Sinmonger Chapter 7: Chase

For the rest of February, from Lincolnwood to Burnham, from Midway Airport to the shores of Lake Michigan, Chicago was soaked in blood and murders occurred on every corner.

Congested streets, secluded alleys, taxis, subway stations, barber shops, factories, houses, and even villas in the wealthy areas of the north, or under the nose of a nobleman. There are mafia corpses everywhere, and this is war in the true sense of the word.

The development of the situation was beyond DeWitt's expectations. The Lucches family did not take advantage of this mutual assassination. The Genovese family would not always get together and be calculated. .

And during this kind of war, there was little progress in the development of the net alloy trade, Joseph was not free to do this, and all the official members of the family were in danger until the war was over.

On March 1st, DeWitt's patience was at its limit. He decided to talk to Four Eyes, namely Mike. This kid has disappeared like an outsider since the night of the negotiation. It is estimated that he is hiding at home every day. Fear of being killed.

Mike lives on the third floor of a rental apartment with not-so-good neighbors. The rent is very cheap, and the conditions are similar to where DeWitt lived when he first arrived in Chicago.

After knocking on the door a few times, there was no movement inside, and DeWitt shouted at the door: "Open the door, Siyan, I'm DeWitt, and if no one is there, I'll break in."

Then suddenly there was movement in the room...

Mike opened the door a crack, and the chain inside was still drooping. He looked left and right, and said to DeWitt, "Turn around."

"What?" DeWitt asked, frowning.

Mike said: "How do I know if someone is holding a gun against your back at an angle that I can't see? Turn around and I'll check."

DeWitt tilted his head: "Listen, if you want to watch men go around in circles, I can recommend a few alternative bars to you. Now open this **** door and don't force me to destroy it."

Mike closed the door, put down the chain lock, and reopened the door: "What's the matter?"

"Oh, so now we're talking in the hallway, let the pimps and drug dealers in this building hear Mafia anecdotes? Knew that I should have gotten a megaphone station I was talking to you downstairs."

Mike sighed, "Okay okay, come in." He dodged and let DeWitt in, then looked around cautiously before closing the door.

"What were you doing just now? Are you serious about taste movies?" DeWitt looked around as if he was going home, and finally settled on the laptop screen on Mike's desk.

Mike quickly followed behind and closed the computer: "Hey! It's a courtesy to respect other people's privacy."

DeWitt spread his hands: "'Smoke Club Forum'? Your hobby is really strange, do you secretly collect hookahs or something in the closet?" Fun.

Mike said, "The Tobacco Club isn't a club that studies tobacco...it's a fraternity of retirees, and they just took that name."

"Oh, do you mean the kind of organization that recruits working-class retired male members to get together to smoke, drink beer and take a sauna?" DeWitt continued his verbal attack.

"Yes, this group is full of crazy retirees, including one of my cousins. Do you have any more questions?"

DeWitt lit a cigarette to himself: "I don't think so, because in my estimation, it's hard for someone like me to enjoy the luxury of retirement."

Mike sneered: "Ha, do you mean that you will die young?"

DeWitt replied: "No, I will sleep in a coffin with power and money, enjoy a king-like funeral, and become the object of countless colleagues imitating and trying to surpass after death."

"You're dreaming less..."

DeWitt felt that it was almost time to move the conversation to the real business. He said, "The Genovese family is stronger than I thought. I'm running out of patience Mike. I need information that can be finalized."

"I told you a long time ago that after the negotiation night, they replaced all cell phones, including the secret contact information on the Internet. Now how they communicate, I have no way of checking." Mike said Patiently: "Oh, yes, if you have a bad memory, I can remind you that it was you who told the other party that I was a hacker so badly that this result was caused."

"Siyaner, Siyaner, you are too serious. I am planning to train you as my assistant, but you are always complaining about objective difficulties." DeWitt replied nonchalantly.

Mike said: "Objectively difficult? The first day I saw you, you said you needed my technical support, and then when I was stealing other people's information in the car, you killed everyone and threw them in In the lake."

DeWitt explained: "No way, I wanted to steal the money and let them go. Who knew their resistance and tenacity exceeded my expectations."

