A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 547 547

Outside, Bill Bates mainly made his profits by running casinos.

This time he got caught because a guy had been losing for several days in his casino and, out of anger, called the police.

As a result, his casino was raided.

He didn't manage to escape, and was rounded up by the police.

"Damn it, it's really the worst luck. Gabe Carter, just you wait, I'll take you down when I get out."

Saying this, Bill Bates grew angrier, muttering through gritted teeth.

Dirk Carter wasn't paying much attention initially.

But hearing that name made him shiver, and he asked, "What's the name of the guy who called the police?"

"Gabe Carter, why? Do you know him, boss?"

Bill Bates asked curiously.

Dirk Carter asked, "Do you know Gabe Carter well?"

Bill Bates scratched his head and said, "Pretty well, this guy is a regular at my casino, often comes to play, spends generously. He has a brother and a younger brother. I've never seen his older brother, but I've met his younger brother a few times. He's not a gambler, but he's lustful, often seen in pleasure joints. But these guys have money, don't know where it comes from."

"Is there more?"

Dirk Carter continued to ask.

Seeing Dirk Carter so serious,

Bill Bates started to think seriously.

After pondering for a while, he slapped his thigh and said, "These three brothers all served in the military before, heard their oldest brother is called... what's his name..."

"Josh Carter!"

Dirk Carter reminded him.

Bill Bates said, "Yes, yes, Josh Carter, these three brothers are not to be messed with, most people are afraid when they see them."

"How old are they?"

Dirk Carter asked.

"Around forty-something, both Gabe and Ephraim have fierce looks. I suspect they've got criminal records."

"How do you know?" Dirk Carter asked.

Bill Bates waved his hand and said proudly, "I've been mixing in the underworld for half my life. I don't pry into what these guys do, but they only show up at night and are always secretive, so I know they aren't up to any good."

"Can you find them if you get out?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Bill Bates patted his chest and said, "Of course, I can find them. They usually hang around near Rosedale Town, especially Gabe. He's got a nose like a bloodhound. Once I reopen my casino, I won't need to find him; he'll come out on his own."

This was indeed fantastic news.

Currently, the only bottleneck in the case is these three brothers.

And the murder case at the prosecutor's office, if not surprisingly, was also likely their doing. Once they are found, the cause of Teresa Thorne's death will become clear.

Dirk Carter excitedly grabbed Bill Bates' hand.

Bill Bates flinched.

Said aggrievedly, "Boss, I respect you greatly, but I'm straight. I'll grant any request, but not that one..."

"Get lost."

Dirk Carter punched him in the chest.

He said, "If I get out, I'll get you out as well. Then you'll help me find those three brothers."

"Do these three brothers have a grudge against you, boss?"

"Sort of."

Dirk Carter said.

Bill Bates punched the bunk, hurting his fist, suppressed the pain, and said through clenched teeth, "Don't worry, boss. If they have a grudge against you, it's the same as having a grudge against me, Bates. Let's see if I don't take care of them. But my charges are pretty much set, getting me out seems not so easy."

"No worries, I'll handle it."

Dirk Carter's words had barely left his mouth.

When the sound of an iron door being opened came from outside.

Then, a new prisoner was brought in.

This guy wasn't tall, just over 1.6 meters, looked to be in his forties, with his head hung low, his eyes filled with killing intent.

Seeing him for the first time.

Dirk Carter felt a chill run through him.

With the lesson from Dirk Carter, Bill Bates dared not bully the newcomer.

He led him to sit next to Dirk Carter.

At this point, Dirk Carter noticed sharply that this short guy's gaze kept wandering over his face, a natural sense of danger suddenly overwhelmed him.

In a flash.

The short guy who was sitting still suddenly flipped his hand, revealing a small dagger in his palm, and rushed towards Dirk Carter beside him.

If Dirk Carter had been completely unprepared, with such a quick move, Dirk Carter would be dead.

It could only be said that Dirk Carter's sixth sense saved his life.

As the short guy moved, Dirk Carter kicked out, sending the guy flying off the bed and crashing against the wall, falling straight to the ground.

The dagger in his hand was instantly flung out of his wrist.

Seeing the weapon.

Standing there, Bill Bates seemed to understand something.

He kicked the dagger far away with one swift motion.

Called out to other guys, pressing the short guy who was trying to get up onto the ground.

Dirk Carter jumped down from the bunk.

Crouched down, asked the man whose face was pinned to the ground: "Who sent you?"

The short guy's eyes remained obstinate.

He couldn't believe that such a meticulously planned assassination could fail, and what's even more frustrating, is that Dirk Carter already found some help in the prison after just a few days?

"My boss is asking you a question, speak up quickly."

Bill Bates slapped him across the face angrily.

The short guy still said nothing.

Bill Bates wanted to kick him but was stopped by Dirk Carter, who said, "Since he dared to commit a crime in public, he's definitely not afraid of death. Go, get the dagger."

Bill Bates obediently picked up the dagger.

Dirk Carter said, "Cover his mouth."

Bill Bates didn't understand why, but still found a towel and covered the short guy's mouth firmly.

Dirk Carter took the dagger, wiping it on the short guy's body.

He said, "I'll ask you one last time, who sent you? You haven't suffered yet; if you can answer, quickly answer. If you insist on silence, it doesn't matter, you'll talk sooner or later, believe me."

The short guy's eyes, sharp as an eagle's, remained unmoved.

Dirk Carter sighed.

Said, "Why do things the hard way?"

Saying that.

He pressed a few points on the guy's thigh, avoiding the arteries, slowly pushed the dagger in.

That scene scared some timid people to cover their mouths.

The short guy pinned on the ground opened his eyes wide in pain. If his mouth weren't covered, he might have let out an earth-shattering scream.

Large drops of sweat dripped down his forehead.

It was clear he was in pain, extreme pain.

But Dirk Carter showed no sign of stopping.

The sharp part of the dagger continued to sink in bit by bit.

The almost ten-centimeter blade went entirely in.

"Can you speak now?"

Dirk Carter asked.

The short guy was nearly fainting from pain, but still had no intention of speaking.

Dirk Carter wasn't anxious, gripping the dagger handle, began to twist slowly.

The wound tore open.

Blood gushed out in large quantities.

Even Bill Bates shut his eyes in fear.

Finally, the short guy couldn't bear it anymore, punched the ground forcefully, and Dirk Carter, taking the towel from Bill Bates, loosened it and asked, "Speak, who arranged you to come here..."

The short guy took several deep breaths.

Then said with a trembling voice, "It's... it's Mr. Houseman... Mr. Houseman..."

"Mr. Houseman? Which Mr. Houseman?"

Dirk Carter asked.

"Apex Investments' Mr. Houseman, Elihu Houseman."

Elihu Houseman?

A very unfamiliar name.

But hearing this name, Dirk Carter's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that the entire affair is a massive political conspiracy?

Thinking of this.

He grabbed Bill Bates' hand again, saying excitedly, "We can get out, we can get out..."