Blue Sword

Strauss was a black marketeer in the city of Innsbruck, and he had a strong enough relationship network within the count and the city guard.

He made his fortune selling illegal drugs in his early years. Later, as the epidemic began to spread within the principality, a quarantine zone was established in the city. Most people almost avoid the quarantine area, but Strauss keenly sensed the business opportunities therein.

The medicines that were supposed to be distributed to patients in the isolation area have been delayed because most of the city guards were scientifically illiterate and were afraid of contracting the disease if they entered the isolation area. Therefore, no one dared to transport the medicines for distribution.

Strauss took the initiative to take on this task, so that the city guard could deal with it. As for the drugs transported into the quarantine area, because everyone is rushing to get them, they naturally have a price.

In other words, purchasing goods at zero cost, sending them to quarantine areas and selling them at high prices is not a huge profit, it is simply robbing money directly from infected families.

Not long after such good days, someone also discovered this profit chain, so the medicines of the garrison were given a minimum price. At the same time, there were also competitors selling goods in the quarantine area. It was said that they were not small, Straw Si can't afford to offend him.

After some consultations, the price of the medicine has gradually stabilized. Whether you export it or I have it, the price will be the same, and everyone will make money. If we engage in a commercial war with each other by lowering prices, wouldn't that make those patients easier?

That morning, Strauss climbed out of bed from his mistress's arms, got dressed, took a prophylactic antibiotic, and then set out to inspect the sales of drugs.

"Only thirty-six boxes were sold early in the morning?" He asked in disbelief in his store, looking very ugly.

Although sales have been falling recently, according to the usual data, at least more than a hundred boxes would be sold in the morning... Now it has dropped by two-thirds at once!

After taking stock of the warehousing and sales situation and confirming that it was not the clerk who had falsified the accounts and lied, Strauss was already furious.

This must be a competitor messing with me!

Then he began to visit his competitors door to door, only to find that his competitors' stores were also deserted. When he was confused, Strauss received an invitation letter.

"It's right there." When he arrived at the place designated on the invitation, he saw that all his former competitors and bosses had arrived, looking at the long queue in front of them with gloomy expressions.

"Stealing business?" Since everyone was here, he didn't bother to talk. He pointed to the long queue of stalls in front and asked straight to the point.

"For charity." Someone replied with a cold face.

"Charity?" Strauss never expected to be associated with the word "charity" in his life. "They distribute medicines voluntarily? Impossible! The medicines have a minimum price. Where do they subsidize the cost? It must be vicious competition! First seize the market for free, then raise the price!”

"They are not selling medicine at all!" A certain boss said impatiently, "They directly activate their extraordinary abilities, do you understand? Use extraordinary abilities to treat patients!"

"Extraordinary?" Strauss couldn't close his mouth at this time. If there is any word that is further away from his life than "charity", it is probably "extraordinary".

Aren't these guys always on top? Would you actually come to a place like the quarantine area to do charity?

"No! How come these extraordinary beings..." Strauss blurted out, "What are they trying to do?"

"Try to be happy." Someone said next.

"Then you don't care?" Strauss asked.

"We've taken care of it." Another boss said, "Look at the ground over there."

Strauss looked over there and saw several gangsters lying on the ground, their hands and feet had been chopped off, and they could only crawl along the ground feebly.

Every time they climbed out a certain distance, infected people who were waiting in line for treatment would come out and kick them back - everyone seemed to be listening to their wails to vent their anger.

"I heard that they seem to be members of the Knights Hospitallers." A boss said, "Think about it, knights. How can we fight? Just the gangsters under you and me? They can bully ordinary citizens, but against the knights? forget it."

"It's not that we have to fight." Another big boss said, "If you don't know better, won't we try to trick you? Hey, I'll show you a good show later."

Then the other bosses showed interested expressions.

There are more and more people queuing up, and Eleanor is in a hurry to maintain order. But fortunately, these infected people are very obedient. After all, they receive free treatment for free. If they cause trouble and are blacklisted, there will be no place to cry.

Under Eleanor's command, everyone quickly formed an S-shaped folding queue, waiting for treatment in an orderly manner.

Occasionally, someone who has recovered from the treatment probably thinks of her as the leader of the knights (after all, this girl is the one who looks the most like a knight), so they bring their whole family over to express their gratitude and give her some coins, eggs, etc. To express their gratitude, the gifts almost piled up into a mountain under the flag.

Eleanor looked at the happy smiles of these recovered people, and she couldn't help but feel a sincere sense of satisfaction in her heart.

Suddenly, the team and crowd dispersed in panic, and two gangsters rushed over carrying a dead old woman, shouting viciously:

"What are you Knights of the Hospital? Quack doctors! My mother took your medicine and she couldn't bear to die after she went back!"

The crowd was immediately in an uproar. For things like food and medicine that involve entrance safety, most people would rather trust them than trust them.

Now that there is a case of "taking drugs to kill people", everyone immediately hesitated, wondering if there was really something wrong with those drugs?

"What's going on?" Medea walked over, thinking that Asker had guessed correctly again. Sure enough, someone came out to cause trouble, so she sneered, "You said your mother died after taking our medicine?"

Neurosis, our medicines are just sugar pills! The acting is really exaggerated.

Of course the two gangsters also knew that they were sugar pills. The big bosses had already sent people to pretend to be infected and investigated it. However, in this case, the other party couldn't tell the truth anyway, so they were naturally happy to pretend not to know and continue to pretend to be angry. yelled:

"My mother didn't eat anything when she got up in the morning, and she was always in good health. She just came here to take your medicine. After she came back, her heart beat faster and her face turned blue. She died soon after! It's not your medicine's fault, but whose fault it is. question?"

"Then do you dare to swear to God? What you said is true?" Medea stared at one of the gangsters and suddenly activated her mind control ability.

"Of course!" The gangster was also used to swearing. He raised his finger and said, "I swear to God, everything I said is true! You must give an explanation today, otherwise I will smash your harmful shop. Got it!"

"Brother." Another gangster who was under control suddenly said, "You have gone too far."

The gangster who was swearing just now was startled when he heard this, and a confused expression suddenly appeared on his face.

Hey, brother, your line is wrong, right? This is not how the script given by the employer was performed!

Before he could recover, he was punched hard in the face and knocked to the ground.

"I really can't stand it anymore." The eyes of the controlled gangster were empty, but the words he spoke were righteous, "People responded to God's call and treated patients for free, but you, brother, took other people's bad money and carried a corpse Just come here and smear others! Aren’t you afraid of going to hell in the future?”

This righteous and awe-inspiring line was actually spoken so passionately by the gangster that the crowd around him immediately believed most of it.

The beaten gangster on the ground got up. He never dreamed that he would be betrayed by his brother, and suddenly showed a fierce expression of "You are dead".

It's just that he was naturally not stupid enough to start an internal fight here. You must know that the infected people around him were already furious, and if they stayed here any longer, they would be afraid of being beaten again, so he quickly ran away with a smear of oil on his feet.

Bosses in the distance:……………………

"Is this a good show you want to show us?"