Worm was surprised that Florence was not a complete fool. Three years of management experience may have made his once not so bright brain a little more flexible.
But when did it start? Worm asked himself in his mind, because he had never noticed. In his eyes, Florence was just a barbarian watching the scene, with a head full of muscles.
And now, this muscular barbarian is saying something that he doesn't know how to refute. This guy's vigilance is so strong that it even overwhelms his own dignity. No wonder the Black Knight is willing to keep him.
After taking a sip of wine, Wurm pointed at Ellie with his finger and said: "Police person, eh, Firth. Look at her, do you think she looks like she was sent by the police?"
"I don't know." The barbarian pushed the topic to a dead end again.
Ellie noticed Worm's embarrassment. She put down the wine glass in her hand, reached for a cigarette and lit it, white smoke spitting out from her mouth.
"Oh my god, why are we wasting time here? I told you before, we should go find Vera."
Worm was stunned for a moment, but soon understood. He ordered angrily: "Shut up, damn, Vera is not a good choice. Let me speak, and listen to me in everything. Trust me, you don't
Something will happen."
"Nothing will happen to me?" Ellie sneered. She left her seat and pulled up her shirt, "You men are all trash. I'm so stupid that I'm stupid enough to believe you. I'll go see Vera myself."
Before she even took a few steps away from her seat, Florence's men surrounded her, and the atmosphere became extremely serious. The smart cleaning ladies left in a hurry with their men, although they had not completely cleaned the hall, but
It's no longer important.
Ellie took a few steps back nervously and asked in a trembling voice: "What...what does this mean?"
"I'm afraid I can't let you leave." Florence replied coldly, "Forget about that bitch Vera. I can still help you."
Ellie's chest heaved violently, and she sat back down unwillingly, staring at Worm, wanting an explanation.
Worm was still drinking wine leisurely. While sighing inwardly at Ellie's acting skills, he was also thinking about how to deal with it.
"When you found me, you had no second choice." He said, with helplessness in his tone.
"You!" Ellie yelled through gritted teeth.
In the parking lot not far away, Harris was rubbing his hands in the car. The situation inside was not optimistic. They seemed unable to persuade Florence.
After much hesitation, he got out of the car and went to a phone booth on the street and dialed the emergency number. Ellie hadn't said the safe word yet, so he needed to ask Ruiben for instructions.
"It's me, what's wrong?"
"Something is wrong." Harris stared at the intersection where the nightclub must pass, "Should we get the jackal ready?"
"Did she say the safe word?"
"No, I haven't mentioned it yet."
"Where's the other safe word?"
"You mean the sewer crocodile?"
"Yes."
"nor."
"Then just wait." Ruiben's tone seemed very calm.
Harris didn't understand where his boss's calmness came from. As an on-site commander, he needed to make a judgment on the situation.
It would take at least five minutes for the emergency team to rush into the nightclub from another intersection. During these five minutes, anything could happen. So generally speaking, when the situation was not good, he would prepare the emergency team in advance.
Harris exhaled and said, "I don't really believe that person."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then the voice rang again, "It's not him we have to believe. Stay on standby."
An order is an order.
Harris reluctantly hung up the phone, walked out of the phone booth and returned to the car. The detective with him asked: "How was it?"
"Stay on standby. Is there anything going on inside?"
"Same as usual, still talking."
nightclub.
Florence's patience was about to run out. To be honest, he could have taken the girl into the basement and tortured her to get what she wanted.
It's just that with Wurm here, he can't do this. This guy has been working hard in Liverpool for many years, has a wide network of contacts, and has always been known for his neutral attitude. Offending him is equivalent to offending Liverpool. Gangs and other forces, large and small.
Not to mention, this guy also holds a lot of important information. Once there is danger, this important information will be sent to your opponent. It is precisely because of this that he was able to stay in Liverpool for so long, and almost After being arrested by the police for the first time, he was safe and sound.
This is what Florence is afraid of. He is afraid that Worm's coming out this time is because he has made a deal with the police, and the target is the Cavaliers. So he has been reluctant to make up his mind, even if the information brought by the other party is so tempting. people.
"Man," Worm whispered, "do you think we just brought some information? Let me have a phone call with the Black Knight. He will understand. It's just a phone call."
"The phone will be tapped and tracked." Florence shook her head and rejected the proposal, "No matter what you bring. There are only two options, either talk to me, or I will let my subordinates talk to you."
Worm spread his hands and said: "Hell, where did you hear that phone calls can be tracked and bugged? That's a tampered phone call. Damn it, has your phone been tampered with? In addition to casinos, there are also As for the rest of the Old Record Gang, you can't make that decision, Florence, trust me. Let me talk to the Black Knight."
After a brief silence, Worm couldn't help but said: "Listen, I can't let you take all the credit. The information comes from this girl, and I worked hard to bring her to your territory. God knows how much I paid for it. How much does it cost? Why do you think I got into this situation?"
"They said the police found your outlet."
"Oh, come on. How long have you known me, Firth, do I seem to be that careless? That selling point is in the Old Record Gang's territory. Now you know what I'm talking about, right?"
The nightclub owner frowned. Although he tried his best to hide the confusion on his face, Wurm still interpreted that he didn't understand at all.
"Okay, okay, tell your people to stay back. It's a big place here, why do you have to stand here? They make me breathless."
Florence waved her hand, and those people retreated. Worm then whispered: "I helped her, thus offending the old record gang. This girl knows a lot about them, and the big player is a Idiot, enough wine can make him reveal some secrets, especially in bed."
Having said this, Worm glanced at Florence, whose face was even more confused than before.
Maybe he was overthinking, Worm thought to himself, he was still as stupid as before.
"The people from the Old Record Gang revealed my billing point to the police and wanted to force me to hand over this girl. Can you understand now?"