Abyss Express

[Part①·Cartilage]

Jim Crow was the big boss of the Curio Hall.

In addition, he is also a big shot in the Perfume Bottle Gang, a staff adviser to the leader, a shrewd lobbyist who is a fish in water in the business world, and an Arizona state legislator.

He is thirty-six years old, young and promising, with a bloated figure and a big belly.

Her hair has gone with the wind, and the most eye-catching feature on her body is a fierce arrow scar on her face. If you have a good memory - back to the volume "Invincible", Damian Katz, who worked for George Joshua, the Curator of the Curiosities on Cruise Ship 4, spent more than two hundred years The pseudonym he used years ago was Jim Crow.

Tonight, Jim Crow is meeting with three people.

One of them is the famous writer David Victor.

The other is the unknown Sheriff-Jack Martin.

The last one is a yellow man of unknown origin - Vincent, or Wen Bucai.

He learned the origins of these three people from the butler - they bought tickets together and entered the auditorium of the Curio Museum. They were divided into three and went to different venues to play.

One more point is particularly important!

That's what Mr. Jim cares about most!

According to the conductor's description, Vincent, a yellow Chinese worker, wore a wide-brimmed hat with parrot feathers on his head, which looked very much like Sullivan Okopela's hat.

At this point, Jim Crow secretly hid this information and never mentioned it to anyone in the Perfume Bottle Gang.

His heart was restless, like an ant in a hot pot. Since the gang could no longer contact Sullivan, the leader had been having trouble sleeping and eating, ordering people from all walks of life to search for traces of Sullivan, but refused to explain the reason.

Smart Mr. Jim noticed it immediately and realized that Sullivan might have been killed.

Sullivan, a young red-haired boy, has always been the leader's loyal and loyal subordinate.

Therefore, the leader will deliver the [Arrow] to Sullivan Okpela.

This person's soul power [Thyme] can give ordinary people extraordinary physical strength, and it can also cooperate with [Arrow] to screen out outstanding seeds and attract more powerful, outstanding and loyal talents into the Perfume Bottle Gang.

The areas under the jurisdiction of various cadres of the entire gang require coordination and adjustment by Sullivan's [Thyme], just like the gentle village in the commercial street, which relies on the magical power of [Thyme] under the 24-hour business work.

Mr. Jim immediately thought of it.

—Now Sullivan is dead. The whereabouts of [Arrow] are unknown, if I, Jim Crow, can get my hands on [Arrow]. Can you completely eliminate the leader and become the owner of the perfume bottle? Become George Joshua's right-hand man! Climb up this path! To the seat of power in the United States of America!

Obviously, Jim's heart was moved. He couldn't restrain his inner desire, and was aroused by the rich smell of meat.

But before meeting these three guests, the big boss has one more box to open.

This is a very sacred thing. When a new product meets its owner for the first time, it is necessary to choose a comfortable and quiet time to hold this ceremony.

In the office, Mr. Jim left only the butler and blasted all other security personnel and puppy legs out of the office.

The coated paper of the wooden box also smells like grass. His thick, fat fingers caressed the box, and there was a greedy and erotic look in Jim's eyes.

"Yao, come here, come up and look at it with me."

The steward's surname is Yao. Butler Yao is also a Chinese. He looks about fifty years old. He is thin and wears a scissor tail dress, giving him an elegant and indifferent look. He has a pigtail - he works for Jim and is willing to work hard. .

The old housekeeper stood still, holding a red towel. asked.

"Master, you just asked me to come forward? You want me to stand with you? You want me to step on the steps? Stand right in front of the boss's desk? Right?"

Jim Crow: "Of course! How can you share this joy with me if you don't come over?"

The old housekeeper was cautious and asked again: "Master, let me confirm to you again that what you said is true? Or are you playing a trick on me? I am a slave and a humble yellow-skinned man. What qualifications do I have to stand with you?" In the same position?"

Mr. Jim became a little impatient and waved his thick right arm to capture this pedantic and loyal butler.

"I don't want to whip you! I don't want you to be shot. This time I am serious! I am happy from the bottom of my heart! Sullivan is dead, he died well, and his [arrow] is about to fall into It’s a happy event for me, and I should find a trustworthy old friend to celebrate with me!”

The old butler took the order and followed the master's instructions. He quickly stepped up the two steps and came to the boss's chair. His legs went weak and he knelt down unconsciously.

Jim asked angrily and funny: "If you don't stand up? How can you see it!? See my new baby?!"

Butler Yao knelt down and explained: "Master can take down the box... so that I can see it. But I will never be on an equal footing with the master."

Jim cursed: "You want me to bow my head? Be as humble as you?!"

"No... I don't mean that." Butler Yao changed his words and tone, and asked in a more relaxed and playful tone: "I need a chair that can make me sit down when I kneel down. I saw its chair.”

Jim shouted: "It's trouble!"

Then, something unexpected happened!

As Jim Crow clasped his hands together, a phantom slowly emerged from this fat and strong body - the psychic tide caused the temperature to drop rapidly, the tablecloth became wet, and a layer of frost condensed on the wooden table. .

