Chapter 347 First Movement Poems of Awakening (24): Gunfight
Are you a fun person or a smart person?
Fan Ning, who had just woken up from the blue star dream, was now complaining in his heart, and his murderous intention continued to arise and then dissipate.
This person knows the information that should be obtained and the tricks of the trade better than anyone else, but he is very stupid on the most core issues.
It wasn't until half a minute passed that the eager invisible force slowly subsided. Fan Ning once again stood on tiptoe and pulled a handful of red bananas, followed behind, and walked in the direction of the caravan.
At this moment, he considered two aspects: first, what happened has already happened, and this person "killed it first and reported it later", and he told the whole story rather boldly and divided himself a sum of money; second, since the Special Inspection Department had such a problem,
With just one move, sooner or later you will be recommended by people around you who have a "discerning eye for talent". Unless you completely stop engaging in music activities and give up promotion to a profound person, this is impossible for artists or knowledgeable people.
Regardless of whether his hands and feet were done cleanly, as long as Masenegu, the "external mediator" and recommender, disappears, what will happen next can be predicted: except for focusing the attention on himself, there will be no
benefit.
Instead, it would be better to keep an eye on this guy. At least one of his "advantages" is that every once in a while he boasts that "he is from a well-known family, has extensive connections, and is well-informed." If I didn't do this today, I still don't know when I would learn this.
matter.
So the conversation ended, and the only change was that Fan Ning had an extra 200 pounds of gold coins in his pocket.
The hired man and the coachman had already removed the umbrellas and folded the canopy. He got back into his spacious carriage. Luna quickly held up the umbrella and prepared to get off:
"Mr. Scheler, I'll change the car. You can rest first. Good afternoon."
"I'll just take a nap for a while, you can do it yourself."
"Oh." The little girl put the umbrella away again, but still moved it farther away.
She yawned, spread out her mat, curled up her legs and lay down on the sofa.
Fan Ning closed his eyes and leaned inside, and began to think about the other key words revealed by Marseille Negu - the meaning of "external transfer officer" and "liaison office".
The threat of the spread of abnormal areas is not limited to the Northern Continent. The members of the discussion group include all official organizations in the world, and the Special Inspection Office is the team leader. Massenego’s words reflect from the side that the Special Inspection Office is in major cities in overseas countries.
A large number of "liaison offices" were deployed.
Since it is a liaison office, there will definitely be a person in charge stationed there. In other words, there are investigators from the Special Inspection Office in the Southern Continent and even in Tia City.
But they definitely don't have enough manpower.
There are not enough official insiders with clean origins and low contamination risks, and there are not even enough investigators from Tioleon.
Let's make a reasonable guess: Due to the objective problems of geography and manpower, the Liaison Office has more civilians and extraordinary forces. The Special Patrol Office will absorb some knowledgeable people with reliable backgrounds and non-clergy in the local area, through entrusted rewards + loose management.
To carry out benign cooperation, this is the optimal solution under limited conditions.
That’s why we have “external mediators” or “authentic guides” like Marseille Negou.
After sorting out the joints, Fan Ning realized more clearly that although this place did not have as strong a mysterious side control as Tioline, the sights and traces of activities in the Special Inspection Hall were far more than he had thought before!
After traveling for several more hours, Fan Ning pondered the details of the follow-up response in his mind, when suddenly there were several "bang bang" gunshots, and then the carriage stopped.
There was a commotion outside, and Luna woke up and sat up.
"What's going on?" Fan Ning, who had closed his eyes to relax, opened his eyes, sat down and asked calmly.
"They must have encountered gangs that were roaming around and plundering. Our wilderness and rainforests are mostly deserted. It is difficult for the police and the army to take care of everything, so caravans are often followed and intercepted by gangs when they go outside..."
The little girl's face was obviously still a little scared, but she said comfortingly: "Mr. Scheler, don't worry, we also have guns. The guards are well-paid and well-trained, and the 'guide' Mr. Masenegu
His specialty is settling this kind of thing..."
