Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 235 The alliance of outsiders

   "Boom!"

   Derek staggered into Minke's Tavern, interrupting the drinking of many big and three rough men inside.

   "Who is the boss of the Sea Rat Gang?" Verak walked into it unhurriedly holding a gun.

   "What's the matter?" After seeing the gun in Veraker's hand, dozens of people in the tavern all sobered up and stood up. One of the tall and thin men glanced at Derek who was standing aside tremblingly, and asked Verak calmly.

  Verak looked in the direction of the voice, and the man with prominent cheekbones, mustache, and vest said: "I want to join the Sea Rat Gang."

  The man didn't panic in the face of the gun-wielding Veraker, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his wine glass: "Then what does this mean?"

   "I heard that joining the Sea Rat Gang requires some greetings. This is what I prepared." Verak took out two empty guns and pushed Derek forward, "I met him when I first came to Manchester..."

"Is that so?" After listening to Veraker's story, the man took a sip of his wine and asked with a smile, "If you follow him, you can earn 10,000 liters a day, but if you work with us, you can only survive... such an obvious one Choose, what do you want to join us?"

"No one is a fool. If it's really easy to do, it's not my turn." Verak snorted coldly, "Even if it's 20,000 or 200,000 luns, lifeless flowers are still no match for ordinary alive."

  The man softly repeated the last half of Veraker's words: "Live normally... Heh, you didn't know the situation when you first came to Dunman. It was very difficult for outsiders to stay in Dunman before, but now it's even more like walking on thin ice."

   "What about the new conscription law?" Verak mentioned the bill that caused an uproar recently.

   "That's just a signal, and the matter won't end here." The man stretched out his hand to signal Verak to sit down, "As long as they need to completely eradicate us, even if we don't do anything, we still can't escape."

  Verak passed the trembling Derek, and sat down opposite the man.

He didn't make too much planning in advance, and didn't make any preparations for the conversation at this time, because he has experienced enough, the worst thing to do now is to act and play by ear, and when he comes, he will face a group of vicious strong men Watched, and acted with ease: "Are you the boss of the Sea Rat Gang?"

   "I'm not, that one is." The man turned his head.

  Verak looked and found that there was a very inconspicuous man on the other side surrounded by crowds: "Hi, my name is Moster Verak, and I want to join the Sea Rat Gang."

  The man with an ordinary appearance and body shape, with almost no features to pick out, looked slightly drunk, but raised his mouth and raised his glass to Verak.

   "His name is Monroe, and he doesn't like to talk very much." The man who had previously interviewed Verak poured him a glass of wine. "My name is Fisher, and I basically take care of the affairs of the gang."

   "Thank you." Verak took the wine glass, and at a distance of a few meters, he had a drink with the old Monroe of the Sea Rat Gang.

  The two of them drank the wine in one gulp, and Verac was considered to have joined the Sea Rat Gang.

   It’s just that Monroe didn’t seem too interested in Verak. After drinking a drink with Verak, he lowered his head and focused on playing cards with the people at the same table drunk.

   "How does that person solve it?" Verak raised the topic.

   Fisher nodded, and immediately two people got up and dragged Derek out: "I will arrange for someone to find out this gun trafficking organization."

   "Okay." Verak nodded.

   "Thanks to you, otherwise the entire Manchester City would have been killed by them." Fisher thanked Veraker, "Come, have a drink."

  Villac waved his hand, took a step ahead of Fisher, and filled two glasses of wine: "It's nothing, just happened to happen."

   "Why do you want to come to Dunman?" After a glass of wine, Fisher inquired about Verak's details.

"I'm from Tswold City, Joseph County, and I've been doing a photo business there. Some time ago, I accidentally killed the prosecutor's son because of some disputes. I was afraid of being retaliated, so I fled all the way. You can speak a little Dunman after dealing with them, so why not come to Dunman to start a new life." Veraker pulled a false background without blushing.

   "Do you speak Dunman?" Fisher had deep eye sockets, was thin, and had protruding cheekbones, giving him the feeling of a skull head oncoming.

  Villac didn’t make a cover, and talked to Fisher in Dunman openly: “I know a little bit.”

   "Not bad." Fisher smiled and swung his wine glass, wondering what he was thinking.

   "Am I joining the Sea Rat Gang?"

   "Of course." Fisher said.

   "So what do I need to do?" Verak asked.

   Fisher pondered: "There is nothing to do for the time being. Since you know that the Dunman government has promulgated a new conscription law, you should know that we should keep a low profile now."

   "You just mentioned that this is only a signal for the Dunman government to attack outsiders. Is it possible that there will be other actions in the future?" Verak looked directly at Fisher.

   "Hmm..." Fisher patted his forehead with one hand, as if he was smiling wryly and impatiently, "You asked me such a troublesome question as soon as I came up..."

"Feel sorry."

Fisher shook his head: "It's nothing, the facts are in front of us. The reason I say this is because the government's desire to solve us has never changed. Once the Civil War ended, they happened to be free, and they took other miscellaneous things with them." purpose, the introduction of the new conscription law begins to weaken our strength first."

   "The government has targeted us so much, this place hasn't been around for long." Veraker filled Fisher with wine.

"But it's easy for a few people to leave, and the whole of Manchester City can't just leave." Fisher said with a smile, "Do you regret arresting the gun dealer? If you do it with him, you might be able to save money soon." The next money to go and live somewhere else.”

"There's nothing to regret about it." Veraker and Fisher clinked glasses, snorting heavily, expressing their contempt for Derek and the gun trafficking organization, "Let's not talk about whether I can sell the gun alive, even if I sell it It doesn’t make any difference to me whether there are tens of thousands of gallons or not.”

   Fisher laughed.

  Verak couldn't tell what Fisher was laughing at, so he quietly watched him laugh.

   "Not bad." Fisher commented.

  Verak looked at the dazed and dispirited Sea Rat Gang boss Monroe: "Then why should we wait for the Dunman government to take action?"

   “We are certainly not sitting still.”

   "Why doesn't Monroe seem worried at all?" Veraker was very curious about the mediocre Monroe.

   "He's waiting." Fisher said.

   "Waiting for what?"

   Fisher also looked at Monroe, who was so drunk that he could hardly keep his eyes open: "Wait for the Menglege people and the Sder people to come to us and discuss how to fight against the government."

   Tomorrow, the v group will have another event. If you haven’t joined the group, remember to join. You can read the introduction for the group number~

  (end of this chapter)