Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 840 An Undeniable Trap

"what are you saying."

Thomas Gilbert felt that Chen Yan was a little different. He looked at him from top to bottom, but he couldn't see any difference.

"Li Shoucheng's business needs someone to take over."

Chen Yan looked at Thomas Gilbert's beautiful gray-blue eyes with a serious tone.

"Mr. Chen, what do you think of me? A shady businessman with no bottom line? Do you think I need to compete with a coyote covered in spikes for the carrion in its mouth for those business that loses my head?"

Thomas Gilbert was obviously in a bad mood. After saying these few words, he ignored Chen Yan and turned to enter the cabin.

"If you ever change your mind, call me."

Chen Yan left such a sentence without beginning and end, watching Thomas Gilbert's figure disappear below the deck.

That night, Thomas Gilbert had a dream so long that it almost made him lose consciousness.

In the dream, he and his razor gang became the most powerful gang on Birmingham Street in Yanan City. They went up to the members of the parliament, down to the street gangsters, and everyone would treat him Thomas Gilbert Take a high look.

He dreamed that he had a wife, as beautiful as the wife of the prettiest corner girl on the whole street, and he bought her a drink and a cigarette, and the two developed a relationship beyond friendship, and had a child, The child's blond hair and those beautiful blue-gray eyes are exactly like him...

Suddenly, Jack Gilbert's bloody face appeared in front of him, and his best brother's face was full of panic except for the blood. He dreamed that Jack Gilbert put his hands on his shoulders and told He said:

"Tommy, Uncle Li found out about my sinking little Michael into the sea. He killed our people and pulled my tie."

Suddenly, Jack Gilbert's neck was split from it, and his tongue fell out of the crack, and the scarlet fear spread from Jack Gilbert to Thomas Gilbert's heart.

Thomas Gilbert opened his eyes suddenly, and in a trance, he saw only the steel ceiling of the cabin above his head, instead of the gloomy sky of Days Island in his dream.

Holding his exhausted body, he struggled to sit up from the bed, reluctantly picked up the small bottle on the table beside him with violently trembling hands, opened the bottle cap, and drank the golden oily substance in it in one gulp.

It is "sesame oil".

The balm almost immediately paralyzed the nerves, and Thomas Gilbert collapsed on the bed, limp as a pile of mud.

During the soaring heart rate, countless beautiful scenes appeared in his mind, and his nerves softened by the sesame oil sank into it, and he couldn't extricate himself from it. After reaching the greatest joy beyond the normal detection of life, the heart rate finally slowly dropped.

He seemed to have fallen from the Kingdom of Holy Light to the mortal world. When the cold air covered his body in the cold night, he felt a huge disgust for the whole world in his heart.

It would be great if I could leave this world.

He knew that such a thought was wrong, so he tried his best to overcome the discomfort that such a thought brought him, and it cost him a lot of energy again.

Lying on the bed, Thomas Gilbert stared at the broken perfume bottle on the ground with lifeless eyes. It took a long time for his breathing to finally calm down.

He took out his mobile phone and saw that the time had come to 5 o'clock in the morning.

Sesame oil can bring people peace for a while, but the huge side effects make him almost unbearable. He knows why he still uses this kind of thing—the honest body remembers the taste of sesame oil, and every cell in the sweetness of sesame oil It was completely irresistible in front of him, like a hunger carved into his bones.

He really didn't understand, could it be that after going through those things, his body, this immortal body, was still the same as those people with weak spirits?

He vetoed the idea.

No, I...we are different from ordinary people.

He reconfirmed that he used sesame oil only to eliminate the fear and deadly anxiety in his heart.

As for the intense addiction, there is always a way to eliminate it in the future.

Thomas Gilbert got up and dressed, left the ship, passed by the already busy Days Island pier, stood at the beginning of the mechanical plank road, looked at the looming mechanical beehive in the fog, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart again. panic.

He has obviously experienced a situation like this, but when faced with the predicament in front of him, he still behaved so unbearably - just because of fear, he had to use something like sesame oil.

He walked through the mechanical plank road in meditation and came to area C.

The whole area C became quiet again after a night of carnival—around dawn, at the quietest moment in the entire area, it seemed that even the evil hidden in every dark alley fell asleep.

Thomas Gilbert entered the game hall in C-4 area. At this time, the game hall was empty. Papa Hassan's bulldogs had gone back to sleep, and only the two Razor Boys were watching the scene.

