From Prisoner to Si Chen

Three days in a row.

Gillandu wandered around various neighborhoods in South Muse, shuttled between the territories of various gangs, like a hyena, smelling the prey in search of prey.

From morning to night, even in the dead of night at midnight.

He disguises himself as a worker, a local resident, a gang member, or even an underground wine merchant from the East and West Muses. No matter the demeanor, appearance or the tone and accent of the conversation, they are all lifelike.

Thanks to his original experience of selling illegal liquor, Gillan is well versed in this, so he can easily find clues and find the traces of those criminals selling liquor.

Once he gets connected, he will use various means and blackmail to negotiate to win the trust of the other party, and then arrest them on the spot where the two parties are trading illegal liquor, and take away the stolen goods!

After that, they used these liquor sellers as a springboard to attack Huanglong.

With Ji Lan's level of disguise, even if those gangs were more vigilant, it would be difficult to tell the truth from the fake, making this trick fail time and time again. Coupled with his "super limit" level strength, he travels between various gangs as if he is in a deserted land.

Soft or hard, he has control over them all.

What could a group of gangsters selling bootleg liquor have to fight with him?

Therefore, in just three days, the gangs in various neighborhoods of South Muse were in panic, fearing that the recently appeared "prohibition agents" would come to their door.

There are even rumors that the "Prohibition Bureau" is extremely serious about this operation, and has sent dozens of elite agents to sneak into the South Muse, preparing to clean up the bootleggers in this area!

For a time, there was a roar of wind.

Eighty percent of the gangs in South Muse have suspended their bootlegging business.

The police officers in each neighborhood police station couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

There was no way, that Agent Gillan was too aggressive, and he would send bootleggers several times a day, ranging from seven or eight to more than a dozen people.

Just like delivering goods, the cells in the small police station can barely fit in!

They had to report to superiors and keep moving prisoners to the prison headquarters in South Meuse. This matter was reported to the Triumph District in the center of the capital and was known to the Prohibition Bureau of the Balance Department.

Prohibition Bureau officials were speechless.

Where did this subordinate come from who is so conscientious and even outrageous...

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Dawn 1926, early morning on August 12th.

Gillan sat cross-legged on the wooden floor of the master bedroom of her rental apartment.

His eyes were closed tightly, his head was sweating profusely, and there was a look of pain on his face. It was obvious that he had just experienced the meditation method. Now he is absorbing the elements of the universe and practicing spiritual secondary dyeing.

Gillan took the second "wick potion" and with the help of the potion, he swallowed all the fire elements around him into his body.

At the same time, that "guiding force" was pulling his consciousness deeper into the darkness, searching for something.

In the distance, he seemed to "see" a point of light, shining at the end of his sight.

‘Could it be that...that’s the essence of an “actor”? ’

Gillan couldn't help but think.

But soon, this "guiding power" faded, and the light spot disappeared.

His eyes opened, a flash of regret flashing through him.

"Not enough," Gillan muttered.

Looking back, it had only been more than a month since he entered the "Path of the Fire Sword" and officially became a mystic. Now it is only one step away from level 2, which can be called a miraculous speed.

After all, according to the "Secret Records of the Branding Iron", the most difficult level to climb in the "Road of the Fire Sword" at the spiritual mystic stage is actually level 2!

This is the first hurdle in the "Road of the Fire Sword".

I don’t know how many seekers from ancient times to the present have been stopped in pursuit of the mystery.

"call……"

Ji Lan let out a sigh of relief and stood up.

He walked out of the master bedroom and went to the bathroom to wash up. Then, wearing a white shirt and slacks, he sat on the sofa in the living room and read a newspaper.

There are three newspapers in total, namely the "Valerian Times", the "Muse Post" and the "Imperial People's Daily".

This is a service he subscribed to from a nearby newsstand a few days ago through his landlord, Mr. Delacruz. Paying 5 pfennigs and 10 melangs a week, the latest three newspapers are delivered to your door every day.

Gillan picked up the "Valerian Times" and looked at it, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

He was in the newspaper...

