Chapter 171 For the Blood Bottle Gang

Chapter 668: For the Blood Bottle Gang

In the midst of the crusade, Fogg took a heavy drag on his cigarette, while Nekra, as a guest, smiled even more happily.

"Come on, Emerald City controls lethal weapons," good guy Tommy coughed and poured cold water on everyone, "Let alone military crossbows, you can't even get ten machetes in the city, what the hell? A stick or a kitchen knife?”

"Robbing the security hall, that way weapons can be obtained the fastest," Jaga sarcastically said, "Or the Emerald Legion - they have the best weapons."

The entire warehouse fell silent.

"Calm down, everyone," Franco said, trying to calm everyone down. "What we're talking about is not a small matter."

"Well, everyone, I'm not saying this in a depressing way, but have you ever thought about it?" Zeka, the newspaper seller, wiped his glasses and stuffed the glasses cloth back into the pocket of his expensive coat. "What if it was really made of black silk?" Why don't you just go to those in charge? Like cut your throat and hang yourself?"

The bosses around the round table frowned

"It makes sense," good Tommy said slowly. "From what Roger said, it seems that all of us who died were thugs, street sweepers, bodyguards, boxers..."

"The best boxer." Gutierrez said coldly.

"They are my brothers who work with me!" Roger was also quite dissatisfied.

Sangare said angrily: "And my dog!"

Tarimi frowned and protested: "Hey, the person who died was my brother-in-law! My wife's biological brother!"

Jia Jia smiled beside him: "Yes, which wife is this yours for? The seventh or the eighth?"

Zeka raised his hands to suppress the noise and continued:

"I know, I know... In short, you did not suffer any big losses, nor did you suffer any damage to your business. It just allowed you to fully and plausibly come to Boss Fergus to denounce him and force him to seek revenge from the Brotherhood. Isn’t it too much of a coincidence?”

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere of the scene changed.

"Newspaper seller, what do you mean?" Gutierrez said coldly.

"It's not interesting." Zeka shook his head.

"What he means is that this is all directed and performed by us street gangsters," Roger said angrily. "Anyway, they sitting behind the table counting money have nothing to lose, right?"

The bosses on both sides of the round table had different opinions, and the atmosphere in the warehouse became tense again. However, Fogg and Nekla, who were sitting at the junction of the two groups of people, said nothing. It was just that the former seemed to be free, while the latter seemed to have no time. Thoughts.

"No, stupider than piranhas," Fogg muttered under his breath, "at least piranhas don't eat each other."

"I understand. This wave of attacks has divided them into two groups."

In the corner of the warehouse, Glover turned around and whispered to Rolf: "The bosses who have suffered the most and have the loudest voices are the ones who need to go out on the streets to make a living on their own territory and are not doing well in the Emerald City. On the contrary. , the other group of bosses are living well and don’t want to take risks.”

"Of course, maybe the Brotherhood's attack was just a pretext," the zombie whispered, "These people have long been dissatisfied with the distribution of benefits - dumb, are you listening?"

Rolf nodded.

He tried his best to force himself not to look at the man in the dark red coat.

"Ah, this is what's strange about me," Jaga, the bad shoemaker, snorted, "Shitdan, Gutierrez, Garmandia, you all suffered miserably as soon as you came here. You sounded like you were about to be wiped out by the black silks. But how come the few of us are still eating and drinking?"

"Maybe it's because you're so fat that you go to the brothels? You don't even like the black silk men?" Gutierrez gritted his teeth.

"Maybe it's because they've made a good deal with the black silks and won't touch their people," Garmandia sneered, "There's always been a lot of smart people in the Blood Bottle Gang, right?"

"Oh, then all of your people must have been kidnapped by black silk into the brothel?" Jia Jia retorted coldly.

"Speaking of the brothel," Zeka turned his head, "Franco, your theater is close to their territory. How about it, have the girls seen any suspicious strangers?"

"No, business is good, and the girls are fine, except for one or two who accidentally got pregnant because they didn't take any measures," Franco crossed his fingers, "Business is as usual."

"What about you, Balta? Is there any disturbing news in the city?"

Balta, the barber, smiled shyly: "Like previous celebrations, people got drunk and excited, and lost a few customers, but it doesn't matter, there will be new ones."

Zeka turned to the other half of the bosses and spread his hands:

"See? Nothing happened."

Gutierrez and Roger were furious and were about to fight back when Necra's voice rang again:

"Ah, I see!"

Everyone turned around and saw Red Viper looking suddenly enlightened.

"Thugs, street sweepers, bodyguards, boxers, hunters...the ones who are missing, kidnapped, and attacked. Have you noticed that these are the gang members who can roll up their sleeves and go out on the street to fight with knives?"

