Chapter 772 Worshiping the Mountain

After making the promise, Klein explained again:

"Even if you get these things, don't go head-to-head with the gangs on the island - you can't steal their business."

Chen Yan said:

"I understand."

Chen Yan felt a little anxious in Klein's voice:

"It's not peaceful on the island these two days. You should be careful... If you are detained by armed forces, don't resist, don't say anything, just call me."

Chen Yan sensed a tense atmosphere from these words, but he did not continue to ask because he vaguely felt that Klein would not answer his inquiry.

So he just replied:

"knew."

Chen Yan continued:

"I have already contacted Li Shoucheng, and the first transaction with him will begin before the evening of the day after tomorrow."

That day, Thomas Gilbert stood on the roof of the church with several brothers and peed on the body of the Mossi leader.

George Lebster didn't understand, but nodded anyway.

"I'll send your name to your phone right now."

In a daze, the scene in front of him changed from Birmingham Street to the mechanical hive. Thomas Gilbert came back to his senses and looked at the familiar face walking not far away on the mechanical plank road, silently waiting for him to arrive.

"Talking as we walk."

Thomas Gilbert was obviously mentally prepared as he took a step forward:

Thomas Gilbert lights a second cigarette:

"Who knows, Uncle Bob, who knows."

Father Hassan took out a piece of candy from his trouser pocket and stuffed it into the parrot's mouth. The parrot excitedly caught the piece of candy and stopped talking.

"Kneel down and talk."

"Suka Bu Le! Su Ka Bu Le!"

The parrot looked at Thomas Gilbert and kept repeating this sentence.

Facing Swom's question, Chen Yan simply said:

"Let's look around."

At that time, every day was like a war, and every day there was a chance that we might not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

There are still industries that he needs to take care of in Yanan City. From bars to wineries to the smuggling business using wineries as a cover, the Razor Party's business is becoming increasingly prosperous.

Thomas Gilbert frowned as he walked around the contraceptive devices on the street, stepped on the inevitable broken beer bottles into an alley with a small garden, and was searched by several Slavs after entering a beer house.

"Unlike the Asian hornets, Hassan dad mainly relies on collecting protection fees to survive. In areas 5-9 of Area C, they even replace the role of worker bees - they handle things more efficiently and fairly than worker bees.

Recently, it has even launched a commercial arbitration business... I asked about it and found that it is quite popular."

But he persisted, and he was lucky enough.

After instructing the two to rest normally, Chen Yan called Swarm and headed to the mechanical hive again.

Bob spat thick phlegm on the mechanical plank road, and accidentally spit it on someone's leg. The person glared at him, but was quickly frightened by Bob's fierceness and shut his mouth.

He stretched out his right hand, touched the blade hidden in the brim of the octagonal hat, looked at the mechanical hive, and puffed out a puff of smoke.

"The man's name is Yuri Andreevich, and everyone outside calls him Father Hassan. He controls the 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, and 9th areas of Area C...different from the Tie Gang, Father Hassan

The mastery of these five areas is particularly deep.”

If Chen Yan were present, he would definitely feel that this person is very similar to the Ma Zai who handed him the electronic waste at the pier, except that he is much older and has white hair on his temples, but his eyes are much sharper than the Ma Zai before.

Even though he is slightly hunched over, he does not look old at all.

Bob followed him and said in a lower voice beside him:

And loyalty can come from many places - they may ask you to submit a vote to them, which will be a difficult choice, but I hope you can do it."

Bob's footsteps paused here.

"It's more fierce than Asian horns."

Thomas Gilbert paused, but still walked forward.

A moment later, when two electronic certificates with the names of George Lebster and Jack Baldo and three certificates related to the qualifications to open a store were sent to Chen Yan's mobile phone, Chen Yan did not feel anything related to excitement.

Feel.

Under the unique road design of the Mechanical Hive, they quickly arrived at the fifth area of ​​Area C.

"No need to worry." Chen Yan patted his shoulder, "We just need to prove that we have two maintenance technicians. You don't need to show up."

The old strong man did not turn his head to look at Thomas Gilbert, he just smiled.

"Where are we going today?"

"Such a person will not live long. His life span will be the same as his background."

Thomas Gilbert threw the cigarette butt outside the mechanical plank road. The cigarette butt quickly fell into the vortex under the mechanical hive and disappeared.

"Tommy, why did we choose him?"

On the other hand - Klein's easy promise made Chen Yan completely unable to feel the difficulties expressed by Thomas Gilbert. This shows that Klein has high authority within the logistics center, and an airborne official controls such a large amount of information.

authority, and walking on thin ice due to various other restrictions. This situation reminded Chen Yan of some events in the history of his hometown. What's worse, those events usually ended tragically.

After learning about the situation on Dais Island, he still made the plan to hand over the property in Yanan City to a few brothers to take care of it, because he realized that there were greater opportunities outside - opportunities generally come from walking on the streets.

The most cutting-edge industry in the entire society, this was a lesson taught to him over twenty years by the steam engine and the industrial age.

The other person only wore a white vest, so his beer belly was obvious and ugly - he looked exactly like an ordinary Slavic old man.

Bob didn't speak anymore. No one could understand Thomas Gilbert's mind, and they didn't know what his future plans would be. Even in the face of an old man like Bob who had worked for the entire family for most of his life, he could only

Gain his respect, but fail to gain his complete trust.

"This sentence means [Welcome]."

Thomas Gilbert rarely did such things because few people could command his respect.

Thomas Gilbert had never come into contact with the gang formed by the Sukka Britons before. Based on Bob's description, he followed his guess and said:

The parrot began to scream again in that high-pitched tone that Thomas Gilbert found intolerable:

Chen Yan simply replied:

"knew."

…

Klein's voice softened a little, but that was not because his mood had gotten better, but simply because of fatigue:

Thomas Gilbert made his own judgment.

Many years later, Thomas Gilbert did not have the ability to kill all the Mossi people on Birmingham Street. All he could do was use the insurance business to introduce another big gang to Birmingham Street, and that gang started a war with the Mossi people.

After more than ten years of open and covert fighting, the leader of the Mossi people was hanged on the eaves of the Birmingham Street Church.

He had no intention of coming to Days Island in person.

"Tommy."

He held on to the handrail leading to the Honeycomb Machinery Plank Road, as if he had gone back to the time when he first sold low-quality tobacco in Yanan City. At that time, his father used money to go out to drink and gamble every day, and his brothers worked in the factory with their mother and were underage.

He believed that working in the factory would only bury his life early, so he went to the streets and made deals with the most dangerous gang members, risking being robbed at any time and being infected with syphilis, and sold the low-quality tobacco he grew to

For sale to any passerby on the side of the street.

These people are on duty and are the only people on the street who are awake at this time.

Chen Yan replied:

Thomas Gilbert glanced at him.

Bob was obviously panicked, but he restrained himself:

"That man is dangerous, Tommy. Do you want to reconsider?"

"They're all the same thing."

After his mother passed away due to the curse brought by the family bloodline, he kicked his father out of the house and raised the flag with several brothers. They called themselves the Razor Party, wearing beautiful clothes to distinguish them from ordinary gangs, and the blades were

Hiding under the brim of their hats to show their ferocity, they began to get involved in the casino business, turning the second floor of the bar they built into a corner building, kidnapping businessmen's children in exchange for high ransoms... They did all kinds of evil.

Thomas Gilbert held out a cigarette, Bob took it, and Thomas lit it for him.

"Things went surprisingly well...the other party asked you by name."

Bob asked again cautiously:

His tone was kind.
To be continued...