America? No, it's the warp!

Logan benefited the most from cooperating with the police department.

He planned to send these three main culprits to the deputy director through Stephen.

This could be attributed to Stephen's achievements, leading to a promotion, and it could also help him build a good relationship with the deputy chief, paving a longer-term path within the police force.

While Stephen also has a promising future, the deputy director has a much brighter future.

On the Blood Gang's side, they became the middleman between the police and the police, which naturally increased their value.

Even if Eddie were stupid, he wouldn't treat himself like that mole, using him and then discarding him.

He only conveyed his position to his underlings today, clearly intending to eliminate him once this matter is over.

The more value you can bring to yourself, the safer you are.

He made a phone call to Stephen.

A dozen seconds later, a tired voice came from the other end:

"Feed..."

"Good evening, Stephen. Are you asleep?"

A moment of silence followed.

"What kind of question is that? It's almost 2 a.m., who's still awake? You just woke me up, what's wrong?"

The voice on the other end sounded groggy, clearly someone who hadn't woken up yet.

"If you want credit, just say the word and I'll send it to you in a bit."

"What?!"

The other side instantly perked up.

"I have apprehended one of the ringleaders in the jade robbery, along with three accomplices."

"Holy shit! My bro! You're my lucky star! The whole police department is racking up cases with no leads, and in just a few days, you've sent me another one."

"Do you want it or not?"

"I want it, I want it! I'm getting up and leaving right now. Where are you? You don't need to bring it to me, I'll go get it."

"Don't rush, I also have a request."

"Go ahead, make your demands!"

"I'd like to have a talk with your deputy director."

"Well... I can't guarantee that. I'll have to ask the deputy director. He should be opening his shop at this time."

A few minutes later, Stephen called back.

"Guess what? The deputy director agreed! He said the location is at the 'Final Horn' beer house. You go ahead, I'll be there right away."

"OK!"

What a coincidence! He managed to visit that beer hall three times in one day.

What a coincidence!

After giving Eddie a brief explanation, Logan led his two henchmen to the beer hall.

They'd been busy for a while, so they ordered a couple of drinks to reward themselves.

The beer hall was still the same as when they came to catch the mole, after all, less than half an hour had passed.

"It's you again!"

The tavern owner was annoyed, as if he had seen a brat who always broke his own windows.

"We meet again, boss."

Logan greeted them with a grin; the other party had already invited him twice in a row, so of course he had to be polite.

"Bring my two young buddies two glasses of their favorite drink."

Then he lowered his voice.

"Give me one of your special cocktails, the kind that's not on the menu."

After saying that, he comforted her further:

"Don't worry, these two are my good brothers. We definitely won't fight after drinking."

The boss glanced at Logan, then at Sean and Jonah, who were also smiling, and finally sighed before pouring each of them a glass of wine.

"Underground World Wave".

The boss pushed over a glass of wine that was as black as ink.

Logan took a sip.

"Tsk... Ouch~ Bitter! What's in here?"

The boss's lips curled up slightly, as if on purpose.

"A liquor made by mixing black coffee, dark chocolate, and burnt barley together."

Logan raised his glass in respect to the unidentified liquid, then took a sip.

The bitter, burnt taste of dark roasted coffee, the chocolate bitterness of high-purity cocoa, and the charred bitterness of burnt barley.

It's even more bitter than the gin I drank half an hour ago. I should have ordered this for that mole.

He would definitely feel that this wine was more bitter than his entire life.

"You've come all this way again, just to have a drink with your friends?"

The owner washed the wine glass in his hand and asked casually.

"Why not? The wine here suits my taste perfectly, and everyone here is a veteran. I feel right at home here."

The boss looked at Logan with a completely disbelieving expression.

"Chasing girls, hitting people—do you think I'd believe you come here three times a day just to drink?"

"Cough cough..."

Logan coughed twice to cover his embarrassment; he didn't want his two underlings to know that he had gone on a date at noon.

"Stop joking, I'm waiting for someone."

The deputy chief of the Seattle Police Department's West Precinct, who chose to meet me here, must also be a veteran.

Do you remember him?

The boss pondered for a few seconds.

"It seems there is indeed a middle-aged policeman who often comes to the store. He said he holds a high-ranking position."

"That must be him. Tell me about him."

The boss looked troubled.

"How could you just tell other people the customer's information like that?"

Logan frowned. In America, privacy is a really tough issue.

"What I mean is, you should order a few more drinks."

?

Where did you learn this?

Logan, somewhat amused and exasperated, had no choice but to agree.

"Three more underground stouts, please!"

Three glasses of jet-black wine were arranged on the table.

Logan was about to share with his underlings when the boss stopped him:

"You can only drink it yourself."

Logan nodded helplessly; he still had half a glass left, and he wondered how long it would take to finish these three glasses.

He didn't drink, and the boss wasn't in a hurry to speak:

"Finish the half-cup you're holding first."

Logan revealed a mask of pain and downed the black liquor in one gulp.

The boss kept his promise and immediately began to reveal:

"That policeman was a white man who looked very strong and must have maintained a proper level of training after his discharge from the military."

He's probably around 40 years old, and I reckon he's likely a veteran who has served for 20 years.

His physique, gaze, and posture all revealed him to be a veteran with extensive combat experience.

The boss stopped abruptly, his eyes fixed on a glass of underground stout.

Logan frowned even more deeply, closed his eyes, and gulped it down.

"According to him, there are people in the police station who have connections with the 'crippled gang,' which he hates very much."

He said that he and a group of ethical police officers despised this and would not have any dealings with gangs.

In my opinion, he's a real man, a role model for the entire Seattle Police Department.

Stop again, then drink again.

Logan felt as if a bitter film had been coated in his throat.

"He is usually a very kind person when drinking."

He doesn't get angry at some drunkards who offend him, and he even often invites people he likes to drink.

Moreover, he never defaulted on his drinks bills, and his name was never on the books.

He was arguably the best drinker in the entire tavern.

……

Logan took a deep breath, somewhat hesitant:

"This is the last cup. Any news from you? If not, I won't drink it."

"There really is more, you can drink it."

After seeing the boss's assurance, Logan sighed and drank the last bitter cup.

"Squeak~"

The tavern door was pushed open.

Logan turned his head and saw Stephen rushing over.

"Stephen! Why are you so late! This wine is killing me! When is the deputy director coming?"

Stephen, with his white face, looked completely bewildered, like a black person staring blankly at the screen.

He glanced at the tavern owner, then at Logan, and asked in astonishment:

"Haven't you two already started chatting?"

???

Logan looked at the boss, whose undisguised smile made the bitter wine in his mouth even more bitter.