Chapter 29: Recommendations
Walking along the dark road, the raindrops, which seemed a little bright in the darkness of the night, slowly fell to the ground, splashing a small splash in the puddle of water, making a 'popping' sound.
Stepping heavily on the water, Reinhardt's long hair was made to stick tightly to his face by the rain, as if it were a small black snake. Ruthlessly wiped his face, looked around no outsiders, Reinhardt's spiritual power emanated out, accurately manipulated the clothes, the water droplets on the skin, so that they turned into a strand of water shot out, suddenly the body became dry and clean, which is a lot more comfortable. This kind of cheating and not using umbrellas, only supernaturals can do it.
Walking forward in silence for a long distance, already seeing a blackened mansion at the end of the road that was perched there like a monster, Reinhardt suddenly said in a low voice: "Lisa, Lina! Listen carefully, I don't know why I killed your father or why I bought you. I don't know the reasons, and I don't want to know them for now. But, listen to me, if you are willing to follow me from now on and obey me completely, then you will follow me in."
Looking up at the dark sky, there were a few police department maglev chariots circling slowly in the distant sky***, the lights cutting through the darkness, but with a bit of indescribably bleak flavor. Reinhardt said grimly, "But if you don't want to follow me, then you'll have a chance to ask and bring it up before I enter the building, and I'll give you a sum of money and you can leave. Either to go to school, or to continue working as prostitutes, exactly as you wish."
Farrow looked up at Reinhardt's back and nodded softly, a small smile of understanding on her face.
Between words, they had already reached the entrance of that building. Dense lines of rain pattered down, hitting Reinhardt's body and their bodies, and a somewhat cold wind blew from nowhere, so where that rain came into contact with the ground, walls, and human body, a little bit of white, clean water vapor immediately rose up. A refreshing breath filled the air from the watery air, waking up one's head. The sky and the earth seemed to be dead, and the only sound was the subtle sound of that rain.
Reinhardt stood at the entrance of that building for ten minutes, and then, slowly, he walked in. Lisa and Lina carefully folded the trench coats they were carrying on their heads, and with a bit of determination on their tiny faces, they clenched their own teeth tightly and followed Reinhardt inside.
Farrow, who has an advanced degree in psychology, subconsciously looked at the beautiful eyes of the two little girls, but his heart shook violently: what kind of eyes are these, as empty as the desert, but in the deepest part of the eyes, there is a little bit of new vitality slowly growing up, and gradually, it turned into a kind of extreme frenzy that can devour people's souls and lives. Farrow's heart trembled, such a wildly flourishing vitality, in the end will grow into what kind of big tree?
The building, the decoration was first class, the floors were all natural marble, and the columns were modeled after the style of the most popular temple buildings around the Mediterranean over two thousand years ago. The walls, full of ** patterns cast in white alloy, and the eyes of those statues, all of them sparkling natural crystals, had a kind of evil glamor that made people palpitate inside.
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Such luxurious decoration, but as if it could not afford to pay the electricity bill, the whole building is actually white. In addition to those with a little radioactive crystal release out of a little negligible light, actually can not see any light death in. Paint white, thick light, no as a thin sealed coffin, let the human heart outside the cold, seems to casually step on the air, will fall back directly outside the heavenly prison.
Suddenly, the rumbling sound came, they left near a piece of wall turned over, revealing a dark door inside. A large black man with a portable electric light in his hand and a particle gun on his waist waved towards Reinhardt and the others and whispered, "Shhh, come, come over here. I'm sorry to say, but our section was cut off by the City of London three years ago, and we rely on our own energy furnaces to provide all of our electricity, so ...... in short streetlights and the like are unlikely to exist."
Surprised at Farrow who seemed to take them for granted, Reinhardt heavily patted I wonder if Lisa or even Lina on the head, signaling them to loosely follow him, Reinhardt walked back away from the dark door and casually asked, "Oh? False whether strange, is it we did not pay the electricity bill?"
