Chapter 1377 Unusual

"Mr. Luo, this is a new document. You can take a look at it."

Then Anderson slowed down the car slightly and handed over another document.

Luo Feng continued to flip through the documents, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Photos show that beggars have frequently appeared in major commercial areas of Tower City in the past week.

And every time he appears, there will be signs of activities by members of the Shadow Council shortly afterwards.

"This is impossible..." Luo Feng muttered to himself.

He clearly remembered the beggar's cloudy eyes and trembling hands, which were definitely not disguised.

If a person's acting skills can reach this level, he can go to Beijing Film Academy as a teaching material.

Furthermore, this beggar had experience in the mall and many waiters knew him and took good care of him and did not drive him away.

If it was a newly assigned person, it would be impossible for him to have such a long experience.

He had already asked Lin Naizi to inquire about it before.

Luo Feng is still relatively cautious in this regard.

Anderson observed Luo Feng's expression through the rearview mirror and whispered, "Director Marcus believes that this beggar may be the intelligence transfer station of the Shadow Council."

"They're using the most obscure people to deliver their messages, and that's nothing new, they've done it before."

Luo Feng closed the file and asked sharply, "So how long have you been monitoring him?"

From what Anderson said, it seems that the people in the Defense Bureau had already discovered the clues a long time ago.

But the more he heard it, the more ridiculous it seemed to Luo Feng. If the people from the Defense Bureau had discovered it earlier, would they have been able to allow this beggar to appear at the scene and allow Luo Feng to come into contact with him?

This sounds more like a lie made up by Anderson and his team.

"Two weeks." Anderson hesitated for a moment and said, "But we still couldn't find any evidence. Until yesterday..."

He probably felt that it sounded very similar to this, that they had discovered it a long time ago, but deliberately let Luo Feng see the clues, and then told him about it, with the intention of teasing him.

"What happened yesterday?" Luo Feng put it down first and continued to ask this question.

"The doll you gave him yesterday."

Anderson's voice lowered. "Our surveillance showed that he gave the doll to another person after leaving the mall."

Luo Feng's pupils shrank slightly.

He remembered the beggar holding the doll tightly, and the cherishment he showed didn't seem fake.

But what does a doll have to do with anything? What could be hidden inside it?
Soon, the car drove into a low-key gray building.

After getting off the car, Luo Feng looked around and found that this place looked like some kind of meeting room.

"Mr. Luo, please."

Anderson made a gesture of invitation, then led Luo Feng through layers of security checks and finally to a meeting room.

It turned out to be a meeting room.

Luo Feng sighed, "Shouldn't you arrange for me to go to a more upscale place and treat me well with good food and drinks?"

As soon as these words came out, Anderson beside him swallowed and his back began to sweat.

He didn't expect that the other party would dare to say that. This man was the director of the Defense Bureau and a tough guy.

At this moment, a silver-haired old man was sitting at the conference table. He was Marcus, the director of the Tower City Defense Bureau.

"Mr. Luo, I've long heard of your name." Marcus stood up to greet him, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

He did not respond to what Luo Feng had just said, just pretending that he did not hear it.

Luo Feng got straight to the point and said, "Mr. Director, I don't think that beggar is a member of the Shadow Council."

No matter what these people think, Luo Feng doesn't want to think of them as members of the Shadow Council. He can feel that they are probably not.

Otherwise, Luo Feng would doubt his ability to judge people.

Marcus didn't answer, but motioned him to sit down, pushed another document across the table and said, "Take a look at this."

The file contained a series of bank statements. The beggar received a fixed remittance every month from an offshore shell company.

"What does this mean?" Luo Feng asked back, "Maybe it's an anonymous donation from some charity."

Marcus shook his head and said, "The problem is the time it takes to remit the money."

"Mr. Luo, I believe you are so smart that you should be able to see that every time a remittance is made, within 48 hours, a bizarre accident will occur in Iron Tower City. Isn't this outrageous?"

"Think about it, business secrets leaked, important figures attacked, how come these things are so coincidental?"

Luo Feng fell into deep thought.

It's really too much of a coincidence.

But this doesn’t mean anything. Maybe there are just coincidences in this world.

"I need to see the beggar," he said finally.

Marcus and Anderson exchanged a look.

"I'm afraid not."

Marcus said in a deep voice: "Our tracking team lost him last night, so this is outrageous. There must be someone behind him."

Luo Feng frowned.

He still didn't believe it. After all, all this was just what the other party said and he never really let Luo Feng see it.

Marcus paused, then continued: "A body was found at the port this morning."

Luo Feng stood up suddenly, and couldn't help but raise his voice a little, with a questioning tone: "Did you kill him?"

"It's not us." Marcus looked serious and denied it directly.

Otherwise, Luo Feng would misunderstand.

"According to the preliminary forensic diagnosis, the time of death was around 3 a.m., and before his death, he was tortured and forced to confess."

The conference room fell into silence.

Luo Feng suddenly realized something and said, "That doll, I suddenly thought of this thing, could it be something special? Have you found the doll?"

Marcus shook his head and said, "There was nothing next to the body."

"I don't know where the doll has gone."

Luo Feng’s brain was working rapidly.

If the beggar really has important information or has discovered some clues, then the person he gave the doll to is likely to be the contact person of the Shadow Council.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, there are some things in the hands of this doll that he wants others to see.

"I need all the surveillance videos from the mall yesterday." Luo Feng said decisively.

Marcus showed an appreciative look and said, "It's ready."

"but……"

He looked at Luo Feng meaningfully, smiled faintly and said: "We have a better proposal, I wonder if you know it."

"What proposal?" Luo Feng raised his eyebrows and asked with interest.

"Cooperation." Marcus stood up, walked to the window, and then said: "We know about your feud with the Shadow Council." "And Iron Tower City also needs to eliminate this cancer."

Luo Feng narrowed his eyes, knowing that if he wanted to cooperate, it would not be that easy to do.

Otherwise, we would not be in this parliament chamber.

"condition?"

"You continue to play the role of a generous rich man, and we will spread the news that the beggar revealed important information to you before he died."

Marcus turned around and said with a playful smile: "In this way, the Shadow Council will naturally find you."

Luo Feng sneered: "Using me as bait?"

He thought it was some brilliant tactic, but it turned out to be nothing special.

But I have to say that it coincides with his current thoughts.

"Do not."

Marcus looked him straight in the eyes and emphasized.

"We are partners. We will provide all-round protection, not just the kind of giving birth without taking care of the child."

He lowered his voice and began to persuade her patiently.

"I heard that you are very interested in the shipping rights of the Iron Tower City Port?"

Luo Feng's heart moved.

Port shipping rights are indeed the key to his next plan.

"I need to think about it," he said finally.

Marcus nodded and said, "Of course."

"But time is running out. The Shadow Council is planning a major operation recently."

"Okay, I hope to see you next time. It will be a good place to eat."

After leaving these words, Luo Feng turned and left.

Marcus's face returned to calm and expressionless.

No one could guess what he was thinking now.

Anderson hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Chief, I'll go see him off first."

As he left the Defense Agency building, Anderson hesitated to speak.

"Just say what you want to say."

Luo Feng turned around and said lightly.

Anderson hesitated and said, “Mr. Luo, that beggar…he might really be just an innocent pawn.”

Luo Feng looked up at the night sky and thought of the beggar's sincere look when he bowed. It was definitely not an act.

But his series of actions seem very strange, which is very strange. What are the variables in the middle?
"I will get to the bottom of this matter. You can ask the director to summarize what he has found for me for the time being."

Luo Feng glanced at him and said, "Whoever is taking advantage of these poor people must pay the price."

After returning to the hotel, Luo Feng immediately summoned Zeng Fan's team.

"Check two things."

He gave the order: "First, find the person to whom the beggar handed over the doll yesterday. I will send you the location later. Go check the surveillance along the way and someone will help you."

"Second, find out the background of the offshore company. It would be best to find the person in charge and test their opinions. I want to start a company with you."

Given Luo Feng's reputation, he believed that no one would refuse.

The team leader took the order and left.

Luo Feng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the dazzling night view of the Iron Tower City.

Tangtang walked in holding her teddy bear, rubbing her eyes and said, "Uncle, you're back."

Luo Feng turned around, put on a gentle smile again and asked, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"I had a nightmare." Tangtang pouted, her little face full of displeasure.

"I dreamed that Xiong Xiong was taken away by bad guys."

Luo Feng was shocked.

It seems that he was still deeply affected by what happened last time.

He squatted down, stroked his niece's hair and said, "Don't be afraid, uncle won't let anyone take your toys away."

After coaxing Tangtang to sleep, Luo Feng's phone suddenly vibrated. It was an encrypted message.

"There is a note inside the doll, which contains the Shadow Council's next phase of action plan."

"The note is in your hand now."

Luo Feng stared at this mysterious message, his eyes gradually turning cold.

Who is this person? Where is the note?
What role does that seemingly innocent beggar play?
The water in Iron Tower City was deeper than he had imagined.

Never mind, just play.

This shop is where the nightlife begins.

Luo Feng parked his car casually in front of the bar. He had not yet gone to the bar in Iron Tower City to take a look.

It is said that the bar style in each place is completely different.

Pushing open the door, noisy music and the smell of alcohol hit him in the face. He glanced around and his eyes fell on a few men in suits sitting in the booth.

The bald man in the lead had a ferocious tiger head tattooed on his neck. He was hugging two girls in revealing clothes and teasing them wantonly.

"Hey, where did this pretty boy come from?"

The bald man saw Luo Feng walking towards the bar and deliberately raised his voice, "This is not a place for a pretentious person like you."

The people around burst into laughter, their eyes piercing Luo Feng like thorns.

After the meeting, Luo Feng went to meet Marcus. He was dressed in a formal suit and tie, and he looked like an elite in society.

Luo Feng leaned on the bar, tapping the counter lightly with his slender fingers.

"A glass of 1961 White Horse whiskey, with three cubes of ice."

The bartender's hands trembled, and he looked at him in disbelief and said, "Sir, are you sure? Our prices here are not low. The 1961 White Horse is our treasure."

"how?"

Luo Feng raised his eyebrows, took out a bank card, tapped it lightly on the bar, and asked, "Hasn't your boss told you that the real good things should be left to those who know the value of them?"

"Dare to ignore me?!"

The bald man sneered, shook his wine glass and walked to Luo Feng, mocking him: "Why are you pretending to be a rich man? There are only a few bottles of 1961 White Horse in the whole Iron Tower City, and you?"

As he spoke, he snatched Luo Feng's bank card and waved it in front of his eyes...

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