American History 1988
Chapter 243 - 236: The Black Hand

Chapter 243: Chapter 236: The Black Hand

While Dean and his team were looking forward to tomorrow, Jerry Parks had also come from the distant Arkansas to the paper-gold-enchanted New York.

He was a private detective, and this trip to New York was quite a long haul for him.

Generally speaking, in accordance with Jerry Parks’ principles, he didn’t often take on cases outside of Arkansas.

Because even though the private detective business could be as lucrative as lawyering,

it wasn’t easy work, as it sometimes could involve certain dangers.

This meant that Jerry Parks hardly ever went anywhere without his gun and tended not to venture to places he wasn’t familiar with.

However, this time was an exception, first and foremost because his detective agency had an in-depth partnership with Ross Law Firm.

It was a task entrusted by Vince Foster, and Jerry had to give it his all unless he was willing to give up a substantial annual business fee.

Furthermore, he was tied to Vince, with nowhere to refuse.

Yes, Jerry was reluctant at heart, but he had to come to New York.

Because he, together with Vince and Hillary, had once secretly investigated Clinton.

It was now Jerry’s home where many pieces of evidence of Clinton’s infidelities were hidden, the results of Hillary’s commissioning of his investigations.

Hillary didn’t trust Clinton; she needed these things in case of an emergency.

Jerry Parks was the behind-the-scenes white glove, while on the surface, Clinton even thought he was one of his own.

In reality, Jerry hadn’t told anyone, not only had he investigated Clinton. He had also investigated Hillary and even Vince Foster.

Those in his line of work knew how to preserve themselves at critical moments.

If one was naively just a thorough white glove and forgot to leave a talisman for oneself,

then Jerry could guarantee that one day his fate might not be too pleasant.

Of course, now was not the time to consider these things, on the contrary, Jerry was very much looking forward to Clinton winning the election.

With their relationship, Jerry might even get a public office.

Suppressing the anticipation in his heart, Jerry pushed the agreement in his hand forward again.

"Miss Jenkins, I advise you to sign it now,

this way you can continue to enjoy your Broadway shows, and I can easily go back to report on my task.

It’s better for both of us, after all, I don’t wish to trouble such a beautiful lady."

Jerry just looked coldly at this woman named Marilyn, he had to admit she indeed had the means to attract Clinton’s favor.

Just look at that pretty face, it made Jerry, who had been traveling a long way, somewhat tempted.

"No! William promised me~!" Marilyn sat at the edge of the table, weeping.

Not long ago, she was watching an opera at Broadway, but she had just returned to the apartment she rented in New York.

And there, at the doorway, stood this burly man.

He produced an agreement, telling her that from now on she must never mention anything about Clinton and that she must disappear from his life immediately.

Marilyn didn’t believe his words and picked up the phone intending to call the police.

But then, a call from Clinton came through, and she learned the cruel truth firsthand from his own lips.

Now Marilyn was devastated, unwilling to accept such a reality; she had placed all her emotional hopes on Clinton.

She was just a poor divorced woman, why should these people deprive her of her right to love someone.

"Miss Jenkins, Clinton’s future will not be in Arkansas.

So I advise you to make a wise choice.

Because if you refuse me this time, the next person who comes to see you may not be so gentlemanly."

Having said this, Jerry deliberately lifted the corner of his coat to reveal the bulging holster.

"Oh~God!" Seeing it, Marilyn instinctively shivered.

She glanced at the man before her, who continued to stare coldly at her.

Marilyn took a surreptitious look around her, God, why did she rent an apartment far from the bustling district?

Ten minutes later, Jerry walked out of the apartment on 47th Street, his face relaxed.

This kind of job was too easy for him; an experienced Jerry knew how to handle such women.

They often lived a life of luxury but couldn’t withstand the slightest scare.

Jerry could guarantee that he could have completed this task with just a mouse.

Speaking of mice, it reminded him of another task he had.

Pulling out a newspaper from his pocket, Jerry gave it a few glances.

A weak-looking young man who appeared soft and dopey, as if a junkie, good, this wasn’t difficult for him either.

It seemed he was somewhat famous; not only was his photo in the newspaper, but his specific name was also listed.

With this information, that was enough. As a private detective, this was not a challenge for Jerry.

An hour later, Jerry had already appeared in the South Brooklyn area of New York.

His expression became noticeably more vigilant once he was here; it was a well-known poor neighborhood.

One could tell by the groups of idle youth on the streets that it was dangerous, especially as it neared dark.

Although Jerry knew some self-defense and carried a gun,

to avoid trouble, he quickly crossed the streets and headed straight for his destination.

According to the information he had gathered, this person named Brian lived in this area.

Recently, many people had been inquiring about him, making it quite easy for Jerry to find the information he needed.

Since RAS CALL appeared in magazines and some tabloids, Brian had become somewhat famous in the area.

Many people wanted to invest in his company, with phone calls and personal visits being almost incessant.

Especially in the past couple of days, this trend had become even more prominent.

But Jerry was prudent; he chose the evening, which allowed him to avoid the majority of people and attention.

