Black Gloves 4K

Chapter 153 Black Gloves 4K

Frank Castro had been sitting in his study in his bathrobe for a long time.

What is about to happen tomorrow could very well be a pivotal turning point in Frank's life.

Just like 30 years ago when Frank chose to cooperate with that person, and 10 years ago when he arranged for an undercover agent to infiltrate the LAPD.

So Frank was unusually excited tonight, to the point that he didn't even notice the extra pen in the pen holder in his study that didn't belong to him.

Yes, a pen is indeed easy to miss, but given Frank's meticulousness, he could have noticed it.

However, this is normal. Everyone makes mistakes.

Suddenly, the cell phone on the table rang.

Frank picked up his phone and glanced at the number displayed, which made him frown.

"Mr. Walsh, it's been a long time since you called me."

"Hehe, Castro, it's a good thing I didn't call you, it means nothing happened."

Frank felt a chill run down his spine at the relaxed tone of Mr. Walsh's voice on the phone.

"Mr. Walsh, what major event has caused you to call me this time?"

Frank himself didn't realize that his tone had become somewhat tense. He knew he was just that person's black glove, someone who could easily crush him.

"Castru, I heard you're going to make a deal with Adams Byrne?"

Frank felt his blood freeze at those words; he had only confirmed it during the day, and Walsh found out that very night.

This intelligence capability is truly frightening.

"Mr. Walsh, did Eva tell you?"

"Heh, so you knew all along that Eva was one of my people. You're as clever as ever. But you're wrong this time. This information comes from the FBI."

"What? Why didn't Courtney tell me!"

"I told Courtney not to tell you, because I wanted to talk to you in person."

Frank fell silent. He knew that Walsh's talk of talking was not going to give him a chance to refuse, but he had no choice.

Just like Frank, who clearly guessed that Eva was arranged by Walsh, he could only accept her becoming his wife and didn't even dare to touch a hair on Eva's head, and could only vent his dissatisfaction with cold violence.

"Mr. Walsh, what are your thoughts?"

"I want Adams Byrne's formula. Afterwards, I'll give you $5000 million and send you to Southeast Asia to retire."

Frank's heart sank; the worst had happened.

"Of course, I will certainly meet Mr. Walsh's request, but is $5000 million all you want?"

"Don't be too greedy, Castro. I'm only giving you $5000 million because of our years of cooperation. Courtney will only get one-fifth of what you get."

Compared to Courtney, Frank felt a little better.

However, Courtney was able to spend her later years peacefully in America, while Frank had to go to Southeast Asia. It's hard to say who was more comfortable.

With his eyes closed, Frank realized he had no right to bargain and could only accept Walsh's terms.

"Mr. Walsh, I'll take care of things for you."

"Excellent! Castro, you're as smart as ever. I love talking to smart people. I've got everything arranged. All you have to do is go and make the deal with the FBI tomorrow, and then take Adams Byrne with you. Courtney will contact you with the details."

After saying that, the phone call ended.

Frank slumped into the chair, a chill running down his spine.

Just then, the study door was pushed open, and Eva, wearing a transparent white nightgown, stood in the doorway.

At this moment, Eva's face no longer held the gentle expression she usually had; her emerald eyes were filled with indifference.

"Who let you in!"

Frank glared at Eva, his expression like that of a bloodthirsty wolf.

Unfortunately, Eva had already seen through Frank; he only looked like a wolf, but was actually just a dog.

A dog chained up, raging in a helpless frenzy.

"Mr. Walsh has already told you, hasn't he?"

"Fuck! What's it to you?"

Eva shook her head dismissively, then suddenly took off her nightgown.

The enormous curves, the perfect lines, and the mysterious, alluring dark forest all contribute to this woman's immense sexual allure.

However, Frank did not move at all.

"Swearing won't work. If you're so capable, then take your anger out on me with actions. Don't worry, I won't tell Mr. Walsh."