Mike continued: "That's okay, at least you know that you have prepared two police uniforms in the trunk in advance to escape, and the car will not leave any traces after burning it. But the second time, you directly Sold me in front of a group of heavily armed, raging killers."

DeWitt added: "What's so nervous? My position was more dangerous than yours at that time. Besides, I was well prepared. Didn't you take the WM2030 protective medicine beforehand?"

"When you gave me the pill before departure, you said it contained vitamins and 2.5 mg of diazepam."

"You look as anxious as a post-menopausal woman, so I think this explanation saves time and effort."

Mike said; "Okay, now you need to be able to 'finalize' the information again, do you think I can conjure up the whereabouts of an important person in the Genovese family like a trick?"

"Yes, otherwise why would I come to you." DeWitt said of course.

"Hey...you shameless grandson." Mike said, "Wait." After that, he took the laptop and went to the next room.

In fact, DeWitt is not proficient in Chinese, so he didn't fully understand Mike's first sentence, he could only know that he was swearing.

Fifteen minutes later, DeWitt lit three cigarettes, and waited a little longer to estimate that he was about to start smoking weed, when Mike came back with a sheet of paper he had just printed out.

"Here you, bastard, this hotel, I don't know exactly which room, you can find it yourself, there is an 80% or more chance that Frank Genovese lives there."

DeWitt raised an eyebrow: "Can I ask how you did it?"

Mike replied impatiently: "There is a transaction between Frank and the police, and their contact will be more frequent during this special period. The police have a mobile phone number dedicated to contacting the Mafia, which is generally not changed. , and I got it done a long time ago. So just now I checked their call records and tracked the activity of the cop over the past few weeks, in addition to the police station, home and shops he frequented and some recorded crime scenes, also In the few public places left, he stayed there for a relatively long time.

Then I marked those stops on the city map, made a map, and delineated a range. Frank's character would never venture very far from where he lives to meet a police officer, so he's definitely within that range.

There were so many people in the big hotel that he didn't dare to stay, so I hacked the computers of all the small and medium-sized hotels in this area, used the exclusion method, and eliminated those who stayed under their real names, and finally... that's it. "

DeWitt was stunned for about five seconds: "Um..." He took the piece of paper with a few lines from Mike's hand, and decided to change the subject and stop angering the dead man: "That... ...Siyan, you've been staying in the city and don't have to go back to school?"

Mike said: "Yes, I usually don't go to class, but I can still graduate next year. You don't need to ask more about the solution. If there is nothing else to do, hurry up and leave."

DeWitt left Mike's apartment, feeling secretly happy. It seems that Four Eyes is a rare talent, and this kind of person must be his own confidant, not the Lucches family's.

Although he still has his own abacus in his heart~IndoMTL.com~, he has to rely on the power of the Lucches family. So the top priority is to capture or kill Frank Genovese first, so that the war can end as soon as possible. If it drags on, then Joseph Lucches is not a good person. It is difficult to guarantee that this old fox will suddenly turn his face. .

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An hour later, in the hotel marked by Mike.

Samuel Genovese is talking with his brother Frank.

"Three more family members died yesterday, and we've lost quite a few of them lately, some of them tough, but the Lucches family is no better than us. Joseph Lucches and Tommy Galliano It has been a long time since they have been seen in public, and their mansions are also empty. This is an unprecedented contest. No one is absolutely safe. Only by eliminating the other side is victory, and we will be the winners." Frankello Said excitedly.

Samuel said: "Can your police friend be more specific? He has a big appetite, but his ability is limited, doesn't he?"

"I have instructed Arthur to help us arrest a lot of Lucches's people, and there are cases where he was killed on the spot, but that's all he can do. After all, the police can't kill people at will, and if there is no actual evidence, As long as the Lucches family does not resist, they will soon be able to get out of the game." Frank explained: "If we use Arthur's power too much, he will soon be suspected by his colleagues, and this moment must be saved. We can only rely on our own killers."

Samuel took a sharp breath: "If necessary, Ernie will also do it."

Said that Cao Cao and Cao Cao were coming, O'Neill suddenly rushed into the house without knocking on the door: "Boss, second boss, the situation outside is a bit abnormal."