Chapter 42 Retrieve the venue

When he woke up, the lights in the massage room had gone out. Li Zaian got up from the bed and was stunned for a while before he remembered where he was. He took the towel with the smell of jasmine fragrance beside the bed, wiped his face randomly, turned over and got out of the bed, went straight to the single rest room.

The key was still stuck in the keyhole of the room door. I don’t know if anyone has ever been in. Li Zaian pushed open the door and saw the small door of the wardrobe open at first sight. The pants that were originally stuck on the hanger were taken off and thrown into the cabinet randomly.

Li Zaian was aware of it, and he had a little bit of emotion. He stepped two steps to the edge of the wardrobe, picked up his pants and checked it, and found that the wallet originally contained in his pocket had been flattened. He opened it and saw that there were only a few pieces of thick banknotes left inside, and he counted the dots, and he could just hand over the consumption here today.

Come, come!

Li Zaian has a lot of talent for acting. He just changed into a furious face, holding his pants in one hand, shouting in front of the wardrobe.

Sir, do you have any need? The waiter soon appeared at the door of the rest room, but he was no longer the one who led Li Zaian in just now

What's going on?! Li Zaian made an angry expression, and the shriveled wallet in his hand was held and fell on the waiter.

The waiter responded quickly. He reached out to catch his wallet, but still had a respectful smile on his face and pretended to be stupid: Do you want to settle the account? As he said that, he took out a list from his pocket and knocked it in a pretentious manner. Are you planning to settle the account in US dollars?

Checkout? Do you have the face to say what to checkout? Li Zaian took two steps forward, snatched the wallet, grabbed the waiter's collar, and roared, "My money has been stolen, who is responsible for this matter?"

The waiter looked at him, then at the wallet in his hand, and said with a smile: Are you joking? Isn’t your money in your bag?

The two had a big quarrel, and people began to gather in the corridor outside the door to watch the fun, including guests for massages, and waiters in the store

For those who don’t know the inside story, Li Zaian is more like an unreasonable scoundrel. He does have money in his wallet. Could it be that the money can be left by a thief for him?

But Li Zaian knew very well that the money in his wallet would probably be enough to pay for the expenses here today. The reason why the person who started the attack left this money was just to make him pay the bill smoothly and avoid trouble.

If ordinary people are involved in such a thing, they probably won’t be able to explain it clearly no matter what, but this is nothing to Li Zaian. He just came for trouble, so he can’t explain it clearly without any concern.

In the wallet? Staring at the waiter, Li Zaian shook his wallet hard, shook out all the few bills inside, letting them scatter all over the floor, leaving only this little money left, how much is this? Did I bring this money here?

The waiter blinked, and he was waiting for Li Zaian to say this.

In the past, things like this have happened a lot in massage shops, and the real situation is similar to what Li Zaian knows.

These waiters in the store are habitual offenders, and most of them choose Asians to attack because these people have no power in Sao Paulo, and even if they suffer losses, they can only suffer.

Similar to today's situation, they often do not empty their target's wallet at once, but leave enough money to check out. On the one hand, they can save trouble, and on the other hand, they can make the target reasonable and difficult to explain.

Generally speaking, customers who lose money will not jump up and make a big fuss. They often suffer silently. Of course, there are also customers who jump out to make trouble, like today, but there are some ways to deal with them in the store.

I understand, sir, please wait. The waiter didn't argue. He said with a smile, turned his head and turned his head to look at the two men standing outside the door.

Although the two men are also Vietnamese monkeys, they are burly, with their naked upper body bulging muscles and full of tattoos

Seeing the waiter's eyes handed over, the two strong men grinned, rushed into the door one by one, twisting Li Zaian's arm and pulling it outward.

What are you going to do? What are you going to do?! Li Zaichang looked fierce and cowardly, struggling hard and shouting endlessly

But no one paid attention to him at this time. The waiter slowly picked up the money scathingly on the ground, and then said loudly: The customer on the 12th checked out and paid the bill...

He was carried by two strong men and threw it out of the store. Li Zaian no longer made a noise. He rubbed his butt that was hurt by falling, and found a place on the side of the road without saying a word. He wanted to touch a cigarette, but only found that he was just in trouble and didn't even have time to change his clothes. Now he was wearing only a pair of silk shorts provided by the massage parlor, and he was in a very embarrassed manner.