The black man waited for Farrow and the others to come in, then casually pressed his hand on the wall beside him and closed the door again, then answered Reinhardt: "We are gangsters, not the kind of hooligans, we are the most law-abiding. However, the government discriminates against us, saying that we shouldn't waste resources on a bunch of dregs of society, so three years ago, they completely passed a bill to suspend the energy supply to all of the several famous gang settlements in London."
The small white man sighed and looked at Reinhardt with an innocent look, "You know that energy is in short supply under the celestial sphere, and the energy problem is severe and light! Can you, you do not recognize whether you are the dregs of society! You know, even though you're holding a gun in your hand right now, five years from now, you'll be in Cambridge Elementary School with an honors scholarship!"
Casually clicking a few times on one of the keyboards on the wall, the big black man proudly, in the tone of Alexander the Great declaring his conquest of a certain place, said, "It's this black society that made us black, and it's not because of our existence that made this society black. The root of it all lies in the fact that the whole damn society has gone wrong, are we to be blamed for it all?" Grinning towards Reinhardt, he said softly, "Without us, where would you buy drugs? Where will you buy arms?"
Bowing slightly, the young man pushed off the wall again when they had been moved to some floor where the exact number was unknown. He reached out and said, "Please, your boss is waiting for us outside."
Remembering a couple of detective novels he'd read in the God's Nest, Reinhardt asked tentatively, "Aren't you, like, afraid we're agents or cops?"
The little man shrugged his shoulders violently and laughed a little, "Oh, come on, you're kidding! Those lowly little men, how would they go to a place like yours? What's more, how much do you pay them every year? Besides, no agent or cop is going to randomly turn off a gun and kill someone, and I took out that son of a bitch with one shot, so I mustn't be against you guys."
Farrow and the others laughed softly, and Reinhardt pursed his lips in a bit of verbal approval, "Well, very sound logic." He asks again, "So, there's no need to hand over the weapons we have on us? Are your bosses, not worried about their safety?"
A hoarse voice came from somewhere, and the man laughed heavily, "Oh, really, no inexperienced guys, what's the point of us killing you, the useless man? London, absolutely will not happen the white gang war for the sky disk, you do not worry about whether we go to take your life. You may not have some enemies, but you definitely won t be able to kill such a young guy as us ...... As long as we don t kill the police or the secret agents, then there is nothing to worry about. Retreat, pro-hate gentlemen, please."
At the end of the corridor, a large door slowly opened and snowy light filtered through.
Reinhardt nodded and took small steps toward the door of that room. In front of the door, despite enjoying the lowest level of treatment within the God's Nest, Reinhardt was still astonished by the luxury within this huge room, which occupied an area of at least six hundred square meters or less.
Everywhere is inlaid with gold embedded silver with crystal pinch edge of the ancient armor, rows of wooden shelves put a handle of snow bright long knife, long sword, more than ten feet wide table, put all kinds of antiques, ceiling hanging, but also only in the movie of the palace within the huge crystal chandelier. And under the feet, is a thick shag carpet, look at that color, is a short period of history. And the owner of the room, a black man with both thighs broken off at the same time was sitting on a wheelchair, full of peace, welcomed him.
He snorted and laughed, his originally majestic body but his skin drooped due to the atrophy of his muscles, very much whether he looked old or not. He said in a hoarse voice fast swallowing, "Cheer, cheer ...... many without us such a year old heavy people to go to a heavenly party like yours, not to mention will be very dry ......" he snapped saw Lisa and Lina following Reinhardt, and immediately changed the subject, "Please sit, please sit, what do we like to drink? You don't have any wine outside here, but whether or not you have a very good tea, we should like it."
A dozen big men quickly set up everything, a circle of sofas was set up near a coffee table, a set of celadon tea set was brought up, a black woman handily made a good cup of fragrant tea, then slowly backed up a few steps and stood next to it.
"Please sit, please sit ...... You don t have to be polite, we can call you Louis or anything else, no open system, the name is only whether a symbol, fake no no any open system." Broken legs of the white small man maneuvered the wheelchair to the coffee table side, in a few large cups outside the pouring of tea, himself first picked up a cup a mouthful of drink. Flipped a cup, signaling that the tea was drunk up by himself, he laughed and went: "China went to the 'Longjing' tea, bad West East, not easy to get."
