Thousands of sparks

Chapter 33 Fraud
The atmosphere in the restaurant is very tense.

The moment Du Sande took out his pistol, Todd and Tom immediately stood up, took out a pistol from their arms and pointed at the fat man who was bragging.

The other armed security guards who had been drinking were a little slow to react, but after they reacted, they took more direct actions, and a dozen young men surrounded the table directly.Everyone has a gun in their hand, and everyone has fierce eyes.

Master Du Sande has drawn his gun, so why hesitate?Just kill that fat man.

The fat man was bragging, but suddenly he was pushed on the back of his head by a cold and hard guy, and he was very angry-he didn't hear Dusande's question at all, he just wanted to turn his head and turn this short-sighted guy Something scolded and settled the matter.As a result, before he had time to attack, he found that a dozen armed bandits surrounded him.

This is too scary, how bad is the law and order environment in Upper Albin?This is a restaurant run by nobles!

The Miserable Bamboo Pole sitting across from the fat man opened his mouth, and choked out a sentence, "It's really... really amazing..." Then there was no movement.

"I'm waiting for your self-introduction." Dusande waited for a few seconds, only to find that the fat man under his gun didn't move at all.This made Du Sande very puzzled-could it be that this person possesses some kind of peerless magic power that can treat the guns in my and other people's hands as decorations?
"I'm warning you." The fat man rolled his eyes and said in a hurry, "This is the restaurant run by Mrs. Androni. If you pull out your guns in Mrs. Androni's restaurant, aren't you afraid of the guards of the Privy Council?"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid to death." Du Sande sneered twice, "Last chance, who are you?"

A drop of sweat dripped from the fat man's forehead, and he said in a very calm tone, "I am Lord Dusand's political teacher, Madame Androni's political adviser and chief private secretary. Now put your guns back and leave this place store — I can pretend it never happened."

Mother's political adviser, Dussande had never heard of it anyway.But when it comes to political teachers and chief private secretaries, this Dussande is too familiar.

Unless Morse has the super power to suddenly change his body, otherwise... this person is Li Gui playing an ax on his real Li Kui.

Du Sande suddenly felt a little regretful, if only he had chosen that high-pressure air gun in the afternoon.

In this way, he can directly shoot this bold fat man in the leg first, and then he doesn't have to worry too much about disturbing the business of the store.

But regret it, regret it, this inexplicably angry fat man in front of him really owes a shot.Dussand decided to ask about the details before deciding whether to reward him with a 7.65mm round.

"This fat man said he would help you find a buyer for the fabric." Dusande crossed over the fat man's head, and asked the miserable bamboo pole on the opposite side, "What's the reward?"

"Ah... old... boss..." The bamboo pole replied tremblingly, "Mr. Morris said that if the business is concluded, I need to pay him two gold pounds." He hesitated and asked tentatively , "Boss... we are all serious businessmen, you see... is there any misunderstanding?"

"I'm Dusande." Dusande sneered after learning the situation, and then opened the safety of his pistol and said, "The Morris I know is definitely not like this."

After finishing speaking, Dusand turned sideways and directly pulled the trigger towards the thigh of the fat man in front of him.

The fat man shivered violently, and a large water stain suddenly appeared between his legs.At the same time, he shouted loudly, "Master, please spare me!"

However, the expected gunshot did not ring out. Dusand frowned and glanced at his pistol, then pulled the barrel cursingly.

Looking at the empty chamber of the gun in his hand, Dusande cursed in a low voice.

The incident became so serious that the manager who supervised the serving of food in the kitchen also rushed out.Seeing the tense situation and Dusande who was muttering about loading bullets into the magazine, he turned pale with fright.

"Master, master..." The manager leaned over, moved his hand but did not dare to stop Du Sande from pressing the bullet, "What's wrong?"

"What's the matter? I want to ask you what's the matter!" Du Sande glared at the manager with a mustache that made people feel unhappy, "There are scammers in the store, and they hit me Swaggering and deceiving—is that how you operate?"

Du Sande, who was blocked outside the door before, hadn't vented his anger yet, and took advantage of this mess to settle accounts together.

Slapping the loaded magazine into the gun, Du Sande sneered and pointed the gun at the fat man's head again, "You are lucky today, and you have another chance to answer—say, who are you?! "

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Using guns to scare people is the option Du Sande chose after "careful selection".Obviously, this scheme has played a very good effect.

As a man who has lived in modern China for more than 20 years, Du Sande has a very good understanding of guns.

Known from the game.

For a gun to fire, it first needs a bullet in the chamber.

And ever since he got the gun, Dusand was very sure that there were no bullets in his Type 52 pistol.Not in the chamber, not in the magazine.