If Jack Martin were present, he would definitely regard this phenomenon as the work of a ghost.

On the other side, Butler Yao's legs stretched strangely, deformed and twisted, and turned into two slender hooves.

The strong animal feet allowed Butler Yao to see things on the table even from a kneeling position.

The master and the servant just looked at the delicate wooden box.

Mr. Jim used his strong fingers to pry open the twelve nails on the wooden box, and used his flesh palm to crush the glue that held the box together.

When doing these things, he walked on thin ice for fear of damaging the contents of the box.

After such a period of tumbling, from the middle of the box, among a pile of brackets and blades of grass, quietly lay a Samuel Colt "Wallker" revolver.

Cold metallic color, shiny bullet chamber and hammer set.

The barrel has strong lines and the central axis has a delicate polished texture.

The smell of a little rust-proof sewing machine oil evaporating in the air.

All this made Mr. Jim reluctant to pick it up.

He was afraid that the sweat and grease from his hands would rust the delicate work of art.

In this era, when the Perfume Bottle Gang still used double-action mercury powder rifles.

The revolver was specially adjusted by the Texas Ranger Captain and improved to use fixed-loading bullets - it was simply every western man's dream.

"Especially this one!" Jim Crow described vividly: "In addition to the military version of firearms supplied to the state government army, I ordered this one from the boss of the weapons company. According to the palm of my hand, my Knuckles, my custom-made weapon - it's scientific! It's the fastest killing weapon in the world! It can kill the Mexican bastard and his horse with one shot!"

He picked up his beloved gun and explained it to the sleepy Butler Yao.

"Look at the marks of etching and pickling. My first lover's name is written on it."

"Look at the grappling hooks. They are all made of silver. It doesn't matter even if they are stained with blood. Silver can kill viruses."

"Finally, let's look at its selling price...Yao? Yao! Are you listening?"

The old housekeeper woke up from his sleep and his eyes widened.

"Oh! Oh! Master, I'm listening! You want me to see its selling price, but I can't read English... You only allow me to speak and listen, but not to write or read. I can't even read it now. I can only write my own name, but I can’t read the contract, let alone sign it..."

Jim Crow shouted, pointing to the price tag inside the box.

"It's worth three hundred dollars!"

The old butler was shocked: "Three hundred dollars?!"

Jim nodded: "Yes! Three hundred dollars!"

Old Butler: "If the leader knows you spend so much money, he will scold you again. Master, you have to hide this gun well... It's three hundred dollars. The president has to work for ten years to get such a salary." …”

Jim frowned: "You say it's my fault?"

The old housekeeper quickly shook his head: "That's the gun's fault."

Jim denied it: "No! It's definitely not the gun's fault, it's so beautiful! So perfect! If I couldn't afford it, it's my fault! But I bought it!"

Old housekeeper: "Is it the leader's fault..."

"Yes! Yao!" Jim squatted down, grabbed the old butler's hair with one hand, and brought the old butler's forehead close to his, "It's the leader's fault..."

The old housekeeper looked at his master in confusion.

Mr. Jim looked at the slave with firm eyes.

Jim: "It's all the leader's fault."

Old housekeeper: "He..."

Jim scolded the leader.

"He is obviously so rich, but he only gives me a small amount of funds for activities every month. I can clearly see the monthly bills of the theater and the museum of curiosities, and how much profit they can generate, and I have a clear account in my mind. . But every time I want to use money to buy privileges, buy women, buy real estate, and buy more slaves, the leader secretly obstructs me at every turn——"

"——I originally wanted to build a [Jim Crow private army], and the newly recruited young people would either become Sullivan's students, or die in casinos and drinking tables due to various accidents."

"——In the end, only you, only you can stay by my side safely."

"——Only you, Yao, only you are a bad old man in his fifties, a slave, and a loyal old dog who cannot write or read."

Butler Yao replied very apologetically: "Master, I often feel guilty for my incompetence."

Mr. Jim put his favorite gun into the holster on his side and stood up, "But it's different now."

He explained the stakes to his slaves and then gave the order.

"The leader lost his most loyal Sullivan Okopela, and also lost the [arrow] that created superpowers. This is the best opportunity I, Jim, have ever had."

"I want you to receive Jack Martin and David Victor. No matter what the relationship between these two people is with Vincent, try to hold them back, use the best service and the best girls to keep them, and strip them naked. Their clothes, pack all their bags, and if you find [arrows], bring them to me immediately—"

"——If they mention [arrow], kill them before the sound gets out!"

Butler Yao: "Why kill them?"

"Are you a fool?" Jim cursed: "Let the other people in the Perfume Bottle Gang know that [the arrow] is in my territory! Then I will never have a chance to kill the leader!"

Butler Yao nodded confusedly: "If you mention [arrow], kill it immediately."

"Yes!" Jim then said: "I'm going to meet Vincent. Sullivan's hat is in Vincent's hand, and the arrows must be there too! I must get the arrows before anyone else, even if one or two are broken. It doesn’t matter how injured an arm or leg is..." "As long as I get it, I can fly far away, hide far away, gather a group of like-minded partners, and ask the leader for all the debts he has owed me over the years. ! I can find Lord Joshua and ask him to find another agent."