Nekra narrowed his eyes: "Perhaps this is the Brotherhood's plan? From bottom to top, weaken the combat power, cut off the wings... When you react from 'business as usual', you will be defenseless and at the mercy of others?"

Fogg, who was listening quietly, stroked his pipe and his eyes turned cold.

"Boss Nekra, the rules of the Emerald City are different from those of the King's capital," Franco coughed, "It's not the time for us to use knives..."

"It's fashionable now!" Gutierrez gritted his teeth and said, "Princes can chop people at banquets, why, we gangsters can't chop people?"

Roger's eyes were burning: "What the hell! Black Silk has killed so many of us, we can't just sit back and wait, we must show them something!"

The cronies behind them shouted in agreement.

"Don't forget! Everyone!"

Field recorder Franco took a deep breath and said over everyone:

"We, the Blood Bottle Gang and the Black Street Brotherhood have an armistice agreement. If we attack the Beimen Bridge, we will be starting a war without permission..."

"Don't forget, this is the Emerald City. If we act blindly," good Tommy tilted his head, "the Security Hall and the Emerald Legion will not give us anything to eat."

The gangsters in the warehouse were breathing heavily, and boos were heard from time to time.

"Yes, the armistice agreement, the armistice agreement," Nekra joined the argument at the right time. He shook his head and said slowly, "Signed by the great 'Phantom Blade' Kathleen, we, the Blood Bottle Gang, will be obedient and peaceful from now on, and we will not dare to touch the black silk. Not a hair on their head.”

Fogg glanced at him.

"An armistice agreement?" Roger said angrily, "Fuck! They all openly went to the streets to attack our kidnappers! And the armistice lasted until the sunset - if only there were several sunsets!"

"But this agreement allows us to maintain a tacit understanding and live in peace," Jaga reminded. "It would be unwise to break it, let alone break it by us in the Emerald City."

Gutierrez clenched his fists and looked livid:

"But boss, we are the Blood Bottle Gang!"

Jia Jia snorted coldly:

"Hey, this is when you remember that you are still in the Blood Bottle Gang."

Tarimi frowned and said:

"But of them, Hei Sizi was the first to violate the agreement."

"Yes," Sangaré gritted his teeth, "They killed my dog! Dog!"

The warehouse was in chaos, and the crowd was agitated, and the sinister voice of Red Viper sounded faintly again:

"Then let them ride on our faces and shit?"

boom!

There was a loud bang.

Fogg slammed his fist on the round table, making everyone quiet down.

He didn't speak, but looked at his men one by one.

The warehouse became extremely silent.

"Roger, Gutierrez, Garmandia, Tarimi, Sangare," Fergie finally spoke slowly, "I know your loss, and I understand your feelings - just like I found myself The fish in the fish tank is dead."

Gutierrez snorted.

"As for you, Franco, Tomi, Zeka, Jaga, and maybe you, Balta," Fogg said softly, "You have a good business, I know, but don't think that's all... only Only the fish will finish this meal and forget about the next one.”

Franco smiled and nodded.

The bosses at the round table all looked at Fogg with different expressions.

"You just can't forget those damn fishes of yours, can you?" Nekra sneered on the other side.

"Yes, I have been thinking about it all day long." Fogg sighed.

Fogg looked at the clearly defined round table.

"I have heard and understood everything you said," he said in a deep voice, quite majestic, "My people are investigating the truth, and I believe there will be an answer soon. If there is evidence that the Brotherhood did it... …”

"Is this important?" Red Viper suddenly asked.

Fogg frowned and turned his head: "I'm sorry?"

Nekra said solemnly: "I said, does it matter whether the Brotherhood did it?"

"Xiao Hong," Fogg narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean?"

Red Viper smiled coldly, stood up and left his seat.

"Now, you have casualties everywhere, some are missing, some are kidnapped. The gang members in Emerald City are panic-stricken. Even the legend of water ghouls eating people has been brought out."

Nekra walked behind one boss after another, and Rolf subconsciously lowered his head to cover himself: "Investigating, tracing, and waiting for evidence. Well, this process is very vigilant officer style, but the brothers are not angry at all. ”

Fogg clenched his fists.

Nekra looked at the gang members in the warehouse:

"So the important thing is, at this moment, Fergie, you have to do something, you have to do something, no matter what, to let the brothers see that you are still in control of the situation and not overwhelmed yet."

Red Viper looked at Fogg who said nothing, raised his index finger and tapped it in the air:

"You have to show the courage of the boss of Emerald City, but you can't be a coward, right? And go to the Brotherhood. Well, this is the simplest, fastest, and most effective solution, right?"

Everyone nodded after hearing this.

