I come, I see, I conquer. - Julius Caesar (dictator of ancient Rome)
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A pack of snow-white heroin was thrown carelessly on the table, making a dull sound in the small room.
He casually flicked off the long cigarette ashes and squinted his eyes. Edward didn't make any comment, but took another deep breath of the cigar, feeling the spicy smell slipping through his throat and feeling a burning sensation in his lungs.
"How is it? Edward, this is not the first time we have cooperated."
The black man opposite elegantly flicked the non-existent dust on his chest, smiled and took the suitcase sent by his subordinate, gently opened the lock, and packed the bags of heroin neatly into plastic bags.
, presented in front of everyone.
"I believe that Quest's credibility in the industry is just like your Edward's authority in this area."
Seeing Edward smoking the cigar nonchalantly, the smile on Quest's face became a little dry. His cheeks twitched a few times, but he involuntarily glanced at a subordinate standing next to him, looking a little inexplicable.
nervous.
"Heroin? Oh, God! Is it a real drug?"
Edward saw this, kicked up the table legs with his feet, leaned back on the chair, put his hands on his chest, and stared at Quest with a little interest, with a very surprised look on his face: "
You know, I am a law-abiding citizen, but I will not participate in such illegal things!"
"You are really good at joking...Edward, we haven't cooperated once or twice..."
Quest swallowed and laughed dryly, but suddenly a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, sliding down the dark skin unique to black people, gathering on his chin and dripping on the expensive black suit, and fell into pieces.
It takes four or five petals to be absorbed into the fabric.
Throwing away the unsmoked cigar, Edward shrugged and raised his eyebrows in agreement: "Yes, our frozen meat business has almost occupied 30% of the city's share!"
"Edward...what do you mean?" An ugly dry smile appeared on Quest's face. He glanced at the subordinates behind him from the corner of his eyes. Cold sweat flowed from his forehead and wet the collar of his suit, making him breathless: "
Isn’t our frozen meat business a cover-up?”
"Cover? Oh, cover up for what? I am a serious businessman!" Edward had a playful smile in his eyes, and he blew out the remaining puff of cigarette disdainfully, and it turned into a circle and dissipated in the air, revealing a pair of white teeth: "
I am a law-abiding citizen!"
"Ah...Edward...that...that..." Quest pointed at the packet of powder on the table. His whole body was trembling slightly. Even while sitting, he could clearly see the sweaty face underneath.
, how distorted by fear.
The subordinate behind him touched his lower back, but he still could not return to his previous normal state. But Edward didn't care at all, watching the two people's actions, smiling, but with a faint disdain.
"Oh? This?"
Edward took out a white handkerchief from his arms, wrapped it gently in his right hand, smiled, picked up the packet of powder on the table, shook it in front of his eyes, and smiled: "This is powder! It's sea powder."
Luo yin! It’s a drug!”
Quest's lips moved, trying to make his face look smiling, but his heart was shaken violently. He glanced unnaturally at the subordinate standing next to him, but at the corner of his eye, there was a playful look in Edward's eyes.
He smiled, but every move he made was like a door hinge that had been rusted for several years.
"You know, it's very embarrassing to have my fingerprints on the drugs..."
Edward smiled, took the handkerchief, threw the packet of powder back on the table, leaned back on the back of the chair, crossed his legs and gave a crisp snap of his fingers to a subordinate behind him: "Amy, call
Police, I wonder how a law-abiding citizen would have fans in his home?"
"Yes boss!"
Amy is a strong black young man. He smiled at Quest, who is also black, but there was no smile in it at all. He looked at the other group of people with cold eyes, raised the phone in his hand, and pressed
Three keys, it really looks like you want to dial.
"That's enough! We are the police, stop those disgusting actions!"
A low voice came from beside Quest. Edward raised his head slightly. The subordinate had already taken a step forward and pushed the almost limp Quest aside. He sat on the chair, straightened his back, and looked at him.
Sit down slowly: "These are really disgusting!"
"Disgusting? What is disgusting? Oh, by the way, you are the police." Edward smiled disdainfully, tilted his head, snapped his fingers and said: "Amy, stop, our beloved policeman is right in front of us.
, no need to call!”
"Of course, if you want."
Amy showed her white teeth and put the phone back into her pocket as she spoke. Probably due to the skin of black people, their teeth always look very white, but there is always a sense of awe in them.
"So, what are we going to talk about? Officer."
Edward shrugged, lying on the chair with a playful smile, raised his chin, gestured to the packet of powder on the table, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation: "And, my beloved and upright police officer, I am
If you want to call, someone came to my house trying to sell drugs!"
"Who is selling? Quest?" The policeman loosened the collar of his suit, with a sullen face, revealing the police shirt underneath. Looking at Edward as if he had everything under control, he asked in a low voice: "So,
Why did he come to your home to sell?”
