Amanda was surprised, “Now, let him use it!”
Perdero was a little bit embarrassed, “The qualified undercover was sent by my mother. I don’t know who the undercover is. Now, she has forgotten this thing.”
Amanda grabbed him and went on saying, “Try going home, maybe you can make your mom think of something!” Their broken cars were smoking black and flew towards the suburbs.
Trish was playing mahjong with several older sisters, while Perdero and Amanda rushed back to pull her mother, “Mom, do you remember who was the person you arranged for the undercover of the black tiger Gang?”
Trish looked at the card, “40, 000!”
Right home, “Touch!”
Trish turned to look, and Amanda and Perdero looked forward to it.
“I remember!” Trish said.
“Who was it?” Asked predro.
Trish said, “Mark is our undercover!”
Perdero was surprised. “Mark? He is the vice leader of the black tiger Gang! He’s our undercover?”
“Three!” Trish continued to play cards. “Yes, mark!”
Perdero was very happy, but suddenly he was depressed again. “But mark, their vice leader, he died three years ago!”
Amanda said, “Maybe it’s someone else who was also called Mark.”
Trish added, “… and Jason!”
Perdero replied, “Jason? Jason Simmons?”
Trish answered, “Three, oh, there are three of them. Yes, it’s Jason Simmons!”
“My mother still doesn’t remember anything.” Perdero said with a long sigh.
“Jason Simmons, go and check this man!” Amanda said.
He replied, “No need.”
“You already know who it is?”
“Of course, Jason Simmons is the leader of the black tigers!” He said helplessly.
Amanda was also very helpless. “It seems that the old lady can’t find out what the useful things are.”
Perdero and Amanda walked away helplessly and said, “I’ll still communicate with country A first.”
He suddenly realized things and said, “Wait a minute.”
“Yes?” She asked.
“Mark is dead. Jason, though certainly, is still alive. Hence, Mark Jason is also alive , would it be him?” he asked and suddenly realized things again, “And this Mark Jason I met in my cattle farm, I thought it was just a coincidence that the farm was big and a lot of people would go for a picnic nearby”
“As we think now, maybe it’s not a coincidence!” He said.
“Let’s go to the cattle farm first!” Said Amanda.
Their golf was black again, and soon they came to the cattle farm, and not far into the fairs, there was a small wooden house.
They found a broken phone in the cabin. He picked up the phone and beeped in it, and it was still on.
What number should I call?” Perdero thought.
She thought about the situation when her mother played mahjong, “Mom has torn down one to three, 40000 and 3. 45 million. Can’t she play mahjong?” Asked Amanda.
“Can’t play mahjong? My mother is not good at thinking, but she never drops her level of mahjong!” He said.
Amanda concluded, “Try 433!”
“Good thinking!” Predro seemed to understand.
433, put it in place. Sure enough, there was a call from the receiver. A few seconds later, a thick voice came from the phone receiver: “Hello, who are you?”
An hour later, the mysterious Mark Jason arrived, driving an old Chevrolet SUV in a dark jacket, very inconspicuous. They met in a room next to the cattle farm, which was a little bigger than a cabin, but it was just a dozen square meters. There are only a few simple wooden chairs and a table in it. Under the table are bottles of beer.
When Mark came in, Perdero handed a bottle. When Mark saw it, Perdero stared at it for about three seconds, then reached for the beer and sat on the wooden chair near the door. Deliberately, there is a distance of three to four meters from Perdero and Amanda.
“Why did you call?” Mark was a little confused.
“My mother helped me find you.” Said Predro.
Mark sat there drinking beer and playing with his white, thick, steel brush beard under his chin. “Trish, she hasn’t contacted me for years. I tried to contact her on her own initiative, but she didn’t respond.” Mark seemed a little lonely and sad. “I thought my idle chess piece would be idle forever for 30 years… I’m retired!”
Amanda listened, and was surprised, “You’ve been undercover for 30 years in the black tigers?”
Mark took a sip of beer and began to tell them about his extraordinary past, “When I arrived at the black tigers, they were not called the black tigers, but a small group of several people, doing some selling drugs and stealing. There was no wild dog gang at that time, but dozens of farmers nearby organized organizations to unite and help each other. We call them friends of farmers. At first we were inviolant, and the well water did not violate the river. But we farmers want to make money. We turn corn into marijuana and sell it on the market at a low price. Our prices completely rolled them down. At first, a price war was launched. Later, it was upgraded to mixed war. The name of the black tiger gang was called the black husbandman. Their number has been growing. We are slowly in the downwind. As the friends of the farmers know, the black tiger Gang will be a threat for a long time and must be considered for a long time. So I started sending undercover to the black tiger Gang, and I was one of many undercover agents. Trish never woke me up. Later, the marijuana business was completely monopolized by the black tiger gang. The friends of the farm family were completely defeated. My existence became worthless. But later you pulled the friends of the farm family up and established the wild dog gang. You started the weapons business. I wanted to come back, but Trish can’t remember anything. It was a decade after a while. Now I am about 60 years old. I retired last year. I just fish every day to kill time. I didn’t expect you to wake me up”