I didn't change my clothes and the car keys were not on my body. Naturally, the car parked opposite me could not drive.

But this is good. The more you are embarrassed, the more you have an excuse to retaliate. Turn your head and look at the giggling welcome guests in the massage parlor. I hope they can still laugh in a while

After sitting by the roadside for more than ten minutes, adjusting his emotions, and watching the sky gradually fade, Li Zaian stopped a taxi and headed straight to the cathedral

As usual, Spadaro sat in the Mnica leisure teahouse for an afternoon - he was here not only for tea, but also for the management of his loan shark business.

Today, more than a dozen accounts have come to settle the bill, and six or seven ignorant guys come to borrow money, which makes him very busy and he has not left until then.

When Li Zaian rushed into the store, Spadaro was doing the final settlement of the account - usury is not an organizational business project, and every income is distributed by him, so he is not careless at all.

In addition to Spadaro, there were more than a dozen people sitting in the lobby of the store, including six or seven young people sitting around him on two tables, all of whom were his bodyguards.

Seeing Li Zai'an break into the store, Spadaro's bodyguards stood up first, surprised by his outfit, and did not forget to bow to him.

Li Zaian nodded at them casually. When he walked closer, he said to one of the familiar black men: Go, pay for my car money. As he said that, he also pointed to the taxi parked outside the store.

Hey, Paul, what's wrong with you? Spadaro saw him at this time. Seeing him naked, he was wearing a pair of trousers that were not suitable for his body. The left half of his body was still covered with mud. He couldn't help but ask in surprise

Don't ask so much, take your people with me. Li Zai'an stretched his face, picked up the coffee in front of Spadaro and drank it all, wiped his mouth, and said angrily

Even if Spadaro doesn't ask, he knows something is wrong.

He coughed and shook his eyes at the bodyguards on both sides.

A few bodyguards immediately understood what he meant, stood up one after another, invited several guests who were drinking tea in the store to go out, and closed the store door.

Taking advantage of this time, Li Zaian also briefly said what happened in the afternoon.

Even drug trafficking organizations like Morio rarely have large-scale conflicts with another gang due to such trivial matters. Generally speaking, both sides will resolve the problem through negotiation. If it cannot be resolved, then say something else.

But Li Zaian didn't even think about solving the problem through negotiations. His meaning was to take people directly to shovel the store.

Of course Spadaro knew that the massage parlor was the Vietnamese gang behind it. He knew very well that once the store was shoveled, it would likely lead to a conflict between Morio and the Vietnamese gang.

Logically speaking, he could ignore the second leader Li Zai'an's request and hand over this issue directly to Banoro, and let him make the final decision.

But for the Morio organization today, there are many things that cannot be solved according to the truth.

First of all, Banoro has rarely personally come forward to preside over organizational affairs in recent times, and he is also full of distrust of the middle and lower-level leaders of the organization;

Secondly, Li Zaian is not only ruthless, but also has a lot of money-making skills. He dare not say how solid his position in the organization is, but Spadaro is always unwilling to disobey him;

Finally, the territory controlled by Spadaro is in this area. The Pinac Street happens to be outside his territory. There are a large number of semi-porn places such as massage shops and dance halls on this street. He has long been determined to grab these profitable businesses.

With his many years of experience in the world, Spadaro suspected that Li Zai'an was planning to take the opportunity to cause trouble and provoke a fire between Morio and the Vietnamese gang to establish his personal authority in the organization.

This kind of thing is very common in gangs. When Amaru became the second leader of the organization, he provoked a fire between Morio and the Mundosa organization in a similar way, and eventually drove the opponent's power out of the central area.

Usually, this kind of fire does not matter whether it is a winner or a loser in the end, and there must be some personnel adjustments within the organization.

After Li Zai'an became the second leader of the organization, he had not made any big moves, so he did not have a reputation in the world. In the underworld, everything still depends on his strength, and his status in the world was finally established.

From a personal point of view, Spadaro did not mind going to war with the Vietnamese at all. He even hoped that this battle would make the momentum more powerful. At that time, as long as the organization's control territory can extend part of the free zone, he would be the most direct beneficiary.

With this kind of thought, Spadaro naturally knew how to cater to Li Zaian's appetite.

