Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 240 Untitled

  The original intention of Veraker to join the Sea Rat Gang was to understand the basic information of the Sea Rat Gang. Once a backup plan was triggered during negotiations with Boss Xin, he would use the background of the Sea Rat Gang to put pressure on him.

   But now things are a bit complicated, and it can even be said to be on the verge of getting out of control.

  The problem of Dunman immigrants is imminent, and many gangs have to hold together to keep warm, and gradually form a complete and powerful force to engage in tense confrontation with the government.

   This is about to become extremely unstable, and the power with huge variables is escorting gold, and may bring risks to gold.

   "I don't think you will be entangled in choosing me or Fisher, so why hesitate?" Monroe waited for ten seconds, and couldn't help asking before Veraker's reply.

   "I agree." Verac decided to cooperate with Monroe.

On the one hand, the situation is not yet clear, and it is still feasible to use the Sea Rat Gang to compete with Boss Xin, and if Verac can seize this opportunity to become the new second in command of the Sea Rat Gang, it will definitely have a huge impact on the plan to regain gold. benefit.

   On the other hand, what the Sea Rats are facing is also what the Brescias in Manchester City are facing, and what the millions of civilians who have immigrated to Dunman are facing. As a member of the Equality Association, he naturally has to contribute as much as he can, and shine as much as he has enthusiasm.

   "Are you afraid that I will be silenced if you reject me?" Monroe took a small step towards Veraker, feeling a sense of deterrence.

  Villac has seen too many big scenes. Although Monroe is indeed powerful, it is still impossible to restrain him. He calmly looked at Monroe who was close to him, and said calmly, "You are very accurate at seeing people."

   "Haha!" Monroe laughed a few times, and then patted Verak's shoulder heavily with one hand, "You don't have anything you want?"

   "After solving Fisher, what are your plans?" Verac heard that Monroe was testing himself again, and chose to ask questions in response.

   "Rectify the Sea Rat Gang, continue to stick to Manchester City, and solve the problems thrown by the government one by one." Monroe said.

   "It's the same road."

  The two stared at each other briefly again.

   "Okay, there's nothing else to do, hurry up and go back to rest." Monroe broke the silence, and was about to turn around and leave alone.

   "How to deal with him tomorrow?" Virak asked.

   "Kill him on the way to the black street to meet the Gold Glitter Gang and the Black Street Gang." Monroe kept walking while speaking, and when he finished speaking, he was also engulfed in darkness.

  Verak stood still for a while, then walked in the opposite direction from where Monroe left.

   Monroe chose to get rid of Fisher before meeting with other forces, which is indeed the best time. After all, Fisher advocated escaping. If he was brought to talk, he might influence the development of the matter.

   Arriving near the hotel, after quietly turning over the window and returning to the room, Verak checked his gun, looked in the mirror in the bathroom, and removed the bandage on his head.

  The head was not injured much, and it has healed after two days.

  He took a good shower without any scruples, and then fell asleep near 3:30 in the morning.

  —

  January 31st

  At seven o'clock in the morning, Verac woke up naturally, washed up and had some breakfast in an outside restaurant, then came to Mink's Tavern, where he met Monroe and Fisher.

   "Come here? Have you eaten yet?" Monroe beckoned Veraker to sit down at their table.

   "Eat some." Verak said.

   "Let's set off at nine o'clock, and we will definitely be able to reach Black Street before ten o'clock." Monroe surprisingly didn't have a wine glass on the table today, and his spirit was much better.

  Verak saw the difference in Monroe, and said with a smile: "It's rare that I didn't drink, and I cleaned up so well."

   "On behalf of the Sea Rat Gang and the Bresci people, you can't be too sloppy." Monroe laughed loudly, "Fisher, don't you think so?"

"Yes." Fisher made another suggestion on the issues they discussed when Veraker was away, "This time we are going to discuss something, and the government may be watching our movements, so we should not bring too many people there, right? "

   "Of course I have to take me, the leader of the Sea Rat Gang, and two people to other people's territory, it's too dangerous." Monroe insisted on being louder.

Fisher looked at Veraker helplessly, and continued to persuade Monroe: "In the past, we must bring enough people, but this time is different. Everyone went to discuss things. We may bring too many people. Make them uncomfortable."