"Red Viper, what grudge do you and I have?" Fogg narrowed his eyes. He had not touched his pipe for a long time. "Are you so eager to incite my men to die?"

"To die?" Nekra looked surprised, "With all due respect, old Fogg, but..."

Red Viper's voice was sharp:

"Aren't they already killing people when you don't do anything?"

As soon as this was said, the gang members present began to whisper.

Even the bosses’ eyes are different.

Fogg's face turned cold:

"Red Viper, you beast with a mouth full of poisonous fangs."

Nekra smiled and nodded: "It's better than non-venomous piranhas, right?"

"Boss Ferg, even though Boss Nekra is not a local," Garmandia suddenly said, "but I think what he said makes sense."

Everyone turned their eyes, but Fergie remained calm.

"Boss Fogg, you are the one in charge of the Emerald City. We all listen to you and support whatever you do." Garmandia crossed his arms, "But the brothers are bleeding, and you have to do something. Whether it’s for human life, for business, or for the face of the Blood Bottle Gang.”

Fogg snorted softly:

"Now I remember that I am in charge."

Zeka, the newspaper seller, coughed:

"But guys, if we do what you said and gather people to go to Beimen Bridge to find the Brotherhood... do you understand what this means?"

"We don't want to start a war, we just want to stop the bleeding, seek an explanation from Black Silk, and recover our dignity and face, as well as the brothers we lost." Guzarres gritted his teeth.

"Or lose more brothers?" Jia Jia sarcastically said.

"Then our people died in vain and the blood was shed in vain!" Roger protested.

"And my dog!" Sangaré echoed.

"enough!"

Fogg shouted loudly and made the final decision:

"I have found connections in the city, especially those in Kongming Palace. I will always get to the bottom of the matter. If you wait for two more days, I will definitely give an explanation for the losses and casualties in these days. I will owe you the debt by then. Pay back money, pay for life with blood.”

He looked around and there was no doubt:

"But until then, no one is allowed to act rashly. This is my decision, that's all."

Faced with this statement, the bosses around the round table had different expressions and reactions.

Fogg snorted softly and put out his pipe:

"Now, I have to go back and feed my fish, you can leave the meeting -"

"Contacts in Kongming Palace?"

Unexpectedly, Fergie was interrupted.

Everyone looked at the person who spoke - Garmandia who was gritting his teeth.

"You mean, Boss Fogg, you worked as a bastard for the big shots in exchange for the 'connections' among the officials?"

As soon as these words came out, the warehouse fell into silence.

Nekra raised his eyebrows and sat down again: "Oh, it looks like there is something good to watch."

Fogg was startled for a moment, then slowly turned back: "Garmandia, you..."

Garmandia snorted coldly:

"Looking for connections? So that's why, Boss Fogg, you've been busy supporting the big shots these days, and you'd rather allocate manpower to wipe the shit from their butts than care about the trivial matters of our younger brothers?"

Fogg frowned deeply: "Garmandia, you actually talk to me like this?"

"I know everything, boss," Garmandia seemed to be risking his life, his breathing was rapid, "For several weeks, you have been looking for connections, connections, connections - what happened a few days ago shocked the whole city The wool merchant murder case was solved so quickly, wasn't it because you found a scapegoat for the big shots and wiped their butts? "

Many people were stunned when they heard this.

Only Glover was surprised.

The murder of the wool merchant in the Midas District, isn't that...

Fergie deadpanned.

"But what about us? What about our brothers from the Blood Bottle Gang?" Garmandia said coldly, "Are their lives not life? Are they not as good as a wool merchant who died on his mistress's bed, not as good as Kong Ming?" How do the important people in the palace feel? "

The warehouse became quiet, and many people had serious faces.

Nekra looked at everyone and smiled:

"I see, old Fogg, if you care about your brothers and ignore your brothers, then you are not kind..."

Many looks in the warehouse have changed.

Fogg was silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

"Garmandia," Fogg said, "You invited Red Viper, right? To fan the flames and support you?"

Garmandia's face turned pale, and Nekra chuckled.

"Garmandia! You shouldn't contact outsiders," Jia Jia was quite dissatisfied. "We can only handle matters in Emerald City by ourselves..."

"Shut up, shoemaker, before I stuff your shoe into your mouth." Gutierrez interrupted him coldly.

Jia Jia was stunned.

"About this, boss," Roger said in a low voice, "I think you underestimated our losses and our determination."

"You..." Fogg looked at Gutierrez and Roger in disbelief, then looked at Garmandia who was almost careless, and he understood something in an instant.

"I respect you, Boss Ferg, but sometimes, we need to be a little tougher," Taremi swallowed, "and this is for the Blood Bottle Gang."

"We can't sit still and wait for death. The black silk must pay the price." Gutierrez said firmly.