Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 60 189 Walker Street

Before the era of the steam engine came, Francine Kingdom became one of the maritime overlords of that era by virtue of its huge fleet, ancestral navigation technology, and talented navigators who appeared only once in a century.

But they did not seize the opportunity of the steam age, so they fell behind the empire in the era of great navigation, and were blasted by the empire's giant ships and cannons.

The king was captured, the nobles surrendered, and the people fell into the endless invasion of the invaders.

Some lucky ones escaped the chaos of the war, left the homeland of Frangji, came to the empire, and became black households that were not recognized by the law.

Through the hard work of several generations, these Frangians took root in the Empire.

Over the years, they have blossomed and scattered.

To this day, some of the descendants of those Franji people have gained official identities through hard work and become citizens recognized by the empire.

The other part is willing to sink, hang out with local hooligans in the lower city of Yanan City, contract incurable diseases, become highly addicted to certain compounds, and spend their days in nothingness.

Most of the members of the Powder Keg Gang are the second type of Francois.

Thinking of dealing with such a guy, Chen Yan still felt a little stressed.

The Fran robots of the Gunpowder Keg Gang are all engaged in businesses that are not on the table. They are mainly engaged in the sale of firearms, and they have launched the business of "unregistered safes" a few years ago.

The target customer group of this business is people who "have some secret things in their hands that need to be protected, but due to some special reasons, they can't carry them with them, and they don't have their own secret stash".

Most of them are lawless elements.

So when Vivienne's father said "the anonymous safe of the Powder Keg Gang", Chen Yan was very surprised.

How could Vivienne's father, a respectable man with his own business in the High Street, come to the Powder Keg to store things for a place like this?

What is he saving?
When Chen Yan arrived at the gate of No. 189 Walker Street, the sun had already set.

The desolate street was dark, and the smell of horse urine mixed with an inexplicable stench wafted on both sides of the street.

Discarded newspapers and rubbish of unknown nature fly across the street from time to time. If you look carefully, you can vaguely see figures swaying in the dark alleys on the side of the street.

But Chen Yan was not in the mood to look carefully.

It's not because of fear, because Asians have the protection of Tai Shenghe, so they don't need to be too afraid of the power of the Powder Keg Gang——

The Gunpowder Keg Gang and Tai Shenghe are not hostile, but similar to a partnership. There are many business contacts between the two, and the interests are intertwined-this means that the Powder Keg Gang will not attack Asians.

What's more, the Gunpowder Keg Gang's anonymous safe business has been in operation for nearly ten years, and they haven't heard of any problems—this shows that the credit of this group of Franks is quite good.

He reached out and knocked on the wooden door of 189 Walker Street.

It was a rather quaint door. The brown paint on the carved surface of the door had faded, and in the dim twilight, one could vaguely see the decayed wooden door beneath the paint.

After waiting for a while, no one answered.

He raised his hand again.

Before knocking on the door, the square safety hatch on the door opened.

A pair of black steel pipes appeared in the safety port.

"who is it."

Imperial with a Franco accent sounded odd, tongue-tied.

Chen Yan realized that the pair of steel pipes were some kind of firearm. He controlled his emotions and replied in a low voice: "I want to use the safe."

The voice inside the door was calm: "Number."

Chen Yan recalled and said: "5371."

The voice inside the door seemed to be a little softer: "Password."

Chen Yan replied: "710309."

"Boom..."

The safety hatch was closed, followed by the sound of flipping through the papers.

A moment later, the dull sound of pig iron hitting rotten wood came from the safety port.

Then, the door was unlocked one after another.

"Crack, click..."

The sound of unlocking the lock continued for more than three minutes.

"Squeak..."

The wooden door opened.

A pudgy old man in a white cotton vest appeared behind the door.

The cotton vest on his body has been worn for a long time, and the thermal clothing inside the cotton vest has also been washed and faded, but it is obviously well taken care of, and there are no patches.

His hair was a mess of yellow and white, he was beardless, and he carried a double-barreled shotgun.

"Walk."

He took two steps back, and although he lowered the muzzle of his gun, he was still facing Chen Yan.

Chen Yan took two steps forward and took the opportunity to glance at the inside of the powder keg gang:

The internal space of the powder keg gang's private apartment is about the same size as Chen Yan's No. 33 Walker Street, but it is still very crowded, because most of the space is filled with various personal items.

Even in the most spacious central corridor, the space seems cramped.

In a flash, the old man came to his side.

"stop."

Chen Yan stood still, only to see the old man take out a black cloth, ready to cover his eyes.

The old man's method was very rough, and the black cloth covered his vision tightly.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes, and the black cloth was obviously a special fabric for shading, not ordinary linen.

"Turn in circles, ten times, don't stop."

Chen Yan did as he was told, and became dizzy.

After ten laps, the old man took his arm.

"Walk."

Chen Yan walked towards the "front".

When people lose their sight, their hearing becomes very sensitive.

Chen Yan heard whispering voices coming from the front right, the voice was not in Imperial language, it sounded like a lot of rapping in Frangipani language.

Farther in front of the left, there was a normal conversation, which had not been deliberately lowered, but Chen Yan still couldn't hear it clearly.

Along with the conversation, there was the sound of playing cards being thrown on the table—the people in the front left room seemed to be playing cards?

There was a slight, dull "thumping" sound above the head, like wood hitting a plastered wall.

Mixed with this "bang bang" sound was an extremely slight, suppressed gasp. The sound came from different people, and the owner who could hear the sound had obviously restrained himself.

Chen Yan realized that there must be many people in the house at 189 Walker Street.

Lots of Powder Keg Gang guys.

After counting 12, the old man Franz signaled to stop and turned left.

"Watch out for the stairs."

stairs?

Is it up, or down?

Chen Yan stretched out his foot to test it, and then stepped on the ground.

It's a downward staircase.

Is the bearer safe in the basement...

He walked down slowly, listening to the dull sound of shoes hitting the wooden stairs, smelling the smell of old wood and the cold musty smell in the heavy air.

He counted 33 steps silently in his heart.

"arrive."

Finally came to the location of the powder keg gang bearer safe.

"Continue to go."

The further Chen Yan walked, the more surprised he became.

(End of this chapter)