Scaring people with an empty gun and acting "I could shoot anytime, I just forgot to load" "insane" state is very effective at knocking all types of people's mouths open.

For example, the fat man who is now pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, is desperately admitting his crime.

Fatty is a fraudster, he can even be called a "fraud expert".According to his confession of chattering for a quarter of an hour, in the past year, he has cheated at least eighty times, and obtained two hundred gold pounds for himself.

The most amazing thing is that this fat man is not the kind of traditional fraudster who "specializes in playing a role" and "always uses a routine".

The fat man who called himself "Feuerbach" claimed that he was from Olin, and that he was also a descendant of a small noble family - but a few generations ago, their titles of nobility were stripped by the Office of Coat of Arms.

Feuerbach's father and grandfather were ordinary people who lived honestly and dutifully.They lived in Olin and ran a small bakery.

As a scion of nobility, earning a living from a small bakery in Olin was of course difficult and fraught with frustration.In order to relieve such frustration, Feuerbach's father and grandfather chose to beat him with sticks or rattan, or tell him stories about their ancestors when they were not beating.

Under the influence of hunger, beatings and long-term "stories", Feuerbach began to become clever.If he couldn't retell a story told by his father or grandfather in full, he would be beaten—or starved for three days.

In order to avoid such an encounter, he began to make secret notes here and there while listening to the story.And when he really couldn't avoid it, he would put thick clothes on his body in advance, and then try to cover his head with his hands to avoid being too seriously injured.

Then wait for an opportunity to fill your stomach on the street.

This is how Feuerbach began to become a fraudster.Of course, at first he was just stealing, or cheating for a bite to eat.But things started to change after he stole a badge.

That's the prospector status badge of the Royal Mining Consortium.

In the empire, the coat of arms was a very important form of identification.The nobles had the coat of arms of the nobility, and the department clerks had the badge of the department clerk.False badge use is a common crime, and for such a crime... the punishment can be very flexible.

If the badge of a private sector is just used fraudulently, the criminal will probably only be whipped by the police for a long time to remember.Falsely using the badge of nobility will attract the guards of the Privy Council, which usually ends in death.

Falsely using the emblem of the royal department will be more serious than using the emblem of the nobility.This is an insult and challenge directed at His Majesty the Emperor.

A group of enthusiastic Heraldry Management Office agents will appear in front of this daring guy, and then spend at least three days and meticulous operations to make him regret that he was born in this world.

Then use any other method to end the pain of this guy who dared to insult His Majesty the Emperor.By the way, let his family leave this world together.

This may also be one of the purposes of Feuerbach's fraudulent use of the prospector's badge of the Royal Mining Consortium.

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"I lied to everyone, and I always succeeded." After another two hours, Feuerbach roughly described the crimes he had committed in recent years.Then, he completely relaxed.

"I have driven hundreds, maybe even thousands of families into complete despair. I don't know how many people will be completely hopeless and commit suicide." He smiled, and even started to pat his belly lightly. "I think I did a pretty good job."

In the restaurant's manager's office, a dozen young armed security guards seemed to have fire in their eyes.They had also experienced similar things, and every word Feuerbach said touched their tense and angry nerves.

"Are you quite proud?" Du Sande's face became colder and colder.At the beginning, he really felt that this fat man seemed to be of some use value, after all, he had an easy-to-use brain, and he entered the scene very quickly.

Not everyone can immediately spin a full-fledged story to deceive people, and it will always be successful.Feuerbach was at least a master in grasping the psychological weaknesses of others.

But now... Du Sande didn't want to keep him at all.

Feuerbach laughed while pointing at his wet crotch, "Of course I'm proud. I'm so scared by you, but I can still make you stunned by some achievements—how proud of me!"

He chuckled, "Young man, I am doing a good deed. They should have been eliminated, and they are not suitable for this cruel and dark world. They don't deserve even a penny of money, and I can live on them Well done, that's the right way..."

An armed security guard with blond hair couldn't bear it any longer. He rushed out of the crowd and kicked Feuerbach's head.

Then kicked him unconscious.

"Forget it, I'm really not interested." Du Sande sighed, and he said to Todd, "Please run over and send this to the Heraldry Management Office."

Dusand handed Todd his notebook, which probably recorded the good deeds Feuerbach had done.

"Let them come and deal with it..." Dusand looked at Feuerbach who had fainted, and then narrowed his eyes.

He is indeed a person who is very good at reading other people's psychology - it's a pity that what he just said didn't inspire Dusande or anyone else to shoot him in the head.

Perhaps, only the ingenious technique of the Heraldry Management Office is worthy of his painstaking efforts.

(End of this chapter)