After greeting the two, Thomas Gilbert entered the office at the end of the corridor, sat on the boss's chair and began to look through the ledger.

Except for the game hall business, the Razor Party's investment in other areas is loss-making.

Thomas Gilbert put the money he makes from the arcades these days into a small winery in District C-1.

The winery is not considered a listed company. The reason why it accepted investment was not only because Thomas Gilbert used violence to force the owner of the winery to submit, but also because Thomas Gilbert showed enough sincerity that the investment was enough to make the winery The honeycomb where the factory is located is expanded. After the expansion, the production scale will expand. If the expected sales volume can be achieved, even if the dividends to Thomas Gilbert are included, the owner of the winery will still earn much more than he does now.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of agreement is carried out in secret, but somehow this matter was known to the gang in C-1 area.

According to the rules of the mechanical hive, if a shop is on the land of a gang, the shop must first notify the local gang when it needs to invest. If the gang is determined not to invest, it can look for other investors.

But the boss of the gang in C-1 area is really stupid. He didn't invest, didn't want to make more money, and didn't let other people invest. After learning about the winery, he even set fire to the winery. up!
The mechanical honeycomb has a strong fire extinguishing function at the beginning of its design, but most of the equipment in the winery is made of oak. When the fire burns and the smoke is so thick that the alarm can detect it, the equipment in the winery has been damaged by the flames , could no longer be used - the alcohol itself fueled the flames, so by the time the automatic fire extinguisher was activated by the smoke, the winery was already on fire.

Thomas Gilbert couldn't imagine how people could be so stupid.

Isn't it good for everyone to make money?

Even if I pay you protection fees?
You fucking set the winery down with a fire, and now everyone has nothing to earn!
Thomas Gilbert's former adversaries were either wise or wicked, never such fools.

Therefore, when he was surprised to hear such news that day and rushed to the scene, he felt a little overwhelmed.

The owner of the winery retired after a large part of the loss was reimbursed through insurance, and Thomas Gilbert's venture capital was impossible to get back, and part of the money he had worked hard to run the game hall was in vain.

Another investment by the Razor Party also failed. It was a dangerous attempt by Thomas Gilbert-scent oil. He tried to take over the sesame oil business on the street through some channel and tried to expand it. He invested in He paid a large sum of money—part of the game hall’s dividends and the Razor Party’s family property, he threw the money in like a gambler, and then he lost everything—

The sesame oil agent he found was shot last night. Just when Jack Gilbert and the razor gangsters filled the little Michael who betrayed him with cement and threw it into the sea, the sesame oil agent he had contacted before The agent was suddenly captured by the worker bees and shot in the middle of the street.

Thomas Gilbert watched the agent die in the street as if his sack of banknotes had been conjured up with a bang.

He was very irritable at the time, and wanted to find a woman to relax, but the woman's phone couldn't be reached. When he found her place, he realized that she was taken away by some of Hassan's bulldogs in the evening. People said they weren't coming back because the Sooka Britannia woman who was taken away by the bulldogs never showed up on the streets again.

That being the case, Father Hassan should have known about him and the woman.

But Papa Hassan didn't talk to him, didn't even bother with the bulldogs.

Thomas Gilbert didn't know why, waiting in panic was more uncomfortable than confronting powerful violence.

Also last night, after returning to the game hall, he received a call from his aunt.

My aunt told him on the phone that the sheriff of the Birmingham Street Police Department raided the Razor Gang's casino today and captured several Razor Gang brothers, including his own brother. My aunt asked someone to bail them out. But this time it's not even easy to send money, it seems like someone wants to deal with them.

After Thomas Gilbert learned of this incident, he used his relationship in the Yharnan City Council to realize that the Razor Party was not being targeted, but that the Yharnan City Council was conducting a top-down campaign. Reorganization and reform, so some cancerous gangs must be cleared from the streets.

Thomas Gilbert promised his relationship that he would no longer do illegal business in the future, and then promised money and more benefits, only in exchange for the other party's reluctant "I'll give it a try".

The eldest brother has taken care of him and Jack since they were young, so nothing will happen to the eldest brother.

Thomas Gilbert wanted to go back, but he had a very important business appointment today, which was related to the future of the Razor Party, and he couldn't get out.

The price of the island chain is at least 10 times higher than that of Nan City. Using the money earned from the business in Yanan City to work hard in the island chain is burning money almost every day, and it is also taking the family's future as a venture capital investment. He has already failed twice, if he can't get it done this time, he can still stay in the island chain by relying on the game hall, but the family in Yanan City will be kicked out of the house!
This time, he must succeed.

