Chapter 300: Representative of the Anti-Suppression Department
Mike was playing with delicate knives and forks in his hands. The room downstairs was quite lively, and Victor's voice was almost drowned out by the noise.
Mike cut the steak first, thinking he could fool him. It was not until Victor repeated what he just said again that he reluctantly answered: "I don't know what kind of power will be attracted to intervene, but the outcome of the matter is in our favor, isn't it?
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His words were an admission that he had found someone to spread the news, which attracted the attention of the Northern Holy See.
Victor shrugged and began to eat the meat on the plate.
While chewing, he found that there were few seafood on the table, and the meat was all land poultry and livestock. This was a bit strange for the Cambino family who controlled the fishing port.
In this regard, Mike said that he got tired of eating while serving in the Navy, and if Victor needed it, he could ask the chef to prepare it for him alone.
"It doesn't matter..." Victor waved his hand, then picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth and said, "Let's talk about business."
Mike knew what Victor meant by business. When he originally invited Victor to help, he promised to repay Mr. Yi with part of the profits from the fishing port.
"After these days of fighting and killing, the situation has just stabilized. I will ask someone to sort out an account, and then I will discuss the share for you..."
As soon as Mike finished speaking, Victor shook his head and said that Mr. Yi was not interested in the original profits of the Cambino family.
This made Mike a little embarrassed: "I know that money is insignificant in front of that existence, but apart from this, I don't know what else I can give back to Mr. Yi."
Victor smiled slightly and read out the lines he had planned for a long time: "What Mr. Yi needs is the absolute loyalty of the Cambino family, which cannot be measured by money."
"Then how do I prove my loyalty?" Mike stopped his knife and fork and looked at Victor.
"Mr. Yi asked me to make arrangements for your Cambino family, so I hope to get your support in the next thing."
Victor's attitude gave Mike an invisible pressure. He didn't want to get such a vague request, because it was likely to be a bottomless pit.
But immediately, Victor made this vagueness concrete. He said: "Remember Will Evans? He is the one who is apparently my master."
"Of course I remember. I am very grateful to him for taking care of me at Xianxiang Mansion." Mike replied sincerely.
Victor nodded: "I will arrange for him to come here to negotiate with you. There is a business that requires a port to dock. You two can discuss the specific situation."
Mike frowned: "What kind of business is that?"
Victor picked up the goblet: "He will tell you..."
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The Cambino family's complete control of the fishing port just gave Will Evans the opportunity to transport contraband. This is why Victor has been helping Mike.
I don’t know how profitable that business is, but no matter how much it is, Victor can take half of it from Will.
If it is really a profit-making industry, it will be very developed.
But these are all things for later. The Inspection Bureau discovered some other circumstances during subsequent investigations.
One morning after the Cambino family gathering, Victor came to William's office and learned new clues about the slave trade fair from him.
"The Inspection Bureau seems to have found some clues about the seer you mentioned."
William's face was rosy, and it was impossible to tell that he was just a skin without internal organs.
"Albert?" Victor asked doubtfully.
William held a thick cigar in his mouth and nodded slowly: "I should have dug out Charlie Rossiter's correspondence with the state of Canada from the cigar club. The person who had direct contact with him was a man named Albert Davis. Now
Isabel suspected that the bat-winged demon might have been transported from Ghana, rather than to Ghana..."
Transported to the city from the east?
Victor didn't understand: "What are you transporting those monsters to the city for?"
"It's not clear. I don't think Rockefeller Company has anything to do with it. They may be secretly conducting human trafficking, but they will not transport bat-winged demons to the city from the east."
I don’t know why William is so sure, maybe he has some other clues?
Then, he asked Victor to go to the Inspection Bureau: "The Inspection Bureau is going to have a meeting soon, so you can go there and be a consultant on behalf of the Anti-Suppression Department!"
Hearing this, Victor was unhappy: "Wait a minute, Mr. Minister, you have an assistant. Even if she can't get away, you can still find other elite agents. Why do you always assign tasks to me?"
William squeezed his face and looked at Victor: "Have I ever treated you badly? Every time you complete something, I will add a sum to your performance, not to mention additional rewards, such as the secret magic crystal.
I... Mr. No. 99, would you like to take that toy to the black market for an appraisal to see how much it is worth?"
"Okay, fine! So what's the reward this time?"
"Not this time... Just go over to the Inspection Bureau and sit and drink tea, watch those guys arguing with each other, just like watching a show, and then report the results of their discussion to me. I don't want to wait for their letters.
...There is one more thing I want to remind you. Your name has been exposed to that person. The other person may learn to hold a pen with his left hand at any time. You have to think about your own safety."
Although William was right, Victor always felt that the errand he arranged for him was very strange.
In the past, the communication between the Anti-Suppression Department and the Inspection Bureau was dedicated to sending letters between the two departments. However, this time, William did not seem to trust the Inspection Bureau very much. He hoped that his subordinates could get back accurate information.
Victor guessed that the slave trade in the fruit market might involve other problems...
Furthermore, that Albert was related to the demon hunter who attacked him, and coupled with his ability to inform people, it was really necessary for Victor to listen to what was discussed in the meeting of the Inspection Bureau.
So he agreed, left the Anti-Suppression Department and rushed to the Inspection Bureau.
He came to Independence Square from Baiyin Road and entered the gate of the Inspection Bureau. He originally wanted to find Henry, but he learned that the participants in the meeting did not have investigators, but were all inspectors.
This also means that investigators of Henry's level cannot participate yet, which shows that there are some secrets involved in the meeting.
However, Victor is now a mid-level elite agent of the Anti-Suppression Department, at the same level as the inspector, and has been assigned by the minister, so he can smoothly enter the meeting place.
When he came to the conference room, he found that the discussion was already halfway through, so he intervened midway.
Victor didn't know the inspectors or higher-ranking officials, and he even heard someone complaining about why he came so late.
"At this point in time, maybe we don't need advisors from the Department of Defense and Suppression, gentlemen..." An inspector who complained about Victor complained.
Victor himself was a familiar person. Even if no one here knew him, he still casually pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Where did the conversation end?" he asked.
The middle-level officials of the Inspection Bureau looked at each other and then started discussing.
Victor was listening there, and it didn't take long for him to roughly understand that they were discussing the captured slave owners from Canada.
On the night of the auction, the police arrived and arrested a group of cigar club members and slave owners.
Currently, none of the members of the Cigar Club have been let go, but all the slave owners have been let go.
Some people said they didn't understand, but others said it was an order issued by the director of the Inspection Bureau. No one knew the reason.
However, it was precisely because of the confessions of several slave owners that they gathered together to discuss something today.