  Verak understood why Monroe insisted on bringing more people there.

  He specifically asked for this in order to lower Fisher's vigilance. The wary Fisher might have been wary if he had suggested just the three of them in the first place. And he took the initiative to ask to bring more people, and Fisher, who secretly controlled the Sea Rat Gang, would be relieved.

"If it's really dangerous, what's the difference between taking the two of us and taking twenty or thirty people?" Verack also helped Fisher persuade Monroe, "According to what you say, it's better to take the Sea Rat Gang in a mighty way." Everyone takes them with them."

   "That's too much, not enough." Monroe smiled.

"You want to bring more people there, but it's not because you're afraid of danger, right? You're worried that the smooth boss of the Black Street Gang won't agree with the resolute struggle, and you want to bring more people to put pressure on him." Verak told Monroe He found a new reason for insisting on bringing more people, and acted as if he had already seen through Monroe, pointing out the pros and cons for him. "In fact, this will only have the opposite effect. After all, no one likes to be threatened."

Fisher felt that what Verac said made sense: "That's right, before people felt too much pressure from the government, they were threatened by you first. Didn't you deliberately want the meeting to end unpleasantly?" ?”

   "But I have to do something, I can't just watch him refuse to resist." Monroe lowered his eyes and his tone weakened.

Fisher noticed that Monroe was beginning to waver on this idea, and continued to increase his efforts: "At least Lao Jin of the Gold Glitter Gang has the same idea as you. We all have the advantage in numbers. If you really want to do something, you have to wait Let's adapt to the situation after meeting."

   "There can be no gap between us at this time, remember what you said we must be united?" Virak also said.

   "Then follow what you said, just the three of us." Monroe pretended to be persuaded.

   "It's the first time I see you so worried." Fisher heaved a sigh of relief.

  Munro picked up the cigarette case from the table and pulled out a cigarette: "Our tripartite alliance is the only chance to fight the government. No matter what, I will not sit back and watch the conversation fail."

   "Don't be so eager to draw conclusions, let's talk about it later." Fisher comforted Monroe who was under tremendous pressure.

   Seeing that Monroe's acting was no worse than his own, Verak recalled the spirits he had dealt with, poured himself a small glass of wine, and took a sip.

  At nine o'clock, the three of them set off, leaving Manchester City in the only car owned by the Sea Rat Gang, and headed towards the black street where the Sdar people lived.

   "You said such a large place, why do you have to drive us away..."

  In the car, Fisher was driving, and Monroe sighed in the co-pilot.

  Verak sat behind Fisher, waiting for Monroe to make a move at any time, and he came to assist in removing Fisher cleanly.

"It's not a question of enough housing at all." Fisher looked straight ahead and drove steadily, "After the civil war is over, the Dunman government must want to bring back those civilians who supported the Union Army and increase their approval rating. But then There are many ways to improve people's hearts, but basically they can't be done, and they can only be used against us... So I said, there is no solution to this matter..."

"I don't think there are unsolvable things in this world. According to what you said, the Dunman government thinks we are soft persimmons and wants to drive away immigrants and increase support. Then we will not be soft persimmons and fight them to the end I don't expect to win them, anyway, as long as they feel that mobilizing us is not the best choice, we will win."

   "But it's not that easy..." Fisher snorted coldly.

  Monroe glanced back: "Are you used to it? This thing is different from a carriage."

   "I have not only been sitting." Verak saw Monroe shaking his head slightly to himself, indicating that he was not in a hurry, and there was no response, "I will still drive."

   "You can still drive?" Monroe patted the car body in surprise, "I don't even know how to control this iron lump."

   "I used to be a driver for a rich family." Verak found a reason.

   "Then you have done quite a lot, photography, steelworker, driver, and you can also speak Dunman, and your skills are not bad." Fisher sighed after hearing that Verak could drive.

  Verak just wanted to say something.

  Monro suddenly jumped up and punched Fisher on the temple. Fisher suddenly collapsed, and the car began to lose control!

   "Put on the brakes!" Verak reacted quickly, and immediately stepped forward and pulled Fisher back and forth who had passed out.

"where?!"

