Chapter 24 Azelio's Call for Help

Azelio lightly raised the golden eyes on the bridge of his nose, picked up the pen in the pocket of his suit jacket, and began to write in his notebook, and soon a line of beautiful cursive characters appeared on the paper.

"The judge has settled it." Donnie looked at the line, and then he raised his head to see Azelio slightly nodded his head.

Downey stretched out his hand to signal that he was going to speak. Azelio handed the paper and pen to Downey. Downey thought for a while and wrote in his notebook: "We still have a sum of money hidden abroad that the police haven't found. Find a way Get it back and give it to the boss of the Gambino family, and let them handle the rest."

After reading the line, Azelio nodded his head slightly. Downey saw that Azelio had his head, so he continued to write: "This money is now kept by a guy named William Peek. You go to contact him and let him find a way to legally transfer the money within a month." Bring it back, remember, it must be legal, otherwise it will only be cheaper for those policemen, we can give him more benefits..."

The police outside the door have been paying attention to the movement inside the house, but it is a pity that it is surprisingly quiet inside. Soon a policeman lost his temper. He took two cups of coffee and walked into the interrogation room. When he entered the interrogation room. Downey and Azelio just sat without saying a word, the table was empty, and Ben couldn't tell what the two of them had just done.

"Gentlemen, would you like some coffee?" The policeman vainly concealed his purpose of coming in. Azelio smiled at him, then got up and shook hands with Downey and left the interrogation room directly. Downey also got up slowly and walked towards the policeman. He picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip, then frowned and spit it back into the cup.

"It's too bad to drink, can we go?" Downey asked the policeman, and then swaggered out of the interrogation room.

Azelio walked quickly towards the exit of the prison with his briefcase in hand, and when he had already stepped out of the prison gate with one foot, he was suddenly stopped by a prison guard.

"I'm sorry, we need to search your briefcase." The policeman who spoke put his hands on his baton, and stared at Azelio with provocative eyes.

There was a hint of doubt and caution in Azelio's eyes, and he slowly raised his hands. The police grabbed Azelio's briefcase, dumped the contents on the ground, and kicked the contents of the briefcase with their toes, and soon the things were kicked everywhere. Azelio looked at the policeman with a calm expression, as if it had nothing to do with him.

The policeman found nothing. He picked up the notebook on the ground and rummaged through it. There was nothing written on it. The policeman threw the notebook aside angrily, and there seemed to be no need to check other things on the ground. Finally, the policeman threw the briefcase on the ground violently and stomped a few times with his leather boots.

Azelio was fine, he just looked at the policeman calmly, after the policeman ended the inspection insultingly, Azelio squatted on the ground, picked up the scattered items one by one, and dusted off the dust Put it back in the briefcase. Then walked into the parking lot with calm steps, found his car and got in.

Sitting in the cab, Azelio let out a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, then picked up a bottle of mineral water placed on the car door and drank it. It was not because he was thirsty, but It was the piece of paper that I communicated with Downey in the prison just now, which was stuck in his throat at this moment, and he was very uncomfortable because it was stuck up and down. He had to drink water to get the piece of paper down.

Azelio drank the water too quickly and choked. After a violent cough, Azelio finally recovered. He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and put them in the eye box. He took out the sunglasses he was used to wearing when driving and put them on the bridge of his nose. Then drove out of the parking lot.

The road from the prison to the urban area was very remote, and there were no vehicles at all. Soon Azelio found a blue Fiat car following behind him. No, this must be the police car, they are blatantly following them now,

Don't take Azelio seriously at all. The purpose of the police is to stare at Azelio, so that he can't do anything at all.

Azelio has nothing to do about it, even if he gets off the car and asks these people to argue, these people will not admit it. Azelio shook his head helplessly, he accelerated the speed of the car, and soon the car drove into the urban area, with the tail still following him swaggeringly.

Azelio led the police around the city of Milan round after round, but unfortunately they still couldn't get rid of this tail. out of desperation

Azelio could only stop in front of a restaurant called Palermo House.

In the restaurant, two strong men covered in tattoos are busy in front of the stove. They are wearing sleeveless vests, their strong arms are exposed, and they are cooking Palermo's specialties in full swing. There were a lot of customers in the restaurant, the waiter saw Azelio walking in and immediately went up to serve him, Azelio stretched out his palm to indicate that he didn't need it. He walked straight to the two chefs, and said in a low voice, "Help me! I'm being targeted by the police!"

The two cooks turned to look at Azelio, and one of them shook his head to signal Azelio to go inside. Azelio hurriedly walked inside, while the two chefs turned around and continued cooking.

As soon as Azelio entered, the policemen who had been following him rushed into the restaurant. They didn't find Azelio at all, so they rushed in hastily. The two chefs stopped at the hands of the fellows and blocked their way with kitchen knives.

"Get out of the way, we are the police, don't hinder us!" The policeman pointed at the chef arrogantly, but the two chefs were indifferent. A policeman stretched out his hand to strike, but was quickly stopped by his colleague. The policeman who tried to stop him approached his colleague and said in a low voice: "Don't be impulsive, this is the territory of the Gambino family." After hearing this, the colleague calmed down involuntarily.

Azelio didn't know what was happening outside. He was hiding in the underground wine cellar of the restaurant and making a phone call. The voice waiting on the phone was really maddening.

"Hello, this is the Saxon pharmacy!" The call was finally connected, and the caller was speaking in German, and Azelio hurriedly said in Italian: "Hello, I want to find Mr. William Peek."

"I am!" replied William Pique.

"On behalf of Mr. Frank Costello Genovese, I am using a fund that is deposited with you, the amount is about 20 million U.S. dollars, and we hope that the money will be legally transferred to an account in Italy within a month ..." Azelio said.

"One month, the time is too short, and I never launder money for clients!" William Pique instinctively wanted to refuse.

"We can use 20% of it as a reward for this transaction. For the Genovese family, please lend a helping hand!" Azelio said anxiously. (To be continued.)