Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 773 Struggle
Thomas Gilbert's body trembled involuntarily. These tremors did not come from fear, but from excitement—he hadn't dealt with someone like Papa Hassan for a long time.

He never liked to deal with such people, and he did not like to face such dangers. He preferred to stay in his own bar and take possession of any beautiful woman he saw, regardless of who the woman was.

But he couldn't help but tremble because of dealing with people like Father Hassan. He seemed to be born to do this kind of thing—he seemed to be born to face danger. One of the meanings of his existence is Address risk and adapt to risk.

His tone is as usual:
"Just arrived on the island yesterday."

Papa Hassan continued in that kind voice:
"I don't care what kind of feud you have with Li Shoucheng, because Li Shoucheng is a homeless wild dog who will bark at anyone he sees.

I only care about your ability, little Tommy, are you as capable as the rumors say?I have to see and see first. "

He took a piece of paper from the other trouser pocket and handed it to Thomas Gilbert:
"The monkey guy in District C-4 owes me a sum of money. The address on this paper is a shop in District C-4. You help me get this shop back, and you will pay the interest as a monkey guy."

Thomas Gilbert has his own response:
"As you wish, Papa Hassan."

He got up and went back the way he came.

Father Hassan watched him leave the small courtyard, and only turned his gaze to the parrot that had finished eating the candy until the sound of footsteps disappeared.

"He's a dangerous lad, and it's rare that I meet someone who doesn't have synaesthesia."

The parrot flicked the beautiful blue-white-red feather on its head, and cried out in a high-pitched voice:
"It's not right to kill him directly!"

Father Hassan took out some bits and pieces of food from the food box under the parrot cage and threw them at the two koi in the pool:

"It's still early, he's still useful, no one here knows more about business than him, I saw him when I was in Yanan, he's doing a good job, he's smart, and he can deal with things.

Let him be my agent and do things in my name, and he will be mine no matter what. "

The parrot stared at the koi in the pool that were desperately eating, with murderous eyes in their eyes.

Papa Hassan slapped the parrot cage hard.

The parrot screamed, flapping its wings and scurrying around in the small parrot cage. This meaningless move only added to the wound.

"Little Lieba, you have to be careful what you say."

Father Hassan put his face close to the cage, but the parrot didn't dare to peck at his dim eyes.

"If you don't obey, I'll send you back to the zoo and let you hang out with those things, and see if you dare to swear all day long!"

Only then was the parrot completely intimidated and did not dare to move.

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When Thomas Gilbert came to Block C-4, the streets were already crowded with people coming and going about their day's work.

The benefits of Days Island as the largest commercial hub in the entire first island chain are revealed at this moment:
Even if there are not enough tourists and the tourism industry is underdeveloped, Days Island, as the logistics center of the entire first island chain, still attracts a large number of merchants to buy properties here. Even if they do not buy a house, they will rent a commercial house. Used for storage of goods and retailing.

In Chen Yan's words, the mechanical hive is a super-large retail and wholesale market that also functions as a logistics center.

The fact is also true, Days Island is located in the middle of the ocean current, even an ordinary wind-powered sailboat can go down the current and float towards the empire.

As the island closest to the edge of the second island chain in the first island chain, Days Island is also a natural transfer station between the two island chains. After the empire consciously cleaned up the pirates, the transfer function of Days Island became Stronger——Compared with fighting wits and bravery with pirates, high taxes and gang protection fees are nothing at all. Who would compete with their own lives?

This is also the reason why the empire spent a lot of manpower and material resources to pioneer such a completely wild island as Days Island.

In an alley in C-4 area, Thomas Gilbert looked at a group of young men in front of him, and Bob's voice came from his ear:
"We only have so many people on the island."

Thomas Gilbert glanced at Bob beside him, turned to the group of boys, and said:

"Don't be afraid of killing, don't be afraid of blood, when you walk in, everything is under the command of the Razor Party."

The boys looked at him with admiration. They were the "pioneers" sent to the island by the Razor Party. They were trained as gangsters in peacetime, and they would dedicate their hearts to the Razor Party in wartime.

Thomas Gilbert turned to Bob. "When I give that place to Papa Hassan, it'll be clean."

Bob replied, "Got it."

Thomas Gilbert led the guys towards the address on the note given by Hassan's father.

It was an unnamed bar, hidden in a dark alley, and Thomas Gilbert was very familiar with the business of such a bar.

The gates are closed and unattended - this is not the time to operate.

Thomas Gilbert came to the door, took the submachine gun from Bob, broke the lock, and kicked the door open.

The guards who were resting inside the door were caught off guard by the bullets that followed, and the boys who rushed into the bar after Thomas Gilbert yelled slogans from the Razor Party and sent the bullets into the bar. The heads of those who tried to resist one after another, until the glass in the bar shattered all over the floor, the screams of the dancers and guests pierced the eardrums, and the water in the pool turned blood red...

When the last shot fell, Thomas Gilbert and the horsemen began to clean up the scene.

They smashed the screen of the bar so that when the bar opened the main entrance, the sunlight could come in directly, and they threw all the dirt into the sewer. They knew that the powerful sewage system of the mechanical hive could discharge any blood into the sea, no matter what the cause of the living beings was. Death, the vortex under the mechanical hive will drown everything.

They won, took advantage of the opponent's rest to attack aggressively, and took advantage of the gap, but they didn't feel that such a victory was disgraceful.

"Tommy, should we retreat first?"

Thomas Gilbert didn't look at the horsemen sweeping the field, he just lit a cigarette, leaning against the wall, smoking with one hand, and sticking the barrel of a shotgun to the ground with the other , even though he wasn't injured.