Edward shook his head: "No, no, no, Mr. Police, he didn't come to my house for trafficking!" Looking at the police officer, he snapped his fingers and showed a bright smile: "He forced his way into the home of a law-abiding citizen in an attempt to forcibly
Buying and selling drugs!”
Raising his eyebrows, Edward continued: "And what makes people angry is why are you among this group of people? In other words, why are there police officers?"
His expression was very surprised, but it was extremely artificial, and even made the police officer in front of him a little angry.
"Bang!"
The policeman in front of him slapped the table hard, stood up and stared at Edward with his hands on his hands, his eyes filled with unconcealable anger: "Stop making excuses, do you think you can cover up the truth by making excuses? That's what you are.
The biggest drug dealer in the city!”
"Amy, give the police officer in front of you a cup of tea." Edward did not answer. Instead, he tilted his head and snapped his fingers. He looked up at the policeman glaring at him and shook his head with a smile: "Oh, Mr. Police Officer, you are so angry.
It’s always easy to cloud your mind, so why not have a cup of tea to relieve yourself.”
"This is an extremely serious issue!"
The policeman's hands were squeezing, especially his eyes, which were filled with rage that could burn everything: "Because of your drugs, how many people are homeless every year? How many people die because of this? And how many people are killed because of this?
And bankruptcy?!”
He banged his fingers on the table and said word by word: "You have to understand how serious this is!"
"I guess you must need a cup of Chinese tea!" With a slight smile on his face, Edward stretched out his hand to say hello, then turned around and said: "There is too much anger, so a cup of Chinese tea will be the best thing to relieve the anger in your heart!"
"Please listen to me, Mr. Edward!"
The police officer's face was as gloomy as if it was raining, as if the words were chewed between his teeth. He gently opened the black button of his suit, took out a document from the inner pocket, and slapped it hard in front of Edward: "
Don’t doubt my confidence in coming today, this is about your search warrant!”
Smiling, Edward reached out and took the search warrant. The beautiful letters connected into one name: "Director John's signature?" He couldn't help but smile, shook his head indifferently, and put it back on the table: "Can I know your name?
My dear Mr. Police Officer?"
"What do you mean?" The police officer frowned slightly. Seeing him looking so confident, he sat back on the chair again, but the hard police revolver around his waist undoubtedly gave him a certain degree of confidence.
But he didn't notice that Quest beside him was almost as limp as mud!
"Well..." Edward chuckled, and then said: "I think you must have just arrived in this town not long ago." With a smile, he took the two cups of tea brought by Amy and placed them in front of the police officer with his own hands: "What do you mean?
Am I right?"
"This is my second month here!" The police officer did not answer the question about his name. Instead, he took out the ID in his arms, placed it on top of the search warrant, and tapped twice: "But I knew it immediately.
, you are the largest and only leader of a criminal organization in this town!"
"Chopin? What a name!" Edward opened the ID and held it in front of his eyes as if to compare the difference with reality. He gestured with his right hand and nodded affirmatively: "Compared with the photo, you are obviously a lot more depressed now.
!”
Officer Chopin raised his head, took his ID back from Edward's hand, put it back in his pocket, and almost gritted his teeth and said: "It is precisely because now I know that there are many people like you in the society who are endangering this beautiful place.
world!"
"Me? Oh, a law-abiding citizen? A law-abiding frozen meat dealer?" Edward smiled disdainfully and waved his hands, as if someone had told a big joke: "Look at your search warrant, my dear
Officer Chopin!”
Chopin lowered his head slightly and glanced at the light cyan search warrant, but Edward immediately said: "Did you see this line of beautiful letters?" He leaned forward and even reached out and pointed it out to Chopin with his fingers:
"Look, those are the two words, John!"
"But what does this mean...No...John...Director?!" Chopin's eyebrows were beating, and veins were floating on his forehead. He already knew something in his heart, but he couldn't believe it at all: "This is impossible!" He said
He glared at Edward angrily, reached out and took out the police revolver from his waist, pointed at Edward's eyebrows, and roared: "What have you done?!"
"Officer Chopin, you'd better stop this dangerous move of yours." Edward touched his chin and looked calmly into Chopin's eyes, without any awareness of being held up with a gun: "Besides, you'd better let your
Subordinates, put this thing away too!"
Along with Chopin and Quest, there were four policemen dressed in civilian clothes. The moment Chopin took out his gun, they also immediately took out the police revolver hidden at their waist, pulled the trigger with their thumbs, and pointed.
Looking at Edward across the table, he looked at them coldly.
Chopin did not answer, but looked closely into Edward's eyes, trying to find even a trace of fear in them! Only in this way can his restless heart feel a little sense of victory!
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