The two discussed in the teahouse for a while, and finally decided to gather people first and wait until dark before going to settle the accounts with the Vietnamese.

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The thick night once again covered the entire St. Paul. Neon lights flashed on the streets of Pinac, and the slandering sounds from the dance halls could be heard clearly even on the streets where there were not many pedestrians.

At the entrance of the eastern section of the street, a police car with lights flashing slowly drove from east to west. In the carriage, Rodyaer Pinick held the steering wheel in one hand and a glass of iced juice in the other. While humming a small song, he looked at the street girls standing on both sides of the street expressionlessly while walking.

Both windows in the back seat of the police car were rolled down, and the car drove very slowly. Almost every ten meters ahead, one or two street girls with heavy makeup would come over on the side of the road and throw a few bills into the back seat of the car.

Don't get me wrong, Rodyaer is not a beggar in police uniform, he is a real policeman, and the area of ​​Pinyaer Street is under his control. The money that the girls who stood in the street gave to the car was the protection fee tonight

The fee is not very high, each person has 5,000 Cruzero. If they pay this money, they can calmly solicit customers and take business on this street. As for those who don't pay, they will always encounter all kinds of troubles.

Driving around the streets of Pinial, when he walked to the entrance of the east end of the street again, Rodeal threw away the empty juice cup in his hand, turned his head and looked at the back seat.

Just a round trip, a thick layer of banknotes were piled on the back seat of the car. A rough estimate was that there were almost millions of Cruzero

A whistle was blew in satisfaction. Rodyaer parked the car on the side of the road, took a black bag, leaned forward to grab the banknotes in the back seat one by one, and stuffed them into the black bag.

The banknotes collected from the street girls in the hands of the station are naturally impossible to be very clean and neat. Most of the banknotes are wrinkled, but it doesn't matter, as long as it's real money, it's all done.

Rodyaer put all the banknotes into a bag with his hands and feet. He was about to pass by carefully, and a light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. Then, he heard a sound of brakes that made his teeth sorely come with the loud noise of the crash. The police car trembled suddenly.

The collision came very suddenly. Rodyaer was not wary of any warning. He suddenly bounced from the driver's seat and hit the roof of the car. The police cap was turned away by the light block in front of the car, and he didn't know where he bounced.

The shocked Rodyaer didn't care about anything else. After reacting, the first move he made was to push the door and get out of the car. Before he could stand firm, he saw three more cars catching up from behind, and one of them was suddenly stopped behind his police car.

The one who rear-ended his police car just now was a yellow Ford. At the same time when Rodyaer got off the car, the door of the Ford was also pushed open from the inside. Two black guys holding old M16 automatic rifles jumped out of the car. They didn't even look at him and rushed straight to a massage room across the street.

Rodyaer was startled and instinctively got back into the car, locked the door, and then leaned on the seat with his head in his hands.

Having been a policeman in Sao Paulo for more than ten years, Rodyaer knew what kind of people could not afford to be offended by the police

Even if he didn't know, he only had a pistol on his body. Even if he added the Burnel M1 in the trunk, he would be purely seeking death when facing the firepower of those outside.

The heavy gunshots sounded outside the car soon, the screams of women in the gunshots, the unique crisp sound of the glass being shattered by stray bullets, and the chaotic footsteps that seemed to be close to each other.

Rodyaer lay on the seat for a few minutes, feeling that no one seemed to be causing trouble for him, so he stood up tremblingly and peeked out of the car window like a thief.

Then the neon lights flashed on the street, you can see that the Cc'M bar opposite the street was already in trouble. The usually smooth glass door was smashed to pieces. A man in a black jacket lay motionless on the steps in front of the door. He didn't know whether it was dead or alive. The hall inside the glass door was in a mess. Those who were usually angry and welcoming girls didn't know where they were going. There was only a black man holding a gun standing at the door, smoking a cigarette while chatting with a bold street girl.

Rodyaer touched his face, frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly remembered that the Vietnamese behind this massage parlor were the ones behind. Now... something big is going to happen.

Before the idea was turned, there was another movement across the street. A young man quickly ran out of the massage parlor and called a van to lean over. Then, four or five people were taken out of the store and stuffed into the car like sacks.

At the same time, thick smoke began to pop out from the massage parlor, and it was obviously a fire...