However, Frank simply clenched his fists, his face turning bright red, like a white baboon that had failed to mate.

Eva shook her head, a look of disdain on her face.

"What a piece of trash!"

After saying that, Eva put her nightgown back on and turned to leave.

(Eva)

"ah""

Frank went berserk and became a desktop cleaning master, sweeping everything on his desk onto the floor.

Its horrifying appearance was like that of a rabid dog.

But this mad dog was only mad on the surface; he never dared to take that step.

If Frank really had the guts, he wouldn't have waited until today.

After venting his frustrations, Frank sat helplessly on the ground, his heart filled with nothing but fear and despair.

Rosen only saw this scene the next day when he woke up and reviewed the spy pen recording.

Frank had already discovered the spy pen, but probably thought Eva had placed it there, so he didn't touch it and instead put it back in the pen holder, which surprised Rosen.

At the same time, Rosen also learned about the person behind Frank and Eva, a guy named Mr. Walsh.

This guy has considerable influence; he can even get inside information from within the FBI.

The Adams Byrne case was considered top secret by the Los Angeles FBI, and very few people knew about it.

This made Rosen hesitant to easily leak information to the FBI.

Fortunately, Rosen obtained the name or surname of the FBI mole from the spy pen's recordings.

The surname Courtney sounds familiar!

Unfortunately, Rosen had never spent more than a few days in the FBI building and knew very little about his colleagues, only a limited number of them.

Otherwise, we could have directly identified Courtney.

Wait, perhaps we can do it through Zhen?

Rosen hesitated for a moment, but still called Jane.

After exchanging the code, Rosen got straight to the point.

"Jane, do you know who Courtney is?"

"Courtney? You mean the deputy chief? The deputy chief's name is Jonathan Courtney."

"Deputy Director? Rosen knew that the FBI mole was likely already in a high position, but he didn't expect this guy to be the deputy director."

No wonder Frank Castro has been able to escape unscathed all these years.

With five LAPD undercover agents betraying him on one hand, and the FBI deputy director protecting him on the other, Frank could actually rest easy as long as he only needed to guard against the DEA.

"Rosen? Rosen? What's wrong?"

Rosen paused for a moment, which puzzled Jane on the other end of the phone.

"I'm fine, I was just spacing out for a while."

"Rosen, why are you suddenly asking about the deputy director? Did something happen?"

"Jane, you might not believe it, but Jonathan Courtney is Frank Castro's supplier, and they've been working together for years."

"Wow! Is this for real?"

Rosen's information was so explosive that Jane, a well-educated girl, couldn't help but swear.

"I'm 90% sure I got this surname by eavesdropping on Frank Castro's phone calls. I also heard another surname, Walsh, which sounds like it belongs to a big shot. Jane, have you heard of that surname?"

"Walsh? That sounds familiar, but I don't really remember it!"

Based on this, it seems that Mr. Walsh is not a member of the FBI system.

"Rosen, forget about Walsh for now, we need to deal with Jonathan Courtney first! Yesterday, Courtney was present at the Director's operations meeting, and all our operational plans have been exposed!"

Rosen was already somewhat prepared for this.

"Jane, don't rush! This is actually an advantage! At least Frank Castro's people will never imagine that we already know they know our battle plan!"

This sounds a bit convoluted, but it actually means using information asymmetry to deceive the enemy.

"Rosen, I understand what you mean, but I'm afraid it'll be difficult for the two of us to change the situation on our own, right?"

"Can you confirm that the other FBI agents are credible? If someone tells Courtney about this, we'll lose our information advantage, and they might even use it against us."

Jane bit her lip; she really couldn't be sure if the other agents were trustworthy, after all, even the deputy chief was doing this kind of thing.

Faced with such enormous profits, even if Jane has a family protecting her, she might still be silenced.

"Jane, don't overthink it. I'll find a solution. You just need to prepare yourself mentally and be careful when trading."

