Mystery: The New Dark Emperor Arrives

Chapter 39 The Gangsters of the East End

Xio tried hard to squeeze out a smile: "Maybe, maybe it's the gangster's eyeliner.

"You may not know it, but gangsters are always on the lookout for strangers coming to the East End."

Hobert said, "It's better to be careful. Well, let's turn into the intersection ahead, find a place to hide, catch the stalker, and force him to ask whose subordinate he is."

"There is absolutely no need for this." Xio said with a smile: "Don't worry, the gangsters in the Eastern District basically know me, and no one dares to do anything to us!"

Hobert reminded, "But we were just blackmailed yesterday."

"Hehehe." Xio was almost sweating, "That's, that's because Darkholm just became the boss and hasn't dealt with me yet."

Hobert looked at Xio's unnatural expression, and nodded thoughtfully: "I probably understand."

When sharing the loot with Xio last night, Hobert had a high degree of trust in Huo, that's because he knew Huo's character through the original book, and he still knew Huo well.

But he overlooked one point: Hugh didn't necessarily trust him.

In Hugh's eyes, for the sake of safety, of course, it is necessary to prevent Hobert from doing things that violate the law and morality for the sake of 1600 pounds of property.

Hobert didn't make any explanations. He believed that after a few days, Hugh would know his credibility. After this incident, the two of them could build enough trust.

Soon I came to No. 56 Gaspin Street, which is an ordinary residential building in the East District. From the outside, it looks dilapidated and dirty, and the walls are peeling off in many places.

The two came to room 303. At this time, everyone went to work, so Hobert and Hugh simply broke in again.

As Hobert expected last night, there were only a few dirty overalls here, and it seemed that no one had lived here for a long time.

This may be a small stronghold for Heyman, where he can change his clothes and carry out some operations in the East District calmly.

After confirming that they had nothing to gain, the two went to the Cuckoo Bar again. Duckholm was not there, but his subordinates immediately recognized Hobert and Hugh.

For a moment, the seven or eight thugs were like mice that had been found in their nests, and tried every means to escape from the various exits of the bar.

Hugh kicked a fleeing villain over, only threatened him a few words, and the villains immediately agreed to take them to their boss.

Duckholm's residence is much better than Vill's residence, at least it is clean, tidy, and free of odors.

When Duckholm saw Hobert and Hugh, he was about to run away on crutches.

Xio said coldly, "Do you want me to break your other leg?"

Darkholm stopped immediately, with a kind smile on his face: "Is there anything I can do to help you two?"

Seeing that Duckholm was still sensible, Hobert pouted towards the door without any hesitation about his gentlemanly image: "Why don't you invite us in for a cup of tea?"

Darkholm: "It's my pleasure."

While leading the way, he directed his subordinates to boil water and make tea.

Obviously, Duckholm is a person who enjoys life. The house he lives in has a living room and a bedroom, and the decoration is not bad. It doesn't look like he is in the East District.

Hobert sat down on the sofa and threw the letter in his arms to Duckholm: "Look for yourself."

Dakholm suddenly had a bad omen. He bounced and picked up the letter on the table, and after looking at it a few times, his face changed drastically: "This, this is a letter from Boss Zachary!"

Hobert said leisurely: "Sorry, I made a mistake, this is the letter."

He threw Darkholm's letter to Heyman on the table, and Darkholm just glanced at the envelope before falling down on the sofa.

The smile on Darkholm's face disappeared, and he asked with a mournful face, "Mr. Hyman was caught by you?"

Hobert said vaguely: "I think you will be the real boss of the Cuckoo Bar in the future."

Not only was Darkholm not happy, but he was a little worried: "Then, then Zachary..."

This time Hobert said very firmly: "You will never see him again."

Darkholm leaned on the sofa, and asked after a long while, "What do you two want from me?"

"I want you to tell me about how you met Heyman, and why you obeyed Heyman's order?"

"Sir, I have no choice." Duckholme said with a wry smile, "As far as I know, there are some mysterious supporters behind all the bars in the East District.

"They have ambassadors from various countries, noble gentlemen, people from the plateau, and even landlords from the southern continent."

His so-called "plateau people" refers to the dry plateau at the beginning of the Hornakis Mountains. The people there are brave and good at fighting. For a long time in the past, it has been one of the most troublesome problems for the Loen Kingdom.

With the improvement of gunpowder weapons in the past one or two centuries, these plateau talents have been completely succumbed.Some of them entered Backlund, and because they dared to fight and kill, they soon became a very distinctive gang in the East District.

Darkholm spread his hands: "There are too many people in the East District who have lost hope in life. They are very suitable to be spies or killers. Who can refuse such cheap fighters who are not afraid of death?"

He said: "No one knows who opened the Cuckoo Bar, but Zachary has been the boss of the bar since a long time ago.

"Before Boss Zachary left, he took me to meet Mr. Heyman, and I knew that Mr. Heyman was the boss behind the bar.

"It's more like I'm working for Mr. Heyman, helping him collect some information, operating the bar's black market, and giving most of the bar's proceeds to Mr. Heyman.

"I once tried to make fake accounts and take part of the proceeds for myself, but Mr. Heyman immediately discovered my trick and almost broke my right leg."

Of course it will be seen through, Heyman is a connoisseur of deception!

Hobert nodded, no wonder he saw that Duckholm's right leg seemed to be injured yesterday: "I also want to know more about Hyman's hiding place."

He half-truthfully said: "We destroyed a few places, but didn't find what we were looking for."

Duckholme immediately said: "56 Gaspin Street! Every week I go there to hand over the bar's account books and income."

Hobert shook his head: "We just came from there."

Hugh on the side had been yawning again and again as soon as she entered the door. At this moment, seeing Hobert's bad tone, she immediately regained her spirits, and finally came to her favorite part of extorting a confession.

Darkholm was a little flustered: "I, I know that place."

Hobert unhurriedly took out the "Holy Night Powder", "Amanda" hydrosol and other materials from his pocket: "I know a potion that can make your mind like a paste. At that time, I If you take the opportunity to ask a question, you will definitely answer it honestly.

"But it's a pity that from now on your thinking will continue to be chaotic and become a lunatic!"

Hugh kept these words of Hobert in his heart, and it had to be said that Hobert's way of extracting confessions was very novel, which greatly improved Hugh's aesthetics of violence when facing criminals.

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　　The city where the author lives is one of the "porcelain capitals" in the north. Today, a friend came to me to buy a ceramic vase. I took my friend to the market and walked around. Thinking that so many shops are closed, I don't know how long this depression will last.

　　
　
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