On the streets of the wandering area, there is a cafe called Kabalach. There are few customers here, but they open the door at 9:00 in the morning and open normally. Most of the time, starting from 9:30 in the morning, there is only one man sitting there, holding the account book and a calculator, calculating the expenses in the cafe one by one.

The guy who sat by the window and looked like an ordinary man was Arrieg. He was not as arrogant as a gangster, and there was no luxurious food on the dining table. Apart from a cup of steaming coffee, the plate of waffles that everyone could eat every day was the only snack.

squeak.

At this time, the door of the cafe was pushed open. When he appeared in the cafe on weekends, the barista at the counter didn't even look at him.

"Leo, give our patrolman a cup of coffee."

Arrieg's voice attracted the weekend. The moment he turned his head and looked over, the man looked down at his account book as if he had said something casually, without even raising his eyelids.

"Sir, we have already paid a full $4,600 in rent just this month. We are asking this patrolman to have a cup of coffee... Are you sure you want to do this?"

Leo is a very clean and neat young man. He is wearing a black vest and a white shirt, and the neckline is tied with a bow that only five-star hotel service staff will hang there. The handsome face of the Eastern Europeans should be the most attractive face in a nightclub, but this guy who looks in his twenties has an old-fashioned spirit.

"Do as I said, give the patrolman a cup of coffee, the same coffee as mine."

Weekend walked over to the sound and sat opposite Arrieg. He saw a face with a national font.

At that time, Arrieg raised his head and closed the account book, folded his forearms on the table and said, "Mr. Patrolman, are you here to have coffee, or?"

He did not shy away from his identity at all.

I didn't rush to get into the topic on the weekend and talked about some irrelevant things: "What does Kabalach mean?" He pointed to the name of the cafe.

"It is the most beautiful place in Armenia. We call it the 'Rainbow Country'. There are mountains covered with vegetation. The waist of the mountains seems to have made a huge inner sink appear like a hungry God dug a spoon. The beautiful scenery comes out. The streams on the mountain dripped along the sinks, without the rushing waterfalls, and the broken water droplets form a water curtain. When we were young, we would swim from the lake water at the foot of the mountain to the potholes in the mountain, and use the falling water droplets to see the dazzling sunlight in our eyes. At that time, we thought we could see the sun, but we didn't expect that we could see the sun just shining into colorful water droplets under the sunlight."

This guy reads a lot of books, and this is his first reaction on the weekend, because a middle-level gangster with a low level of education cannot describe a beautiful landscape picture in just a few sentences, making you feel relaxed and happy as if you saw it with your own eyes.

"Is this why you bought this cafe?" said a sentence over the weekend.

Arrieg nodded: "There are all the good memories of my childhood."

"Why don't you just stay in Armenia?"

"After the disintegration of the Soviet Union, Armenia became independent. Since then, in the Caucasus region, it has fallen into frequent wars for border disputes. You are a policeman and you must know that war and poverty are the breeding grounds for the growth of gangs. Therefore, Armenian gangs began to rise, and you must have never seen how the people live in a country in war and gangsters. If I were still in Armenia now, I would not have owned this cafe."

I kept staring at Arrieg's eyes that had never flashed over the weekend: "Aren't you afraid that the United States will become the next Armenia because of too many of you?"

"Hahahaha..." Arrieg laughed.

He responded to the question of malfunctioning: "Do you know why I hate the law? The law elevates people to the height of the country. Mr. Patrolman, I am an ordinary person, I run clubs, cafes, and do... business here. Don't tell me the difference between justice and evil. You have never experienced the difference between an illegal immigrant from not having an inch of land under his feet to having an investment banker status, a house, a wife and six lovers. If you say that the former is justice and the latter is evil, I will tell you that I am willing to exchange it and exchange it for my soul."

That expression... I haven't seen it on the weekend.

Ariger is not vicious at all, and his words reveal a well-educated nature, but when the question touches his identity, he directly gave an answer that is completely inconsistent with any moral values.

Not everyone is within the moral framework. Some people will completely abandon something after experiencing a special life in exchange for what they need.

"Private, your coffee."

The handsome young man in the bar walked over with a tray. When he put down the coffee cup, he turned around and turned around without any interest in the conversation here and walked back.

"Mr. Patrolman, try it. This is the authentic Blue Mountain coffee. I promise you that in all the coffee shops in the Wandering Area, only the Blue Mountain coffee here is produced in Jamaica."

I was watching Arrieg all the time over the weekend. He was a little confused about whether this person was the same as the person in the information. In the internal information of the police station, this man from Armenia was a man who started his business with a dancer - Ma Hu - the eldest brother. He was not the type of evil deeds, but belonged to... who was born with a woman's fate and made women feel reliable and willing to do business with him.

To be honest, I didn’t think this kind of person is anything great on weekends. In his eyes, this kind of person is no different from the boss who runs KTVs, baths, and private clubs. In the police world, this kind of person is not extremely vicious.

But this is such a person who controls the breeding ground of sin in his jurisdiction.

Take off the clothes and dancer's business is the hotbed. Once a customer and the dancer have a dispute during the business, Arrieg or any of the people in the world will regard it as a provocation. At that time, they will take action without asking the reason, otherwise the group of dancers will smear them regardless of whether they are themselves or not. A person who cannot even protect the dancer will not climb to the middle of the gang. Then when the provocation occurs, what they say to the customers will definitely not be "Welcome to watch".

Also, you can't expect the men who come to find dancers are ordinary office workers, right? In fact, there are more people in the world who are good at this. So, what if the gangsters and dancers have a dispute?

Gang war is definitely not a quarrel between two elder brothers and let their brothers go out to fight for life and death. Many times, one or two people at the bottom first conflict, and then develop into a circle of friends with these two people as the core, and eventually a bloody incident that cannot be controlled by the top **oss.

So, no matter whether this Arrieg is full of evil deeds on the weekend, he will take action!

"Drink a cup of coffee."

It was natural for the weekend to say: "By the way, you have to stop the business in the back alley of the club. You should know what I'm talking about, right?"
Chapter completed!