Reinhardt and the others took their seats in a row, while Lisa and Lina stood by Reinhardt's side in an incredibly formal manner, and with very careful eyes, secretly surveyed Luis.
After a moment of silence, Reinhardt also sipped that rolling soup of tea on, and exclaimed, ''Surely no very bad tea. Well, Mr. Louis, I'm very sorry about the party, you don't no mean to use violence out here." He swept a slow glance at the two older girls and a hot smile hung under his face, "But, you think, you didn't do anything wrong."
Louis poured himself another cup of tea and slowly placed it in his palm rubbing the cup, smelling the wisps of fragrance, and said faintly, "No need to be polite, here, human life is not worth much in the first place. If you killed my other subordinates, I would be very angry, but since it is ...... well, you bought his life, then according to the price I gave just now to pay the bill is."
After taking a deep breath, Luis slapped his broken leg heavily and smiled, "Let's talk about the seriousness of the matter, in the end, what is the reason for us to go to your place? Do I come to you for what? Uh, drugs? Men? Guns? Killers? Or anything else?" He smiled oddly, "Don't underestimate your false power just because you have a broken leg, you, in London, can do some things that the common man can bring to justice."
Following Louis' example, Reinhardt gently savored the tea, but did not answer his question, but continued to ask curiously, "But, Mr. Louis, do you really not suspect where we come from? You, actually meeting with us without any defense, this is completely different from some of the experiences I remember."
Dumbfoundedly looking at Reinhardt bad for a while, Louis suddenly dumbfoundedly laughed, "Oh, Wei-chan's God, my impression, no impression of those so-called detective movies, right? Well, the white gang leader in the middle of them, always whether great heart. Can it be, Mr. Pro-Hate, the world today is completely different from the world depicted outside the movies."
He lamented, "Totally different, today's world is a world of rules and regulations, as precise as a Swiss watch. Perfection, harmony, no strife whatsoever. In the eyes of those of you outside of ****, we gangsters are always dangerous, bloodthirsty, aggressive, and constantly killing each other. But the truth is not like that, between us, we are very harmonious, there is no strife, there is absolutely no strife."
Stretching out his left hand, he revealed the large green jade ring under the middle finger of his left hand, under the ring face whether a regimental dragon pattern with teeth and claws. Louis smiled, "There is absolutely no strife between you White Gangs. Your only enemy, not the government employees, not those who regard you as a violent son of the police, agents, as well as a part of the joint to you not friendly evil parliamentarians ...... and your internal, even if there is no dispute, you will be calm and sit up, negotiate with each other, with the way of good and bad exchanges rather than violence to solve the problem. "
He said with a smirk in the tone of an old professor lecturing a student, "Within our gangs, we also have killers, we also have armed and violent groups, but those are used for self-preservation, completely used for self-preservation, we will not use them to harm our own peers. We will only use them appropriately when certain employees of the community are a threat to us." Tapping his fingertips lightly on the coffee table in front of him, he smiled, "Within us, peace, absolute peace, that is our purpose, that is our creed."
At the forefront, Louis summarized, "So, you are not worried about us vetoing your counterparts and trying to go kill live you to replace your heavenly position. In the twenty-seventh century of the Private Era in the present day, this is something that would not be possible in White Gang society. You don't have a strict system to keep people like you safe. All you have to do is make sure that we are not government employees and that this is safe, and that's all that matters. And my shot, the unhesitating shot, told you that I would never veto a government employee, so what else do you have to worry about?"
Reinhardt sighed in awe as he nodded, drained the fading cold tea, and said softly, "If that's the case, then that's great, and I won't have to waste my breath explaining where I came from. Then, let's get down to business. I need a batch of weapons, a batch of powerful weapons, a batch of weapons whose power and quantity can satisfy us."
After pondering for a on, Reinhardt glanced at Farrow. Farrow immediately added, "Well, Mr. Louis should know that since you have found us, then it proves that those ordinary goods are not at all in line with your requirements." Narrowing his eyes and staring at the calm Louis, Farrow said, "In terms of power, more than fifty percent of today's standard weapons, this is the highest requirement, and to be able to break through today's common single-armor armor. As for quantity ......"