He sorted out the materials needed for today's negotiations, and practiced his speech in front of the mirror, from five in the morning until 08:30 in the morning, until Jack Gilbert came to the office, he nodded to his brother, and asked him to keep an eye on the game hall, Then go to area F of the mechanical hive.

A moment later, in a certain coffee shop in District F, Thomas Gilbert looked at the middle-aged man in a white gentleman's suit across the table, looked at the black and white hair of the other party, suppressed the inexplicable panic in his heart, and put the The proposal was pushed from the table to the middle-aged man:
"Mr. O.R.G. Northon, for industries with a long profit cycle, entrusting us as an agent is the right choice. We [Gilbert Trading Co., Ltd.] have been operating futures business in Yanan City for more than ten years, and we have a lot of experience. Rich……"

The middle-aged man with the strange surname "O.R.G. Northon" suddenly raised his hand.

Thomas Gilbert was interrupted, but he was not as angry as usual, because at this time he had no capital to be angry, and staying in the island chain was only a middle-aged man's thought.

"Mr. Gilbert, have you seen the current social situation in the mechanical hive?"

The middle-aged man pointed out the window, and Thomas Gilbert was a little at a loss with endless questions.

Fortunately, the usual exercise made him calm enough. After a short pause, he said:
"I have seen that Yanan City was like this when it was first established. It seemed that tall buildings rose from the ground overnight, and the number of people suddenly increased. Small traders from all over the world almost crowded the streets, and all the horses came from the city. Gone are the streets, replaced by steam buses and private railways."

O.R.G.N. said:
"I have also seen that at the beginning of Days Island's liberation, the monga at the wharf was like this. Everyone had a business overnight. Everyone was running around for business. Every day was very tired and happy... full of opportunities era, isn't it?"

Thomas Gilbert replied:
"of course."

At least for now, Thomas Gilbert thought.

Middle-aged man said:
"The business I want to give you this time is actually not my own business. It is left over from the Monka era on Days Island. There are two different options——

The first is to become the intelligence agency of the security department of Days Island, responsible for handling some dirty work that is not convenient for the government to come forward to deal with, and collecting some intelligence that is not convenient for the government to collect.

The second is to help an official named Mai Ya to ensure that the business he is in charge of can maintain normal operation.

Do you want to choose one of these two? "

This is totally different from what you said before!
Countless thoughts flashed through Thomas Gilbert's head for a moment, about what the purpose of this person looking for him was, and why the negotiated raw material futures business suddenly became "becoming a security outsourcer to do dirty work", "doing Wouldn’t it be better and more profitable to do dirty work” and “intelligence gathering”?
And the business of the protection official is running normally... This seems to be closer to the power center of the Days Island logistics center, and power itself is synonymous with interests. He can use the official named "Maiya" to contact a more core circle... …

When he reacted, his mouth had already answered honestly:
"The Gilbert family does have a security company, and I can be responsible for the security of Maia's business."

O.R. Genosan took out an agreement from nowhere and pushed it in front of Thomas Gilbert:
"Then, let's sign this agreement."

At this moment, Thomas Gilbert's hand seemed to lose control. Without any feeling or thought, he wrote his name on this agreement that he had never read.

"The agreement has been reached, Mr. Gilbert, I have sent Maiya's mobile phone number to your mobile phone, please contact him as soon as possible."

The middle-aged man put away the agreement, stood up, and walked out of the coffee shop. When passing by Thomas Gilbert, the latter felt that everything around him seemed to slow down, and the originally quiet voice was infinitely elongated , the light and shadow in front of him also became mottled due to being elongated.

When Thomas Gilbert came to his senses, O.R. Gennossen was completely gone in front of him.

He blankly took out his mobile phone, blankly clicked on the text message containing Maiya's phone number, and dialed the call.

After a while, the phone was connected, and an impatient voice came from the phone.

"You are the outsourced security guard? What are you doing there now!? We were trapped on the boat at the pier by gangsters! I'll send you the location, come here as soon as possible!"

What?Did something happen just after signing the agreement?

Thomas Gilbert realized that something was wrong, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

But he has already signed the agreement, and if he wants to make money, he must do this business no matter what.

He immediately summoned the horsemen of the Razor Party, took their weapons, and rushed towards the pier where Maiya sent.

