Lord of the Divine Show

Port of Baltimore.

Birch forest.

After a few gunshots, everything returned to calm.

The masked gangsters hurriedly drove the carriage loaded with goods away, leaving only a mess.

The clear moonlight falls.

A blood-stained palm suddenly raised to cover his face, as if he disliked the moonlight for being too dazzling.

"There is only one moon. It seems that this world is more in line with my common sense..."

Zhong Shenxiu turned over and sat up, looking at his chest.

The gray jacket was soaked with blood, but under the blood-soaked clothes, the bloody wounds were healing rapidly, expelling deformed bullets.

'I almost got lunch as soon as I entered the venue, and I spent a fortune to repair the injury. It's just...'

After a moment, he struggled to stand up and looked at the body on the ground.

Most of them were blond, stocky, and hairy... They were also shot.

In addition, there are several double-barreled shotguns scattered on the ground. Zhong Shenxiu cannot name the specific model, but the walnut stock has very smooth lines and feels like a work of art.

‘A… Western world? ’

Zhong Shenxiu picked up a double-barreled shotgun, stroked the cold body of the gun with his palm, and muttered silently to himself.

‘I always feel that the world I travel through the Gate of Ten Thousand Gates is not normal and is easily affected by certain influences... The first world I traveled to was invaded by demons, and the second world was invaded by evil gods. What the hell is going on in this world? ’

He sighed, knowing that his chances of finding other immortal cultivation techniques from this world were extremely slim.

Even in the memory of this young man named ‘Levi Mojito’, there is no extraordinary existence.

The only things that can make the opponent feel powerful and powerful are a strong body, a revolver, and an armored battleship...

'Well... productivity is between the first industrial revolution and the second industrial revolution... Although there are products such as steam cars, they are only in big cities and can easily damage the road surface, so horse-drawn carriages are the first choice...'

Looking at the traces of the carriage on the ground, Zhong Shenxiu pressed his eyebrows, and in the cold wind howling at night, he began to accept the memory of the original owner.

Mesoemia Federation, Port of Baltimore...

Sirians, bartenders...

Jones, Carmela, Jennifer…

Missions, transporting bootlegging, robberies...

A large number of memories came flooding back. Even though he had experienced it several times, Zhong Shenxiu couldn't help but press his temples, feeling that his head was almost going to explode.

"The obsession or wish is to become very rich!"

"I'll go... this is making things difficult for me! It's fine if you give me an exact number. How can a concept like being very rich, which has no quantification at all, be realized?"

"I'm afraid I have to work hard to make money. When the obsession dissipates, it means I have made enough money... Or maybe, I won't make enough in a lifetime?"

Zhong Shenxiu's face looked a little ugly.

He knew very well the reasons why Levi Mojito died here.

At this time it was the Mesomean Federation, 667.

Last year, Congress just passed a law that Levi Mojito thought was very stupid-Prohibition! Declare that it is illegal to manufacture, sell or even transport alcoholic beverages and may be sentenced to fines or even imprisonment!

By the way, Levi Mojito is twenty years old and his original occupation was a bartender.

What can the bartender do if there is no more wine?

The federal government not only issued prohibition orders, but also specially sent prohibition agents to each state to supervise the implementation of the laws, which made Levi unlucky to lose his job.

This young man has secretly greeted the families of those idiot congressmen countless times, but to no avail.

Levi Mojito's parents died young, but he still had a younger brother and two younger sisters to support. After losing their source of income, the family became very embarrassed.

In order to make a living, he had to accept the entrustment of an underground black bar owner to transport a batch of "private goods", that is, smuggled alcohol.

This low-quality wine is the work of a small workshop in the countryside. It is fermented with potatoes or corn, and even contains methanol!

In the opinion of bartender Levi Mojito, it is simply garbage.

But even so, in dark bars, a bottle can still be sold for a high price of twelve dollars!

Compared with the previous price of more than ten cents a bottle, it has increased dozens of times! Nearly a hundred times!

Moreover, it is easy to drink people into the hospital or even into the grave.

Even so, there is still an endless stream of people going to underground bars to get drunk, because human beings are crazy about pursuing things that can give short-term pleasure to the point of hopelessness.

Otherwise, the original colonists would not have tried their best to make the colonial natives addicted to alcohol, and then easily exchanged strong alcohol for everything they wanted.

Not only that, the religions of this world also have a deep connection with wine. They even like to use wine at celebrations, claiming that drinking wine can bring people closer to the gods! And affectionately call them 'Elixir', 'Huan Bo', and 'Kuaishui'!

Of course, it was also angrily denounced by people with lofty ideals as a 'magic liquid' and a 'fountain of disaster'!

Why the federal government adopted and implemented Prohibition laws with such a strong stance remains a puzzling question.

All in all, after Prohibition, various underground bars emerged one after another, which evolved into a series of social problems.

The convoys transporting private liquor are also coveted by a large number of gangsters. They call it "liquid gold" and often commit crimes in groups.

In order to protect the hard-won smuggled alcohol, bar owners had to hire a wide range of manpower to protect the transportation lifeline.

It was against this background that Levi Mojito joined this team.

On his first mission, he was unlucky enough to encounter a robber.

To be honest, the bootlegging business in Byron City has gone through the initial chaotic stage and is now controlled by several of the largest gangs. Logically speaking, it should be relatively safe.

But the fighting between gangs has stopped, which does not mean that those gangsters with a few dozen people will stop easily.

Li Wei encountered a few unreasonable young men who dared to shoot and kill people. He thought he was shot in the chest and died immediately.

Then, there is the matter of Zhong Shenxiu.

"Now...you have to leave the scene first, otherwise it will be no joke to be caught by the subsequent federal agents..."

Zhong Shenxiu tidied his clothes and prepared to leave the murder scene as soon as possible.

Although it was in the wilderness, there had been gunshots before, so there was no guarantee that no one would find him.

At this time, a thick palm suddenly grabbed his shoe.

It was a thick white man lying in a pool of blood, asking for help indistinctly: "Help...help..."

"Scarface?"

Zhong Shenxiu turned the man over and found that he recognized him. He was the gunman of this convoy. He had a ferocious scar on his face, but he was actually very young and a good person.

After checking the injury, it was found that there was no serious injury, so he was destined to be lucky.

"Consider yourself lucky, let's go together."

He helped Scarface up, and the two slowly walked into the birch forest.