Chapter 42 Chapter Four

It's a pity he's a novice.If he stood four feet away from me, he might have gained something.I raised my hand and took the cigarette out of my mouth, holding it casually in my hand. "How do you think I know someone named Archie Rosenstein?" He smirked, and pushed the gun on my stomach forward again. "Don't you want to get acquainted?" He sneered shamefully as he said this, showing a slight sense of victory, but a little weak, like a child holding a heavy pistol. "Tell me it's only fair." Just when he opened his mouth and was about to tease him again, I dropped the cigarette in my hand and swept it over with one hand.I can be very agile when necessary.Maybe there are people who are faster than me, but they won't put a gun to your stomach.I put my finger behind the trigger, my hand firmly grasping his.I kicked him hard in the groin with my knee.With a whimper, he bent down.I twisted his arm to the right and took the gun out of his hand.I hooked my heels around his ankles and he fell to the ground in no time.He fell to the ground, his knees curled up in front of his stomach, his eyes full of surprise and pain.He rolled on the floor, moaning loudly.I leaned down, grabbed his left hand, and pulled him up sharply.I was six inches taller and 40 pounds heavier.They should have sent a bigger, better trained guy.

"Go to my workshop first," I said, "we can chat, you can have a glass of wine, take it easy. Next time don't get so close to the target, or he will grab you and hold the gun hand. I also want to see how capable you are." He doesn't have much patience.I pushed him into the workshop and pushed him into a chair.His breathing was not very rapid.He grabbed a handkerchief and wiped it on his face. "We'll see," he said through gritted teeth, "we'll see." "Don't get too optimistic. You don't look like the stuff." I poured him a glass of whiskey from a paper cup and put it in front of him.I disassembled his Type 38 pistol, removed the bullet clip and put it in the drawer of the desk, reset the chamber with a "snap", and put the pistol down.

"You can take the gun with you when you go - if you want to go." "Your methods are really despicable." He still said out of breath. "Of course. It's far more noble to shoot a man. Now tell me, how did you get here?" "Screw you." "Don't be stupid. I have friends. Not many, but a few. I can sue you for assault, and you know the consequences. You might get a pardon, or get out on bail, and then you'll disappear, No bones left. The leaders in the organization don't like to lose. Now tell me, who sent you, and how did you know to come here for me?"

"Eich exposed," he said sullenly. "He's stupid. I followed him here without much trouble. Why would he go to a private eye? It's hard to understand." "anything else?" "get out." "Think again, I don't have to accuse you of assault with a gun. I can beat you right now until you spit out the message." I stood up from my chair and he held out a shriveled hand. "If I get beat up, a bunch of really tough guys come along. If I don't report up, it's the same. You don't have anything really big in your hand. They all look big," he said.

"You don't have anything to report. If this man named Aiqi actually came to see me, you don't know why he came, and you don't know if I accepted his request. If he was a gangster, I wouldn't do it." clients like him." "He came to you because he wanted you to help him escape from hunting." "Who hunted him down?" "nonsense." "Go on. Your mouth seems to be quite tight. Next time I cover up the gangsters, you can talk to them again, but that day is impossible." When you do things, you have to lie a little bit now and then.I lied then. "What did Archie do to make him disliked? Or is that bullshit too?"

"You think you're super capable," he sneered, rubbing the spot where I'd kneaded him. "If you put it in our place, you are not even a small ant." I laughed out loud in his face.Then I grabbed his right wrist and twisted it behind his back.He screamed in pain.I put my left hand into his breast pocket, took out a wallet, and let him go.He reached for the pistol on the table and I slashed him hard on the forearm.He slumped in the chair the customer was sitting on, mumbling. "I'll give you the gun back," I told him, "but it's not yet. Just hang out now, or I'll beat you up and have some fun."

In his wallet, I found a driver's license that belonged to a man named Charles Schicken.It doesn't make much sense to me.Little rascals like him have tacky fake names.They'd probably just call him Tiny, or Sneam, or Marbor, or even just "You."I tossed the wallet back to him.The wallet fell to the floor.He couldn't even bend down to pick it up. "Damn it," I said, "if they sent you here for more than just picking up cigarette butts, there must be a plan of action." "Fuck you." "Okay, idiot. You gotta go to the laundromat. Get your gun."

He took the gun, tucked it into his waist as usual, stood up, gave me a look of contempt that I had endured for a long time, and then walked slowly to the door with an indifferent expression, like a man in a new mink shawl. bitch.He turned around at the door and gave me a glare. "Be careful, boy Heng. If the wood is strong, it will break." After he said this beautiful sentence without thinking, he opened the door and walked out slowly.After a while, I locked the other door, turned off the alarm, dimmed the lights in the office, and walked out.I don't see anyone who looks like a killer.I drove home, packed some luggage in a suitcase, and drove to a gas station.People there are close to falling in love with me.I stored my car there and rented a Hertz Chevron.I drove the car down Point Avenue, dropped my suitcase in the tenement I was renting early in the afternoon, and headed to Victor's for dinner.It was too late, 9 pm, to drive to Bay City and invite Annie to have dinner.She probably already made dinner by herself.

I order a double Gibson with fresh lime and gulp it down, hungry like a growing schoolboy.