"Brother Wedge-tailed Eagle, are you still working on such a hot day?" As soon as Luna finished speaking, Masai Negu's voice came from outside.
"Hey, Mr. Knight Commander of the 'Golden Suan Ni' personally escorted him, how much did he charge?" A man's voice sounded angry.
After hearing this, she quietly opened a window along the direction and secretly looked at the situation outside. Fan Ning also looked outside.
Masai Negu stood there, interacting with two burly men with dark skin opposite him.
Moreover, Fan Ning's spiritual sense could accurately sense that there were 14 revolvers or short-barreled shotguns aimed at the knight in the distance. There were more people holding crossbows and weapons hiding in the grass. There were also 8 people in his caravan.
Aim the firearm at the two people at each other.
The two sides were confronting each other. Marseille was acting very calm and capable at the moment. Fan Ning could hear that they seemed to be calling each other's house numbers, and then they were talking about a ratio, first 5%, then 2%, and finally settled on 3%.
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"You guys, please come down and unload the goods so that your friends can see what's new." Masai Negu waved his hand.
After being confirmed by Chretien in the carriage, the hired drivers did as they were told. One of the gang members called a few tall and thin men, who first looked through the goods, then pointed at the goods with their fingers and began to count in their mouths.
Fan Ning could probably see that the supplies for this "Flower Ceremony" celebration included precious spices, dried flowers, jam and tea bricks.
During the gun confrontation, they had another round of talk, this time seeming to be estimating the value of the goods. After several disputes, they settled on the figure of 15,000 pounds.
So Troya asked someone to count 450 pounds of gold coins and throw them over. The gunmen on both sides began to back away from each other. After a while, the gang team withdrew without any actual conflict.
The caravans took their places and the carriages began to move again.
"If more railways could be built, this situation would probably be much less common." Luna breathed a sigh of relief, and closed the curtains. In just a short while, her face and arms were as wet as a sheet of water.
Soaked fragile rice paper.
Fan Ning didn't express too much. This small episode was not even a splash in his past experience. He closed his eyes again to rest and regain his inspiration.
He knew the geographical situation of the continent to the south, which would make it difficult for the industrially developed Tiolean to build a railway. It is a vast and sparsely populated area with many rainforests and islands. The only railway was built from the 1980s to 4 years ago.
It was only opened to traffic.
A single direction and route cannot meet the needs of trade and passenger transportation at all. The authorities have several other railways under construction, but they are far from completion. Most caravans still have to use the current method to transport goods.
This time the journey lasted longer, and at about five or six o'clock in the afternoon, there were a few more "bang bang" shots outside, and the caravan stopped again.
"What the hell? Are the gangs in the Southern Continent so rampant?" Fan Ning, who had already had a good rest at this time, opened the door curtain himself with a trace of curiosity.
A similar confrontation.
The other side sent a dwarf to negotiate, but surprisingly, Masenego had the opposite attitude this time and didn't say a word nonsense.
He directly took out his revolver and shot it into the opponent's head!
"Bang!——" Blood flowers bloomed, and the dwarf just opened his mouth and fell down on his back.
"Fuck, you son of a bitch!" came the yelling from the crowd behind. Several people raised their pistols and pulled the triggers, and more people rushed forward with machetes.
"The guy who is looking for death." Masenegu sneered, moved a little, raised his short-barreled shotgun and fired three times. A few blood splashes splashed in the grass, and the guards also drew their guns and looked for cover.
"Watch out for bullets!"
"Destroy these idiots who want money rather than their lives!"
"Bang!—Bang bang bang!!!—" "Ah!!!"
"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Get down in the carriage!"
"Fuck, it's a bomb!"
Suddenly there was a loud sound of gunshots mixed with shouts and wails outside. Luna was so frightened that she fell on the carpet. She was about to remind Fan Ning loudly, but Fan Ning stood up and pulled her up: