North American detective: From scoundrel to god among men

Chapter 52 Jack Wells

Winston stared silently at the four gold coins laid out on the table.

Even for someone in his management position, four million US dollars is definitely not a small amount, but rules cannot be broken, and besides, he's not the kind of guy who would fall for money at the sight of it.

In short, he didn't trust this newcomer named Jack. If all newcomers played by the rules like Mr. Jack, then there was no point in continuing the hotel.

On the other hand, Jack was clearly brought by Mr. John and acted intimately with him, even taking money directly from John's pocket.

Therefore, Winston could not ignore John's feelings.

That's how North American society is. Rules are rules, and personal relationships are personal relationships. You can't get things done without rules, but if you only follow rules and have no personal relationships, you won't last long.

Even the ruthless society of assassins is, in the end, a society based on human relationships.

Moreover, what moved Winston the most was John's last words: "This is a personal matter."

Thinking of this, Winston slowly said:

"Mr. Jack Vizra, who has come here so abruptly, if you need any services, I can introduce you to suitable candidates on behalf of the hotel."

He neither offered the service nor refused it, but instead passed the information to Titus, so that it would have nothing to do with the hotel; it was something they did privately.

John asked eagerly:

"Who?"

Winston hesitated for a moment, his gaze passing over the shimmering champagne tower, the old red leather sofa, the colorful stage and the strippers, all the way to the bar where the drinks were displayed.

bar reception area...

Titus and John looked over.

She was a bartender at the front desk. John recognized her; her name was Etty, a nice girl and one of his few friends in this cold underground world.

Without another word, the two quickly went to the bar counter.

It is worth mentioning that Titus generously did not take back the four gleaming gold coins.

"Aidi..."

"Hey Jonathan, long time no see! How's your life in seclusion?"

Etty did not call him by his assassin name, John, but instead used his everyday name after he went into seclusion: Jonathan.

The girl's eyes held a bright smile. She had beautiful, long, wavy hair that fell over her shoulders. Her entire right arm was covered in black tattoos of flowers, vines, and thorns, and she also had a dark Gothic tattoo on her neck. This undoubtedly indicated that the girl was an "insider." As far as Titus knew, in North America, only the most powerful members of gangs usually had full-arm tattoos and so many other tattoos.

"It feels pretty good."

"I've heard about your wife's situation, and I'm very sorry about it."

"fine…"

After a moment of silence, Etty mixed him a classic cocktail. The base spirit was bourbon whiskey, with sugar cubes, bitters, and orange peel. The taste was strong and rich with a woody caramel aroma.

Etty pushed the cocktail toward John:

"What brought you here?"

"I'm looking for someone, Joseph Tarasov."

Meanwhile, Titus, who was sitting idly at the bar, made a Jack Wells drink, but still no one knew how to make it.

Titus had no choice but to prepare the ingredients himself. He didn't disturb John, but the way Eddie looked at John was clearly unusual, and the name he called him was also quite different.

What assassin would reveal their everyday name to someone in the industry after retiring? Take Jonathan, for example. If Eddie hadn't called him that, Titus wouldn't have known.

"Let John have it. Judging from his affectionate gaze, it should be a sure thing," Titus thought to himself as he looked toward the stage.

The stripper finally undressed, her alluring figure unforgettable, her singing extravagant and intoxicating, as enchanting as the Seine under the shade of trees in summer.

"I adore you can't you see you're meant for me."

(I love you, don't you understand that we are a match made in heaven?)

"Summer's hot but I've been cold without you"

(Even the hottest summer day is without you, it's like falling into an abyss of ice.)

「I was so wrong not to tell medellín tangerine dreams」

(But I couldn't tell that this was all a beautiful dream.)

Titus was lost in his reverie when the approaching clatter of high heels jolted him awake. He looked up and saw a strikingly beautiful woman with dark hair.

The beautiful woman sat down next to Titus with a dry Manhattan in her hand. It was a ruthless cocktail with a base of spicy rye whiskey. The taste was mellow and crisp, and it was clean and crisp in one sip, without any unnecessary frills.

Just like... a woman's style of dress: a short black fur cape with delicate black lambskin trim, paired with a pure black cashmere knit turtleneck underneath, and tight combat pants commonly used by assassins, precisely wrapping around her shapely buttocks and fleshy thighs. This is a style of dress that is black from head to toe, without a single unnecessary embellishment.

She suddenly asked:

"Is it pretty?"

Imagine you're listening to music in a brothel, completely engrossed in the performance.

Suddenly! A tall, black-haired, mature woman sits down next to you and asks you provocatively if the girls on stage are exciting?

So, what would you choose?

Titus pondered for a moment and said:

"It's quite beautiful."

But then he seemed dissatisfied with the answer, as if he couldn't clearly express his thoughts, and thus fell into deeper thought.

"If I had to say..."

The woman was drawn to his honesty and halting words, her cunning eyes fixed on him quietly like a fox's.

After a moment, he looked into the woman's eyes and said seriously:

"A tall, mature woman with a big, perky butt like Naoko is prettier."

The woman couldn't help but chuckle at his antics, her fingers swirling the wine glass back and forth on the bar table, caressing it as if she were mischievously toying with it.

She asked:

"Are you looking at me as you say these words?"

Titus shook his head and said sincerely:

"I wouldn't know then. We'll have to check it carefully; my standards are very high..."

"Really?"

The woman picked up her wine glass and took a small sip. The wine moistened her fleshy pink lips, and a little spilled from the corner of her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and licked it around.

Titus also raised his glass and took a small sip.

"Should we find a place to have a thorough check-up?"

Strong liquor, long, straight black hair, an SSS-level figure, flirting, underground bars—these three words alone might get a man's blood pumping.

But when these things are put together, no one will fail to carefully consider them:

Is this woman really going to sleep with you, or is she just trying to seduce you? She can't possibly be trying to win your heart...

Titus glanced at the stage woman again, smiled slightly, and said:

"Actually, I still prefer this feeling of being able to admire from afar but not to be touched."

"Really? Scared? Scared I'll eat you?"

"I haven't asked your name yet?"

"Perkins".

"Tai...Jack, you can just call me Jack."

Perkins smiled slightly and asked:

"What should I call you, Jack, or Ty Jack?"

"Whatever you want."

Titus raised his glass and took a big gulp, never expecting to be so careless.

"Alright, Ms. Perkins, let's get straight to the point. What brings you here?"

Perkins said:

"Perhaps it's for this drink, a completely new product I've never seen before. What's it called?"

Titus thought to himself, "This guy is really cunning."

"Jack Wells, want to know the recipe? Vodka on the rocks, lime juice, ginger ale, and of course, the most important thing."

"What?"

Titus pressed his hand to his chest, then removed it, rubbing his fingers lightly against the rim of the cup as if to add something more.

He met Perkins's questioning gaze and slowly said:

"A little bit of love..."

Just then, John walked over, patted Titus on the shoulder, and handed him a slip of paper with a place name written on it:

Red Circle Club.

John nodded to him, and Titus understood that they had found the little bastard's hiding place, and it was time to make a big move!

Titus stood up without the slightest hesitation or even a goodbye, and followed John out of the underground bar.

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