There was one call he hadn't made, he didn't really want to dial this number, but now it might be his last chance.
"Hi, Big Poli, it's me, Heller."
"Roar, Heller, Heller!"
"Do I know you, is there anything you need to take care of for me?"
Even without seeing him, Heller could feel the kind of ostentatious tone coming through the receiver.
That was also why Heller didn't like him very much.
Actually, the people of Golden Port City, if they could help it, they all preferred not to have anything to do with Big Poli, a man with a questionable mind, who would shoot up a bustling street with a submachine gun in broad daylight to give you an idea of how bad his judgement was.
"I've run into a bit of trouble, I have a shipment coming in from the sea tonight, but I'm being watched by the cops and can't shake them off."
"I'm planning to transfer the goods, you might be interested."