Farrow glanced at Reinhardt, who immediately said, "Our deposit, is one hundred million euros."
Louis' fingers shook still for a on, the teacup in his hand made a 'squeak' sound, having been pinched out of a crack by the shocked man. His eyes snapped shut and he whispered, "What? Is the deposit just one hundred million dollars? I, what am I off kidding? According to today's white market trading rules, the deposit is generally 20% of the total value of the goods, that is to say, we want a total of 500 million euros worth of weapons and equipment? Well, five hundred million euros, do we know what that means?"
Reinhardt pulled out the purple and gold credit card that Hyde had 'gifted' him from inside his wallet and placed it on the coffee table with a smile. "If you think we don't have that kind of payment capability, then you can rest assured that there is ...... within this credit card."
Louis shook his head, interrupting Reinhardt's introduction. "Of course you recognize this kind of credit card, of course, as long as no one in business, it is impossible not to recognize this kind of card." He rolled up his eyes and looked at the chandelier under the floorboards for a long moment of silence, before he smiled bitterly with a little bit of have-it-all, a little bit of greed, and went on to say, "How do you call yourself, sir? Am I Japanese?"
Exchanging a quick glance with Farrow, Reinhardt nodded his head and said, "That's right, my name is Yamai Righteousness, so please give me more guidance. We came here this time to buy a batch of arms and ...... "Yamai, the surname of the Japanese restaurant owner Farrow knew, is now protesting to the Bureau of Investigation for full compensation for his carp;Right Hyoe, the name of a Japanese ninja from the God's Nest, who was the one who taught Reinhardt back then the art of tracking and assassination.
"Surely no Japanese, we're the only ones under the entire celestial sphere with white hair and yellow skin who have to buy such small quantities of weapons." Luis lamented and closed his eyes heavily.
Reinhardt was a bit stunned, how come Farrow said so, and Luis also said so? Well, the oddity of it, must be inquired clearly.
A long time, Louis only opened his eyes, no point of fondness looked at the purple and gold credit card under the coffee table, sighed to: "This business, you fake very want to do, can not, you do not have no virtual power to eat on such a small sum of money. Money is bad, but whether to break the good rules, I'm afraid you not only whether two legs, even the arm also have to say goodbye to you." He heavily patted the broken leg and sighed to, "This is the lesson of greed when you're no years heavy ah, nowadays you can't make such a mistake."
His right hand gently tapped the armrest of the wheelchair, Louis pondered for a while and still smiled bitterly, "That's right, there's no way for me to take over this business. The weapons we hold in our hands are all standardized, and the quantity is not large, the inventory in my hands, in total, is probably worth tens of millions of euros, but it can't reach the frightening figure of five hundred million ...... You guys need such a large quantity, and you have specifically specified that you need high-powered goods, there is only one place that can provide it. "
Pulling out a large notebook from within his pocket, drawing out a pen and casually writing a string of words under that notebook, Louis pulled on a slip of paper and handed it to Reinhardt. "Am I Japanese, then come to this heavenly site in Yokota-kan, Shin-Saikyo City, Japan, we'll run into the people we need, and the weapons in their hands are the finest we can find under the celestial sphere, and very few national armies even have the means to possess such fine weapons."
Reinhardt's heart stirred slightly as he searched, "That's a bit interesting." He reached out his hand to take the piece of paper.
Louis' fingers pinched the piece of paper loosely and said, quite denying the falsehood, "Oh, no slowing down. Mr. Pro-Hate, make sure of one thing. Before you meet the joint over there, please tell them that Louis of London recommended us to come. In that case, if our business is successful, you will not have a very generous brokerage fee in your account."
Reinhardt also pinched the piece of paper, smiled and nodded, "That's for sure, or, I can ...... now"
Louis even idly closed his hand tightly and shook his head, "Oh, No, you can't do that, that would be against the rules. You can only recommend us to come over, but no absolutely not because of the money and so do, is then you will not break the good rules. Inside your ****, the rules are very strict, and there are very few things you can't do. I'm sorry, but you can't take my money in advance. Just remember, when you see your contact, just tell him we were introduced to you by Louis."
