Chapter 280 Important transactions at the cigar club
As soon as he started talking, Victor knew what he was going to say next.
But on the surface, Victor is not Mr. Yi, so he can only pretend to be confused.
"With your current status, I'm afraid you don't need my help."
Mike nodded slightly and replied: "Actually, it's not a big deal. I hope I can convey some words to Mr. Yi through you."
The carriage jolted a few times, and Victor could feel the driver changing the route.
He looked out the window and found that the carriage was not going in the direction of Baker Street.
"Aren't you going to give me a ride? Now why do you turn the car around and drive towards the dock area?"
Mike held his chin with his right hand: "Wait a moment, I have some things to deal with over there, and I will send you home when I'm done."
Victor was doubtful, but he didn't get out of the car in a hurry. He saw the carriage driving back towards the place where he came before, taking him back to the area where the gangs had just fought.
It was a mess over there, and there were bloodstains everywhere on the road. But strangely, all the two parties who had exchanged fire before had lost their traces and ran away without a trace.
The police intervened on the street, leading several dock workers to question him.
Mike's car drove directly past, like a pedestrian passing by without any obstruction.
Seeing this, Victor had almost guessed it and waited quietly for Mike to say more.
"My people did a good job and the goal has been achieved." Mike looked away from the outside and looked at Victor and said softly.
His expression remained unchanged and he dared to drive through the firefight area unprotected after the smoke, which shows his courage.
Soon, the car passed the dangerous area and then drove along the shore road to West Street.
Mike raised his hand and pointed in the direction he came from and said to Victor: "The Cigar Club sells slaves in the dock area. I have been looking for opportunities to destroy their dens and rescued many people."
"Are you sure you are saving them? Have you ever thought about what these poor immigrants will do to survive in Renekton?" Victor asked rhetorically.
Mike returned: "They have freedom and can choose to do anything instead of becoming the property of a cruel slave master."
After he finished speaking, the car stopped. Four or five gun-wielding gangsters gathered around the roadside and asked Mike to get out of the carriage.
This is his territory, and the workers and gunmen nearby are all members of the Cambino family.
They should be the gangsters who attacked that area before, and are now reporting the results to Mike.
"Mike, there are only five or six people hiding in that place, and they haven't had time to move."
Mike looked extremely disappointed after hearing the result: "It's just a hiding place, not a slave market."
"It's a pity that we still don't know who the buyer is."
After listening to the report, Mike turned to Victor and said: "Cigar will lock up smuggled immigrants in various places and force them to sell themselves to the plantations in the east. We have eliminated several dens where people were hiding, and they were all very small. I
I suspect they have a larger trading market, but I don’t know where it is.”
Hearing this, Victor joked helplessly: "Are you a gangster or a policeman?"
Mike raised his eyebrows and invited Victor into the building opposite.
It was full of members of the Cambino family, and it was regarded as Mike's hiding place.
As soon as he got there, his men immediately brought him two chairs.
After sitting down, Mike explained.
"My father refused to sell honey juice with the cigar club, so he was assassinated. So I always thought that they were coveting our family's smuggling channel in the dock area, and killing my father was also to better carry out honey juice.
Juice smuggling.”
"It turned out that this was just a cover. The big business of the cigar club must be related to the plantation group in the east."
Victor crossed his hands on his chest and twisted his neck slightly: "Slave trade?"
"Yes, the risk of slave trading is not as high as that of Happy Honey Juice, but it is also prohibited by order in Renekton. Although I am not a policeman, as long as I expose the cigar club's interest chain and the forces behind them, I can also give
They hit hard."
"So what do you want to do?" Victor asked curiously.
Mike clapped his hands, and then a strong man dragged a man who was beaten to a black and swollen face and threw him in front of Mike.
The man's hair was messy, his coat and lining were stripped off, his pants were stripped down to his underwear, and there were wounds all over his body.
He looked up at Mike and begged for mercy.
"I put some bait out not long ago, which really made Charlie Rossiter suspicious. The man in front of you is an old gang member of the Cambino family. He wants to betray me like he betrayed my father. Unfortunately, he doesn't know
The thing is, I've never trusted them."
Mike calmly explained the ins and outs to Victor.
To put it simply, this man was arranged by Mike to inquire about the slave market, but he betrayed Mike and secretly reported the message to Charlie Rossiter.
So Cigar will plan to provide false information to Mike and then set an ambush against him.
But Charlie Rossiter himself didn’t trust this man, so he was preparing to kill him in ambush.
However, the result was that Mike did not fall into the trap. Instead, he sent people to attack another cigar club's territory and secretly leaked the news, deepening Charlie Rossiter's suspicion of the informer.
As a result, the informer was hunted down by the Cigar Club. When he was about to escape from Renekton, his family had already been kidnapped by the Cambino family.
In the end, he had to return to West Street, knelt down and kowtowed to Mike, begging him to let him go.
What you are experiencing now can be considered as your own fault.
"You have no chance to see the sunrise tomorrow, but your family may. It all depends on the intelligence you provide next. Tell me, where is Charlie hiding the slave market?"
After listening to Mike's threatening words, Victor looked at him curiously and felt that this kid was very different from his behavior in the secret hotel. He didn't even look like the same person.
At first, Mike was desperate and hid in Victor's house, not even daring to leave the house. He was in a state of desolation like a street rat. Now that he has regained consciousness, his methods have become more ruthless and bloody.
"Let me go, Mike, your father and I..."
"He's dead, Hogg... don't let me lose my patience. This is your family's only chance to survive."
After hearing this, the other party's face instantly turned pale, and his purple lips trembled. He thought for a long time before uttering a few words intermittently.
"Diamond...behind No. 88 Diamond Road...there is a fruit market about a hundred meters behind. Go through...someone will lead the way."
"How many people will the Cigar Association have in the trading market?"
"There are so many of them. Even if you mobilize all your troops, you still won't be able to attack them."
"It seems that place is very important to them." Victor turned to Mike and said.
Mike frowned, his face serious.
"Charlie's backing is the power of the slave states. What maintains this relationship is the slave trade. He will definitely strictly control the trading market. What is the code to enter?"