"I understand! Rosen, you also need to be careful—your safety is the most important thing!"

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

After hanging up the phone, Rosen fell into deep thought.

Although Rosen said that nothing would happen, he still felt a little uneasy.

The current situation is that the FBI is playing its cards completely open with Frank. Frank has a clear understanding of the FBI's hand, while the FBI knows nothing about it.

Fortunately, Rosen also knows Frank's biggest trump card, which means he has the ability to become an unpredictable factor that can change the situation.

However, it's still necessary to get some insurance.

Thinking of this, Rosen immediately took out his phone and dialed Swifa's number.

After purchasing the insurance, Rosen contacted Billy Costigan.

"Mr. Kostignan, are you ready?"

"Yes, I've already contacted Mike, and he's agreed to let me go to him."

"Very good! Mr. Kostigan, I'll send someone to find you right away. Please wait a moment."

"Wait a minute, weren't you the one who came to find me?"

"Relax, Mr. Costigan! It's inconvenient for me to accompany you; Asians are just too conspicuous. But you can rest assured, you can completely trust the people I send."

Billy was eventually persuaded by Rosen and revealed his location.

Half an hour later, Billy saw a pale, thin man find him.

"Hello, Mr. Costigan, my name is Jack Cole!"

Billy frowned as he looked at Rosen in Jack Cole's form, his expression somewhat suspicious.

Because Rosen in his Jack form looks sinister and doesn't seem like a good person at all.

"Are you Mr. Rosen's friend?"

"Yes, he wants me to go with you to find your friend. What are we waiting for? Time is money, my friend!"

Jack warmly put his arm around Billy's neck.

Billy wanted to refuse, but his arm wasn't fully healed, so he could only let the other person lead him into the car.

Soon, the two drove to an apartment located in the eastern part of Long Beach.

"Is this the place?"

"Yes, the address Mike gave me is this apartment."

Billy went up and knocked on the door.

"Mike, it's me!"

The apartment door opened a crack, and a man about Billy's age peered out through the gap.

Judging from this, the door should have been fitted with a security chain.

"Billy, you really came?"

Mike looked somewhat wary, clearly taken aback by Billy's sudden visit.

Because of the angle of view, Mike did not see Rosen standing to the side.

"Mike, I need to talk to you about something important. Please open the door."

Mike didn't open the door. Since Frank had assigned him this job, it meant that Frank trusted him.

Frank certainly wouldn't assign such an important task to an incompetent person.

Frank actually trusted Billy quite a bit; if it weren't for his arm not being fully healed, this job would have originally been given to Billy to choose.

"Billy, something's off! What's wrong?"

Billy frowned, unsure how to proceed, when Rosen suddenly spoke up.

"Mike, we are here on behalf of Mr. Castro."

Rosen's voice startled Mike.

"Who are you? Damn it, Billy, why did you bring a stranger with you?"

The core members of the Castro gang are so few that strangers can recognize them at a glance.

"I'm not a stranger. I'm a veteran in the gang, you just don't know it."

Billy nodded quickly.

Mike looked at Rosen suspiciously, still somewhat disbelieving.

"You say you're an old man? I don't recognize you."

"Because my identity is not special, I cannot easily reveal it. How about this, I'll make a phone call to Mr. Castro, and you'll find out."

""

Rosen pretended to take out his phone and dial a number, then turned on speakerphone but deliberately pressed his finger on the phone number.

"Mr. Castro, we have found Mike, but he doesn't believe us."

The caller ID read "Mr. Frank Castro," leaving Billy, who was standing nearby, stunned.

"Mike, let Billy and Jack in. I sent them."

Mike didn't notice Billy's expression, and when he heard Frank's voice, he immediately agreed.

"Yes, Mr. Castro!"

"Mr. Castro, I'll hold off for now and call you back later!"

As he spoke, Mike had already unlocked the security chain.

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