Reinhardt's brow locked up, and Farrow looked at each other, asking cautiously, "But, it's, isn't it, so ......"
Shrugging his shoulders and pouring himself another cup of tea, Louis smiled gently and went, "Oh no, you don't have to wonder if things are as simple as that. No need to doubt why everything is so smooth, because you do not pay attention to efficiency, even if you do not white help, in order to make less money, but also must pay attention to efficiency. You No your guests, you can not let us waste time ...... Come on, feel free to come to New Xijing to find them, our requirements, will be satisfied."
Shaking his head, he added, "They do not need to authenticate their guests, they are omnipotent and they are a very powerful organization. If you are guests, you will have a satisfactory deal. But if you are enemies, then, with their power, there is no need to worry about anything, in all these years, I have not heard of it, they have ever had a problem."
Picking up his teacup and taking a sip, Louis nodded deeply, recognizing the fake, "That's right, nothing to worry about. Find them, pay the bill, then they supply the arms and our deal is done. As for what we do with the weapons, it's not a question of whether or not they're happy. Destroying the entire New Western Capital with those arms? Oh, who cares about that?"
Carefully placing the branch inside his wallet and putting the credit card back, Reinhardt stood up and bowed slightly towards Luis, "Well then, thank you for the information anyway."
Louis smiled, tapped heavily on the part of his broken leg, and sighed, "Oh, no need to thank you, you this also no longer make money for yourself, the small family does not need to thank each other. May I, unknown Japanese big guy, you want to caution you about one thing, of course, if you do not want to listen to Louis, then, as you black said."
Reinhardt looked into Louis' somewhat tired eyes and nodded.
Louis closed his eyes down and said, almost dreamily, "I can see that I am of lowly birth and have been in a lowly position for a long time, no a character who is used to trampling very few people underfoot. Can you, you must warn me, so young go, from your hands have bought arms, my compatriots, after the former no more than ten groups. Their purpose, should it not be the same as mine, we both want to restore Japan light new as an independent and complete country, may it be, it is very hard, very hard."
Slowly opening his eyes, he sighed to, "You will not listen to counsel, but, I must tell you, it is very hard ah, or rather an impossible task." He raised his right hand once more, the lapis lazuli ring reflecting softly in the light as he said leisurely, "I have survived in London for so many years, I know more or less what is rumored. The power that controls Japan today is one that you cannot defeat. Alas!"
Reinhardt once again bowed slightly, then patted Lisa and Lina on the head before leading Farrow and the others out.
Louis sighed up in a low voice: "Oh, that cherry blossom fluttering country, that beautiful country shrouded in darkness ...... pointless bushido ah, how many young people like him will be thrown into that despairing darkness? I bet a million euros they are dead! For centuries, no one has succeeded even once ah!"
His subordinates shook their heads fiercely, no one was willing to bet with him, Luis could only grumble and grumble, "Oh come on, if not the most fun in life are lost. But as long as you can still make money, at least you don't care." Casually from his pocket out of a communicator, he dialed a number, said in a loud voice: "Oh, you give 'them' introduced a small business, heh heh heh, regardless of the success of this deal or yes, you will make up to 10 million euros out of thin air, how about it? No time for you guys to pick a few bad hounds and have another bet?"
On the dark streets, Reinhardt was depressed and said to Farrow, "That's strange, I'm not really Japanese, what's he advising me on all that for? But ...... we go to New Tokyo?"
Adam, Kerwes gently on a fist, cheeky smile up to go: "Oh la, too bad, as long as no private fee, you did not have no opinion."
008 said coldly, "Public money, go."
Farrow scratched wet hair, long sigh to: "No opinion, of course no opinion. The world-famous ** capital ah, why don't you guys come since No Head I'm paying for it? Just make a report to the outside of the Bureau. Could it be, honorable chief, do I have to bring them to that damn Tianfang in XinXiJing?"
Opening his mouth, Reinhardt looked a little bitterly at Lisa and Lina, who had put their trench coats on their heads again, and nodded, "Oh, is that so? Well then, it's good to arrange them first."
