuffed it into his pocket under the reluctant eyes of the little boy.

The burger clerk in the distance originally planned to call the police when he saw Roger, a black-haired man in a vest, sitting with two little boys. However, he saw the three of them chatting happily and taking out toys.

Although this scene was a bit weird, there were so many people with childlike innocence. As long as they were not criminals, the clerk secretly put down his cell phone.

Roger didn't know it yet, but he was almost called the police by the store clerk as a scammer. If he had known about it, he might not have needed the black vest anymore.

"It's like this. I am also a single-parent family, and my father is a reporter. Some time ago, he went to San Francisco to investigate some matters undercover, and then disappeared."

Well, it’s another tadpole’s mission to find his father.

Then the little boy took out the things he found in his father's room. Roger picked them up and looked at them. Obviously, it was another case of smuggling here to work.

The strange thing is that these smuggled workers were all sold without anyone noticing.

By chance, a cleaner found a bunch of wild dogs rummaging through the soil for food in a wild field. After driving the wild dogs away, he discovered that they were a bunch of dead people.

They were corpses that had been dead for many days and were rotting beyond recognition. With so many people dead, it was of course the most important thing to call the police.

But here's the problem. After the local police compared all the missing people, they found that none of the bodies matched. There was only one truth, that is, these people were all immigrants.

From the rotting corpse's clothing and body skeleton, as well as the comparison of missing persons in all surrounding cities, it can be determined that it is a foreign stowaway.

But with so many people dead, it was of course impossible for it to be exposed, otherwise it would be a huge loss of face, so the local police directly blocked the news. Since there were no family members of the deceased, the matter was ignored, as if it did not exist.

However, John's father knew about it. As a journalist who had always had firm beliefs, he was angry at the local police for covering up the news. At the same time, he was even more curious about who was killing these migrant workers.

So after collecting a lot of information, I went to a local smuggler in San Francisco to investigate secretly. It was most correct to investigate directly from the source.

The smuggler secretly helped smuggle so many people across the ocean to work. As long as we find out where he sent those people, the truth will be easy to find out.

But people who do this kind of work are not kind people, so his father disappeared like this.

I didn't know whether he was alive or dead, so I called the police, but half of this kind of cross-city case was handled by the FBI, because first of all, John called the police here, but the missing family members were over there in San Francisco.

So according to the rules, the police station over there is responsible. It's impossible to cross the border and go to other people's territory to handle the case. You have to apply for it, and you need funds for business trips, so there are many problems.

And more importantly, the local police station has the power to refuse the FBI's request. In short, this kind of cross-city missing persons cases are as troublesome as a mouthful of porridge, and the explanation is unclear.

"You are right to come to me. Obviously the police in San Francisco want to suppress these things, but your father just wants to open their wounds, so they are eager to have something happen to your father and are unable to do their job. It is normal not to save him."

Roger used the evidence provided by the little boy John and the information collected by his father, and used his reasoning ability, which he had seen more than a thousand episodes of Death, to deduce the reason at once.

Of course, there is another reason, that is, his father may have secretly investigated the truth or obtained evidence, and then he was discovered by the smuggler and sank directly into the sea.

Of course, you can't say this out loud, as it would hurt a child's heart too much.

"I'll leave to find your dad tomorrow. Don't worry, he will be fine. By the way, leave me your phone number. Are you living alone now?" Roger said.

"I live with my grandparents now. This is my home phone number. Just call this number when the time comes." The little boy John directly wrote a number on the note and handed it to Roger.

"Okay, that's it, you guys eat slowly, I'm leaving first." Roger picked up the Happy Fat Home Water, drank it in a few sips, put the empty cup back, then stood up and walked out of the burger shop.

After Roger left, the two little boys gathered together and whispered.

"I'm right. Brother Jie is a good man. He doesn't do things for money. Although it's a bit strange to ask for something with fate as a reward."

The little boy John nodded: "Well, I can see that Brother Jie is a good man. I hope he can find my father soon."

Companion Jamie comforted him, "Don't worry, your father will be fine."

———

After Roger came out, he called the bearded old Lei and asked him where the nearest black market was. Because sewers extend in all directions, some gangsters would appear from time to time.

So it will be held regularly, but the location will change from time to time. This is also to avoid trouble. There are also many homeless people living in the sewers of New York.

After finding out the location, we prepared for tonight's transaction. The first step was of course to buy a gas mask. No matter how much we clean up the sewers, they still stink.

The second step is to buy a set of chemical protective clothing and oxygen bottles. Roger doesn't want to be smelly, especially since there are some small animals in the sewers from time to time.

After buying the tools, I returned to my kennel, set an alarm clock and slept until night~
Chapter completed!