The newspaper headlines read:

"The Prohibition Bureau strikes hard! Vigorously crack down on the bootleg liquor trade in South Muse!"

The subtitle is:

"The mysterious agent broke into Longtan Tiger's Den alone and captured nearly a hundred prisoners in three days!"

Gillan browsed through the specific content carefully and did not know how much effort the reporter who wrote the report had to find out his identity.

It details that this "legendary agent" is the illegitimate son of Earl Farhan. He has won the Silver Lizard Club's "Young Rod Master Competition" and has recently been active in South Muse as a "senior prohibition agent". .

The report even described the whole process of how he disguised himself, how he sneaked into underground bars, and how he caught criminals. All the details are fabricated at first glance because they are too exaggerated.

But it was told in a clear and precise manner, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Gillan couldn't help but chuckle.

This report almost portrayed him as an omnipotent hero. At the end, he also described Gillan as a "model agent" rarely seen in the empire for decades, expressing high praise.

Another step on the ground, expressing disappointment with the "Prohibition Bureau".

The appendix contains detailed data showing how many criminals were arrested by the Prohibition Bureau throughout 1926, and how many gallons of private liquor were seized and destroyed.

I just didn't point to my nose and say, "Prohibition Bureau", it's a bunch of losers. The number of bootlegging criminals arrested throughout the year combined is not as much as Guillain Iros's achievements in three days!

"interesting."

Gillan smiled.

As soon as this report was published, the feedback he received was bound to increase.

Playing the role of "Prohibition Agent", his own sense of agency is on the one hand, and the impact is on the other. He needs more audiences to react and express approval, so that he can draw more "guiding power" from it.

This is the true meaning of "actor" and "secret".

Deep in his soul, the invisible pulling force began to emerge again, and it kept coming, and Jilan couldn't help but feel good.

He specifically glanced at the signature at the end of the report:

Valerian Newspapers, gold medal reporter, Rebbie Lund.

"Lebby..."

Jilan murmured the name, then closed his eyes to digest the "power of guidance". After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at the other two newspapers.

Soon, his eyes narrowed.

The headlines in the "Imperial Volkszeitung" at hand caught his attention:

"The border war has taken a turn for the better! The empire is about to win the third 'Counterattack War'!"

The subtitle is:

"The Empire's 'Machinery Guild' has successfully developed new weapons, and the clarion call for counterattack is about to sound!"

Gillan read the report carefully.

Among them, the praise for the "Machinists' Union" is beyond words.

This shows that this union, which was born just over ten years ago, has trained countless talented craftsmen for the empire. Emerging technological products such as automobiles, whale oil batteries, telephones, and electric lights all originated from the Machinery Workers' Union.

The empire's science and technology progressed extremely rapidly and entered a period of rapid development.

At present, the Machinery Guild has developed new weapons, which has greatly improved the empire's armed strength. We will take forceful countermeasures against the unfair invasion of the enemy Owena Federation.

The report is also accompanied by more than a dozen black and white photos.

Ji Lan became more and more frightened as he watched.

"What kind of black technology are these..."

Not to mention tanks, armored vehicles, and rotating machine guns, they were all things he had seen in his previous life.

Once the Empire has these, it will be able to compete with the Federation.

However.

There will be more exaggerations later.

Tracked individual tanks, periscope rifles, rotating anti-aircraft artillery, amphibious assault vehicles with four heavy machine guns, crab tanks for mine clearance, crocodile tanks that combine burning trenches and bombing fortresses...

He even saw a "biplane glider tank"!

Equipped with missiles that do not belong to this era...

These new weapons can all see the shadow of the failed products of the previous life, but this other world is different.

Under the influence of some mysterious power, they seem to be able to actually enter the battlefield! It is black technology in the true sense!

Gillan knew very well that this was only announced.

There must be a secret weapon that has not been announced yet.

In this battle, under the covert cover of the Machinery Union, the empire will have an extremely terrifying counterattack force!

He noticed that at the end of the report, an enlarged and bold sentence was attached:

"Praise the supreme 'torrent' and enlighten the craftsmen of the empire!"