Vince’s instructions to him were to keep the person quiet for a while, and this period of time should ideally be about two weeks.

Because by that time, Byte Company had already gone public and the silent period had passed.

And such a period was enough for Vince and his team to cash out and exit the scene.

When Jerry asked Vince how far they should go, the latter only told him to shut his mouth.

Jerry shrugged his shoulders, thinking that if you want to keep someone quiet for ten to fifteen days, the most direct method is to smash all of his teeth in.

Jerry was experienced in such matters having been a boxer before he became a private detective.

Standing in front of that old apartment building, Jerry instinctively frowned.

The residents here were generally not easy to deal with because they were poor and had nothing.

Well, Jerry decided to skip the pleasantries, get the job done quickly, and then make a swift exit, which was the wisest choice.

Who knew what kind of devils and demons would be attracted if there was too much noise?

Following the dirty, cluttered staircase and gripping the paint-peeled wooden handrail, Jerry arrived at a door on the third floor.

Good, Jerry nodded in satisfaction after surveying the scene. There were no sounds or lights from the other rooms in the corridor.

He even smelled a musty odor, indicating that no one had lived here for a long time, except for the room in front of him.

Gently pushing aside the rat at his feet, Jerry slowly moved up to the door.

"No! Your offer is too low! Fifty million! Otherwise, I won’t make any concessions!"

Billy paced back and forth in the room shirtless, gesticulating from time to time, highly agitated.

"Listen, Billy, twenty million US Dollars, this is our final offer!

We don’t have to acquire RAS CALL, as you know, Microsoft has the capability."

Steve was also very impatient as he had been entangled with this young man for a long time.

The latter’s greed infuriated Steve, thinking the kid was nothing more than a robber! A yokel! A despicable person!

Steve was ashamed to be associated with him; he couldn’t afford to lose face.

How could such a person be in the software industry?

Oh my God, Steve couldn’t help but lament, would he have to work with this guy as a partner in the future?

He’d rather kill him, Steve decided; once the acquisition of RAS CALL was complete, he’d have the guy kicked out.

Twenty million US Dollars? Billy hesitated, he could tell that the other party was not going to compromise further.

In the past few days, he had turned down several investors who had come to him in hope, just to get a satisfying offer from Microsoft.

Although Billy didn’t understand business rules, based on his interactions with the first two investors,

these venture capital firms generally wouldn’t make an offer as high as Microsoft’s. Twenty million US Dollars was more than enough to live comfortably for the rest of his life.

"Alright, Steve..."

Knock Knock Knock, there came a knock at the door.

"Mother F*cker! Who is it?!" Billy cursed irritably towards the door.

"I’m Billy from the New York Lawyers’ Aid Association. We understand you’ve received an eviction notice.

I think you might need our help, it’s free."

Jerry had seen the pink eviction notice pasted on the door; being a detective who often dealt with lawyers, he was familiar with their kind.

"Bullshit! Why don’t you come during the day?" Billy continued to grumble with a frown.

"Because there are just too many people needing help; today we’re just doing the registration."

"OK, Steve, wait for me, I’ll be right back."

Billy, still muttering curses, put down the phone, preparing to answer the door.

Lately he had indeed received an eviction notice for being nearly three months behind on rent.

It was a significant expense that he was unwilling to pay.

Billy was planning on buying his own house once he got Microsoft’s money.

He wouldn’t need to rent anymore, so he didn’t care about his credit history as a tenant.

Of course, if there was a free lawyer service, he wouldn’t mind listening, after all, nobody wanted to leave a bad record.

But as he turned around, Billy slipped the handgun from his table into his back pocket.

Living in South Brooklyn, one should never let their guard down.

Click, the door opened a crack, "You said it was free, right?"

Bang! What responded was a tremendous force and the dull sound of the door being kicked open.

"F*ck!" Caught off guard, Billy was flung out, crashing into his computer desk.

Before he could feel the sharp pain in his chest, fighting off dizziness and the urge to vomit, he quickly drew his gun from behind.

Shit! Jerry’s pupils shrank, surprised by the other’s wariness and the fact that he had a gun.

In the blink of an eye, Jerry lunged forward and grabbed the man’s wrist.

Pop! Pop! Pop! He pulled the trigger three times in a row.

Not until the figure in his arms stopped moving did Jerry get up, panting heavily.

By then, Billy’s bare abdomen was stained crimson, and his body twitched involuntarily from time to time.

"Billy! Billy!..." the phone on the desk sounded an anxious voice.

Jerry walked over without a sound and then gently hung up the phone.

"F*ck!" Jerry cursed under his breath and began to clean up the scene.

He knew how to make the case leave no trail; he was a detective after all.

But this job brought him extra risks; he had to leave immediately and then demand additional compensation from Vince and his team.

Well, looking at Billy who had permanently shut up, Jerry thought that his mission was indeed accomplished.

On the other side, Steve on the West Coast was still clutching the phone, shaken.

If he hadn’t misheard, that was... gunfire?

Who would strike down Billy like this? Steve was taken aback, and then his teeth began to chatter involuntarily.

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