Recently, many apartment blocks have been built in Sydney. In one of those newly constructed buildings, undamaged by the passage of time, in a rented apartment on the top floor sat a twenty-year-old man, tall and slim, with a serious expression, tattooed on his right arm, with black hair on a gel. His appearance immediately said he was arrogant. The apartment where he was now is living with friends who belong to his Scorpions mafia. The apartment is very well secured by the latest security systems. He was very careful in this respect, which was a welcome trait in his profession. It was 5pm, Matthew "Evil" Black, one of his men, who is his best friend, should have come to the apartment any minute. Nathan Collins, because that was his name, took out a cigarette and lit it with relish. He puffed a few times, then heard a knock on the door.
- Come in - he shouted and after a while in the room in which he was sitting, the friend he had been waiting for showed up.
- hello - they gave each other a high five.
- Hi. Sit down and say what's going on.
Among the friends he worked with Nathan Collins was nicknamed "The Devil". He thought it sounded better, more ominous. Plus, it was safer to handle the changed personalities. The new buddy sat down in the chair opposite the table where Nathan Collins was sitting.
- Well, there is a problem - said Math - the police announced that from now on there will be no fuss, and the commander has no intention of stop pursuing everyone who belongs to the mafia. They started chasing our people like dogs and shut down our dealer and plug, Dragon. They say they have something on him, no matter what, and that they won't get away with it now.
- Motherfuckers. What do they mean? What do they dislike? Are they not interested in common criminals or what? Nath asked.
- No, it's not about ordinary criminals, our commander won't let it go. The point is, they're afraid. Someone walks around town with a gun and shoots people for no reason. There are reportedly seven victims who have nothing to do with our interests, and the worst thing is that one of these victims was a policeman. Nobody important, some ordinary constable, but it blew the truncheon. The commander says he can't take any chances and wants to increase patrols in the city.
- We? I guarantee you we have nothing to do with it. Nobody has died from our hands for quite a long time, and I would not touch a policeman. I have too much to lose to mess with this shit. We didn't do it - Nathan's voice was calm and calm, even though the news from his friend was disturbing.
"I guess you didn't order to do anything like that, but the police think it's our business." Everything bad that happens here is associated with our activities.
"Okay, thank you for the information," said Nath thoughtfully, handing his friend a bundle of 100-dollar bills, "I'll deal with this problem somehow." You can go.