Bob added:
"The monkey people in C-4 area are different from the northern Asians. They not only kill people, but also use some witchcraft methods."

Thomas Gilbert didn't seem to care about it at all, and just said another topic:
"Whoever is injured on our side dies."

Bob named several names.

Thomas Gilbert exhales smoke, and the smoke obscures his face, which is contorted in the ruined neon lights of the bar:

"The injured guys will be given three pounds each, and they will have a good rest for a few days, and then come back to work after their injuries are healed.

Those who die will be given ten pounds to help resettle their families. "

His unrestrained voice was evidently heard by the horse boys, and they were all the more grateful to him, for in their opinion they were worthless lives.

When Bob heard that Tommy didn't answer his question, he understood Tommy's decision, so he stopped dissuading him, and just loaded the magazine of the rifle in his hand, preparing for the imminent revenge.

And Thomas Gilbert took out the clean note and called Hassan's father on the other side of the note.

The call was made quickly.

"Already done."

A friendly voice came from the phone:

"Good job, my men will be here soon."

Thomas Gilbert was a little relieved. From his point of view, there was no need for Father Hassan to deceive him. Cooperation was a win-win situation, but if Father Hassan let him go, the situation before him would be a lose-lose situation. A lose-lose ending makes no sense.

What he didn't expect was that what the other party said next suddenly put him in a dilemma.

"As a reward, I am going to hand over this bar to you. I think you can run this shop well."

Countless thoughts flashed through Thomas Gilbert's mind, and these thoughts were stopped abruptly by the other party's next sentence.

"What kind of industry do you think it would be better to transform the bar into? Area C-5 already has the best bar in the entire mechanical hive, and there is no need for other bars to exist."

An idea blurted out without hesitation:

"gaming room."

The other party's reaction was full of curiosity:

"Oh?"

Thomas Gilbert says:
"Pinball, slot machines..."

He listed the names of several game consoles and explained the mechanics of the games to Papa Hassan.

There was a smile in the other party's voice:

"But, little Tommy, gambling is not allowed in the mechanical hive."

This simple sentence made Thomas Gilbert think a lot. At this moment, the first thing he thought of was the Tie Gang. Harsh, the gang is definitely not up to it.

And the same is true for Hassan, a gang member who was originally born out of chaos and disorder, why should he try to obey the law?
Why do these gangsters try so hard to clean themselves up and get official recognition?
He smelled something unusual.

After this moment of reflection, Thomas Gilbert replied:

"I have learned about the law of the logistics center before, it is a simplified version of the law of the Northern Federation of the Empire, and the law expressly prohibits gambling——

Cash or securities cannot be used as prizes in the game industry or electronic game industry.

Shops are also not allowed to redeem guests' prizes in cash.

In other words, the way to get money directly on the surface is completely broken. "

Father Hassan has been immersed in this kind of industry for many years, so he naturally knows the key points, so he didn't speak, and listened to Thomas Gilbert's performance quietly.

"We can only do it in the dark - just the game itself in the arcade.

Like pinball.

Guests use the game machines in the game hall to earn marbles. If they are lucky enough to earn a lot of marbles, they can not only exchange gifts such as plush toys in the game hall, but also take out these marbles and bring them to you. There, at your place for cash.

In the whole process, you are just a second-hand recycler. You may use those marbles to melt down to make handicrafts, maybe use them to make some sex toys, or even use them for public welfare...

No matter what you do, you pay taxes normally, and it is a large amount of taxes.

You will be a law-abiding taxpayer, clean and innocent, and have nothing to do with the arcade. "

His lowered voice became firmer:
"And all the money earned in the game hall will be credited to an account controlled by you... I believe you must have such an account."

After a while, hearty laughter came from the phone.

"Just do it."

"Beep beep..."

The phone was hung up.

Immediately, a group of Slavs broke into the main door, and the short-haired young man at the head was wearing a black dog's mouth mask, looking menacing.

Bob's expression was shocked, and he said quickly in Tommy's ear: "It's Papa Hassan's 【Bulldog】...a group of lunatics used to do dirty work!"

Thomas Gilbert's expression obviously didn't change, but his expression made people look very gloomy.

The short-haired young man came to Thomas Gilbert, and a buzzing voice came from the mask, the voice was full of rage and disdain:
"I'll give you three days off."

He held out three fingers.

"Let me see your ability within three days, otherwise you will not be listed where you came from!"

His unproficient imperial language mixed with Suka British language sounded extremely strange, and because of this, he acted more fiercely than the voice itself.

Thomas Gilbert put his hand on the brim of his hat and lowered his head, which made the bulldog laugh at the shameful gesture.

Suddenly, the leading bulldog felt a little pain in his fingers. He took a closer look and saw that the three fingers he just stretched out were gone, and the arteries on his fingers were like springs.

He screamed, and another pit bull, enraged at what had happened to him, yelled "Sucabula!" and lunged at Thomas Gilbert, who fired a shotgun blast. head.

The headless body of the second pit bull fell on top of the companion behind him, and Thomas Gilbert simply lowered his head again, putting the blade back on the brim of his hat, and reloading the shotgun.

"Crack."

The shotgun was loaded again, and Thomas Gilbert scanned the faces of the five remaining pit bulls.

"Who has any questions?"

The bulldogs were silent.

Thomas Gilbert spread his arms:

"Everything is at the behest of the Razor Party."

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two hours later.

Chen Yan and Swarm were eating the crispy balls they bought from a piper's stall, their eyes were always gliding over the crowds of people passing by and the neon lights of various colors ubiquitous among the street shops in the mechanical hive, as if no matter how they looked at them, Can't get enough.

(End of this chapter)