When he arrived at the place, Thomas Gilbert suddenly discovered that the group of people besieging Maiya was actually the tie gang who had thrown the Razor Party's electronic waste into the sea!
The enemy was extremely jealous when they met, and Maia had an official background, Thomas Gilbert knew that someone was responsible, so he had no scruples to strike.

……

The fatal brawl did not last long. Such small-scale gang fights were staged countless times on Days Island every day. People have long been accustomed to it, and they don’t even stay too far away. be able to leave safely.

Thomas Gilbert put the bloodstained blade back into the brim of his octagonal hat, spat out a mouthful of blood with a tooth in it, and dropped the spent pistol into the water beside the high pile.

The blood stains attracted a large number of sea fish polluted by heavy metals. These poor rotten little guys drank the blood, but after a while, the sea surface beside the high pile was no longer stained with blood.

The only two remaining boys of the Razor Party pushed the corpses of the failed tie gang members into the sea. Thomas Gilbert did not look at the "boiling" sea water again, but walked onto the deck of the ship and knocked on the boat. He knocked on the closed hatch on the upper deck.

"I'm Thomas Gilbert, and it's done."

The people in the peephole of the explosion-proof hatch seemed to see that he was not holding a gun, so they opened the door.

Thomas Gilbert looked into the door, and saw the fat man who was guarded by the people wearing the overalls of the logistics center.

The fat man looked at the blood oozing from his body, and most of his previous impatience disappeared, but he still put on a bureaucratic face and said to Thomas Gilbert:

"We are going to move the goods, and you have to help watch them until they enter the logistics center."

When Thomas Gilbert heard the word "logistics center", an evil fire burst out of his heart:
"Since it is the official cargo of the logistics center, why not use worker bees to protect you?"

A dozen of my brothers died because of your stupidity!

Fatty Maia was frightened by his ferocious aura, squeaked and said:

"We also want to...but they don't help, I can only find other people..."

kindness?The same people in the logistics center system, why don't you help?

Thomas Gilbert smelled something unusual.

Could it be... an infighting in the logistics center?

He immediately picked up the phone and dialed Jack Gilbert.

The other party was ready, so the call was connected immediately:

"Jack, take all the brothers... and those bulldogs, and come to the pier and meet me, as soon as possible."

Thanks to the unique road design of the mechanical hive, Jack Gilbert arrived quickly with the Razor Party and Bulldog.

"Now, let's go."

……

When Thomas Gilbert escorted three carts of goods into the warehouse area of ​​the logistics center, there were only five people around him.

Jack Gilbert lay dying on the delivery truck, Maia was only half of his body, and the only remaining pit bull was almost drained of blood, and God knows how he could still stand upright.

Although the other two who survived were not seriously injured out of luck, they were exhausted and reached their limit.

By the time the explosion-proof doors in the warehouse area of ​​the logistics center fell, Thomas Gilbert had basically confirmed his guess.

Soon, the officials who came to receive the goods came to Thomas Gilbert.

Thomas Gilbert looked at the man, almost couldn't resist taking the blade from the brim of his hat and slitting his throat.

"Mr. Gilbert."

The person who spoke was actually "O.R.G. Nosen" who had signed a security agreement with Thomas Gilbert before!
"According to the content of the agreement, I will pay you 2200 pounds."

O.R.G. Innocent went on to say:

"Now, you have inevitably had an irreconcilable conflict with the tie gang, so you have two choices:

The first one escaped with the money and promised not to be caught by Li Shoucheng for the rest of his life.

The second one is to reorganize the Razor Party and confront Li Shoucheng. "

Thomas Gilbert stared at O.R. Genothan, his voice was as low as a ghost whimpering:
"So I don't have a choice, do I?"

O.R.G.N. said:
"If you choose to escape with the money, I will help you leave Days Island safely."

Thomas Gilbert leaned on the logistics vehicle, glanced at the big "No Fireworks" sign on the warehouse wall, lit a cigarette for himself, and after breathing heavily, his blue-gray eyes looked at O.R.G. Nordson:

"Of course I chose to stay, fuck, of course I chose to stay."

He lit the lighter with his right hand, pointed at the location marked "inflammable and explosive materials" not far from him, held a cigarette in his left hand, completely lost his previous respect, and pointed at the cigarette butt like the worst hooligan. Origen Innocent:
"And you, if you can't give me an explanation, I will blow up your logistics center today!"

(End of this chapter)