   "Underfoot!" Verac pointed to Monroe.

  Munro held the steering wheel with one hand, stepped over with one foot, and braked the car.

  Villac dragged Fisher to the back seat and said, "So suddenly?"

"What else? Let's call one, two, three?" After the car stopped, Monroe brushed his hair, took a long breath, his face did not fluctuate at all, "You should have said that you could drive, when you first left Manchester City I just killed him."

   "He's dead?" Verak looked at Fisher, who was paralyzed on the back seat, put his hand on his neck to feel it, and then took a breath.

   "I won't throw a second punch." Monroe was already sitting in the driver's seat.

   When he said this with confidence, Veraker had also confirmed Fisher's death.

   "You didn't do anything just now, because you wanted to wait for Fisher to drive the car to the black street?" Veraker asked, hiding his surprise.

   "That's right, otherwise we'll kill him halfway, and we won't be able to drive, so we can only leave the car and walk over." Monroe moved his hands and his joints creaked.

   "So after learning that I can drive, you think it's time." Veraker has seen too many deaths, but it's the first time that Monroe's sudden punch ended someone's life.

  Even though he knew that Fisher would surely die on the way, he was still shocked.

   "Yes. Come on, you will drive alone, and we will continue on our way." Monroe moved back to the passenger seat.

  Villac took a deep look at Fisher, got out of the car, and sat in the driver's seat to steer the car forward: "You show me the way."

   "Well, go straight." Monroe said.

   "You can kill him by yourself, so why cooperate with me?" Verak asked while driving.

   At first he thought that Fisher was difficult to deal with, which forced Monroe to need his help. But looking at it today, Monroe can handle it all by himself.

  Then what did he ask himself to intervene in?

"You acted with me when we were in the tavern, and now you're driving instead of Fisher. Isn't it all cooperation? I can't handle it without you." Monroe focused on Verak's driving, "Not bad Ah, you drive much more steadily than Fisher."

   "Is it over so easily?" Verac found himself unable to see through Monroe.

   "Well, I'll see what his people do when I go back after the meeting." Monroe leaned on the seat, very relaxed, "Turn right."

  Villac opened according to Monroe's instructions: "What he has been secretly planning for so long was solved by you with one punch."

   "Sometimes the handling of things is so simple, maybe the government's side is just a matter of punching, haha." Monroe boldly made a joke that he didn't take the government seriously.

"I have a question."

   "You have so many questions today."

   "You're so smart, how did it take you so late to know that Fisher was secretly setting you up and trying to take your place?" Verac now thinks that this doesn't make sense at all.

  With Monroe's mentality and means, it stands to reason that Fisher would be noticed when he started making small moves.

   "What do you think?" Monroe chuckled and looked at Verak with interest.

   "You already knew?" Verak guessed.

"Um."

   "Then you still watch him sell guns and support cronies in the gang?" Verak thought of Lecter in prison again.

  The deputy warden of Daymans Prison will secretly encourage prisoners to escape from prison, creating opportunities for them, and then when there is a riot in the prison, he will logically lead people to suppress it by force, taking the opportunity to enjoy the pleasure of killing and torture.

   Could it be that Monroe is also this kind of person?

   "I'm a very kind person, and I don't want to kill my brother who has been fighting with me for so many years until the last step." Monroe looked regretful, "So try to postpone killing him as much as possible."

  Verak only sneered in his heart.

  If Monroe really treats Fisher as a brother, if he really doesn't want to kill him, he can stop Fisher when he first started doing this and drive him out.

  He sat back and watched, allowed Fisher to grow up, and then acted like he had no choice but to kill the killer, which was really ridiculous.

   "Then Fisher has to thank you." Verak followed Monroe's hypocritical words.

   "Turn left and keep going." Monroe grinned.

  Mediocre appearance and mediocre figure seemed to be Monroe's best disguise.

  Villac felt that things were becoming more and more complicated, and he seriously underestimated Monroe.

   "Here we are." Ten minutes later, Verak drove into the sphere of influence of the Black Street, and was stopped by the Sidr people in the Black Street.

   "Let's go, second in command." Monroe finished jokingly, got out of the car first, and greeted the Stearns outside.

  (end of this chapter)