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[Part②·Roulette Game]

Museum of Curiosities·Circus.

Jack was holding a handful of popcorn and had just watched a performance of a tiger emerging from a cage and jumping through a ring of fire. He squeezed out from the crowd, contentedly looking forward to the next playground.

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Museum of Curiosities·Human Zoo.

David Victor stood outside the iron cage holding his shorthand notebook, staring indifferently at the Bondu Igorots in the cage.

He spoke very slowly, reciting various characteristics of different races. While recording silently, he recorded these characteristics into the text, striving to be completely true.

After recording, go to the Selkenan Indian in the next cage and repeat the recording.

Mr. Victor looked far into the distance and saw that there were many slaves or indigenous people of different races and colors, locked up in separate living areas, and treated like animals for people to visit.

Further away, there is a firearms company's hypermarket, which provides services for human experiments to test the lethality of firearms. The targets for shooting are also these indigenous people.

Curiosities Museum·Grand Casino.

Vincent placed his hat as a bet in the center of the large round table.

This gorgeous and sophisticated hat attracts the attention of many punters.

In the eyes of punters, this yellow man should have been in a cage in a human zoo.

"Let's play Roulette of Death."

Mr. Vincent's goal is clear. As long as he shows this hat, the cadres of the Perfume Bottle Gang will come to him one after another.

"One bullet at a time."

Press the pistol onto the round table.

"No money is allowed."

The bullets lined up.

"No cheating."

Put the gold coin, stolen from Jack Martin's package.

"One gold coin and a hat."

Vincent glanced at the gamblers around him.

"The one who is alive wins."

Immediately a shrewd gambler came up.

The gambler was in high spirits and smiled broadly, revealing the big gold braces in his mouth. "Unfamiliar face? Does it look like a raw face?"

Vincent: "You want to bet with me?"

"Of course!" The gambler spread all the money on the table, took out a matching bet, US dollar bills equivalent to the gold coins on the table, and then added another bet, shouting slyly, "But... from now on You go first, I’ll increase the bet five times, so I’ll use five bullets.”

Without saying a word, Vincent inserted four new bullets into the revolver, for a total of five bullets. He shook the bullet nest hard, and the rotating roller made a clear rustling sound-until it stopped, everyone held their breath and looked at the crazy Chinese, pointing the muzzle of the gun at his own temple.

"Bang!--"

The gunfire singed the hair next to Vincent's ears.

The bullet just shattered, as if it had been crushed by some strong ghost's bare hands!

"You..." The face of the gambler who followed the bet turned extremely ugly, "How dare you fucking cheat?!"

Vincent pushed the money on the table together and turned it into the funds for the next round of betting, and then delivered the gun to the gambler, "It's your turn."

The gambler who followed the bet suddenly stopped talking.

He looked at the four remaining bullets in the bullet chamber, and then saw the pile of banknotes and gold coins on the table. There is really a feeling of heartache that is hard to let go.

He wanted to grab the gun and kill this despicable yellow man, but the enthusiastic eyes and impatient urging words of the gamblers around him made it impossible for him to do so, as if he was being put on a torture device and was about to be executed.

He gritted his teeth and was reluctant to part with the gold, so he picked up the gun and turned the bullet cylinder hard without waiting for it to stop.

——Close your eyes and leave your fate to the gods.

[Bang! ——]

Fire and blood were splashed on the enthusiastic gamblers, and a life was lost.

Vincent shouted loudly, and at the same time gathered his gambling money in front of him.

"Next one!"

At this moment——

——Mr. Jim just caught up.

He asked security to remove all irrelevant people from the venue.

He was five feet away from Vincent, sitting in the boss's seat at the gaming table.

His expression was cautious, and his brows tried to give people an affable feeling.

Jim said: "Eastern man, you must be short of money."

Vincent: "No. I have only one purpose for this trip, to seek revenge from the leaders of the Perfume Bottle Gang - are you?"

Jim added: "Revenge also requires money..."

Vincent: "People traveling with me said that during my lunch break today, I shouted [revenge] fifty-four times and [perfume bottle] two hundred and eight times in my dream - it seems like you guys Scumbags are so attractive to me that they haunt me."

Jim: "The perfume bottle must owe you a lot of money."

Vincent: "It has nothing to do with money. I feel like I am tied by an invisible chain. If my revenge is not satisfied, I will have an inexplicable hunger that forces me to take action - I will not be free until I kill all the superpowers who persecute my fellow countrymen."

When everyone left, all the innocent people who did good things walked away.

"I understand you, Vincent, I am not talented." Jim Crow said, "Freedom is not bought with money, but it can be sold for money."

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[Note: Jim Crow comes from "Jim Crowism" - a literal translation of racial segregation and racial discrimination. It is the name of a black character in a play written by American playwright T.D. Rice in 1828. Later, it gradually became a derogatory title for black people and a synonym for the racial segregation suffered by black people. Jim Crowism got its name from this.]