Chapter 1807
"Ring, ring, ring-"
In the middle of the night, the phone suddenly rang. Jefferson grabbed the phone and silenced it.
After confirming that Adrienne hadn''t been woken up, he got out of bed and went to the balcony to
answer the phone. "What''s the matter?"
"Captain Hefner, I''ve received word that tonight at 2 a.m. there will be a deal carried out at
Mangrove Bay." A familiar middle-aged man''s voice came from the other end of the phone. This
man was a gangster and often yed double agent for both sides of thew. He didn''t have any big
forces behind him, but he had a widework of friends and was very well-informed. He was
typically known on the streets as Aero''.
After Jefferson became the leader of the narcotics team, he reached out to Aero to cooperate with
him. However, Aero was a man who liked to y both sides. He still wanted to live a couple of years
more. Naturally, he was unwilling to be tied down to the police.
But of course, Jefferson had his own means. Under Jefferson''s persuasive methods, Aero had no
choice but to be his informant.
The previous month, Jefferson had managed to bust a drug dealing based on Aero''s tip-off. In
exchange, Aero received a ''reward''.
After thest cooperation, Jefferson hadn''t taken the initiative to look for Aero again. For one, he
had no time. Secondly, the information he had at the moment was not rted to Aero''s expertise.
Jefferson hadn''t expected Aero to offer up information voluntarily...
He was a little suspicious. "Are you sure it''s tonight? Are you sure it''s in Mangrove Bay?"
Aero assured him, "Captain Hefner, you have something on me. Unless I want to die, why would I
give you false information?"
Jefferson wasn''t worried that Aero would lie to him. Rather, he was more worried that Aero''s identity
had been discovered. Someone might have been trying to set him up. "What have you been doing
recently? Who have you been close to? Have you been drunk? Do you owe any debts?"
"Captain Hefner, Mr. Hefner, I know how dangerous it is to be a police informant. I''m not that stupid
as to expose myself and get caught. I may not know how to do many things, but being cautious is
my forte." Aero understood Jefferson''s worry. As he said, he took this matter very seriously because
his life depended on it.
"What''s the specific location of the deal at Mangrove Bay?" asked Jefferson again.
"Well..." Aero hesitated and answered, "All I know is, it''s going to be at a bar there. I''m not sure
exactly which one."
Mangrove Bay had a whole street of bars. Generally, they would stay open until three o''clock in the
morning. At 2 a.m., all the bars would be open. If they had to check each bar one by one, it would
stir up too muchmotion. Without hesitation, Jefferson responded, "If it goes well tonight, I''ll
remember your efforts. If the information is false, you know the consequences."
Then, he hung up the phone and immediately sent texts to a few team members. Jefferson asked
them to get to the station immediately to prepare. After that, he went back into the house.
On the big bed in the room, Adrienne slept soundly and looked calm. It seemed that she had no
more nightmares.
Jefferson came forward and sat down beside the bed, gently feeling Adrienne''s forehead. Her body
temperature was back to normal, but he was still worried. He whispered in her ear, "Little Specky, I
have some work to do.
You sleep alone for now, but don''t be afraid."
He pulled the quilt again to cover Adrienne''s body. After checking on her a few more times, he went
out nervously.
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When Jefferson arrived, the other team members were already there. He ordered, "I just received a
message that there will be a trade deal going on at one of the bars at Mangrove Bay, but we don''t
know which bar it is."
He raised his hand to look at his watch and added, "It''s already one 1 a.m., we don''t have much
time to get ready. We''re in a hurry. Now, let''s have five minutes to prepare and we''ll set off after five
minutes."
All the narcotics team policemen were well-trained. After receiving Jefferson''smand, they all
immediately got ready. In less than five minutes, the whole team was fully equipped and ready to
go. At Jefferson''smand, the car sped off.
While driving, Jefferson started to assign tasks. "There are at least 50 bars of different capacities
along the street at Mangrove Bay. We don''t know where the drug dealers will be meeting. When we
get there, each person will go into one bar and check out the situation. If you discover anything,
report back to me immediately. Don''t act rashly without my orders."
Everyone replied in unison, "Yes, sir."
One hour wasn''t much time. Fortunately, the road at night was quite empty. In less than 20 minutes,
they arrived at Mangrove Bay.
As per Jefferson''s instructions, each person went into one bar to check it out.
Fortunately, Mangrove Bay was a ce where every inch ofnd was expensive. None of the bars
were too big, therefore it was easy to get a clear picture of every corner of the bar at a nce.
Jefferson visited two different bars but found nothing unusual.
Seeing that the time was getting closer to two o''clock, Jefferson frowned slightly. Looking around,
he saw one specific bar that seemed to be a lot livelier than the rest.
He walked in.
He found a ce to sit down, waved his hand, and called the waiter. The bar was crowded with
people and the lights were dim. The waiter did not notice him, so he squeezed into the middle of the
bar.
The two men, who he pushed away, were about to get angry. However, when they saw Jefferson''s
fierce expression, they didn''t dare to say anything and moved to the side.
Jefferson sat down at the main seating area of the bar. The waiter had no choice but to serve him
then. The waiter greeted politely, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"
"What''s the most famous drink here?" Jefferson was talking to the waiter at the bar, but he did not
ignore the situation around him. He had his eye on every tiny movement that anyone made.
There was a significantly higher amount of peopleing into this bar and it was also much more
spacious. The lights were also darker than the other two bars. Jefferson instinctively felt that he
needed to stay alert.
"Sir, you came to a street of bars to drink and you even came into our store, but you don''t know our
famous drink?" The waiter gave a rather sarcastic answer, which caused Jefferson to lose his
temper. "Should everyone know what your bar is famous for? Does the king own this ce or
something?"
Seeing that Jefferson wasn''t someone he could afford to offend, the waiter immediately corrected
his attitude and apologized, "Sir, I''m sorry. I was careless. I''ll introduce it to you now." "The most
famous drink in our store is Killing Magre. It was brewed by our bartender, Magre, and it''s his
favorite brew so far. A lot of younger people like him and patrons woulde back almost every
day." The waiter continued to boast about their signature drink, he even included multiple hand
gestures to emphasize his point as if working here was something to be proud of.