The ensuing scene is not bloody, but violent.

Doug took a few steps back, so as not to get angry.

Mr. Smith's many creditors swarmed him like a hungry tiger pounced on a wolf, and not only his expensive clothes were instantly reduced to dust. His suitcase, full of silver coin tickets, was also unlocked during the scramble.

The banknotes flying in the sky are like colorful and falling feathers, which have a unique beauty under the blessing of the whale oil street light and shadow effect.

When the creditors saw the money, they immediately let go of Smith and did everything they could to get all the money in the vicinity into their arms.

Silver coin coupons with a denomination of no more than twenty silver coins are five hundred.

Although the weight of the scattered banknotes has not increased, it is not as easy to take as when it is bundled.

Gentlemen, who look like people during the day, seem to be evil spirits in front of the banknotes. Their clothes are almost gone, but they are still trying to grab the money.

Lying on the ground and not knowing how many punches and kicks he had received, Smith, who was covered in shoe prints, saw his money being taken by them, first screamed hysterically, and then joined the ranks of robbery regardless of the pain on his body.

A strange drama around money is performed under a street lamp, but unfortunately the audience is only Doug.

The guys in the nearby slums didn't dare to come out when they heard the sound.

Doug, who was leaning on the gate of the printing and dyeing factory, saw that the money on the ground was almost picked up, and he took a step forward and said, "Gentlemen, I believe that your debt recovery is relatively smooth. Look at poor Mr. Smith, if you want to just take his money and let him go. You're beating Mr. Smith like this, oh my God!

Doug's voice was heartbroken, and when he heard Doug's words, these creditors of Mr. Smith found that Smith didn't know when, and he actually picked up a lot of silver coin coupons.

Some of them gave Doug a grateful look, while others sped a few steps forward, kicked Smith on top of him, forcibly broke his arms, and snatched out the silver coupons he was desperately trying to protect.

The money was almost gone, and they stood closest to the streetlights, gathered in a circle, and distributed the amount according to the pre-agreed amount.

After the distribution was completed, they counted and counted before placing the bank notes in the burlap pockets they had brought with them.

A gentleman with a blushing face and a thick neck walked over with a wad of money and handed it to Doug with some reluctance.

"Thank you for giving us the information that he is running away. ”

It took a lot of effort for Doug to snatch the money from the man, and he gasped a little and said, "Happy cooperation! God willing, you and I have a prosperous business." ”

"Goodbye!"

"Precious!"

It's really a gentleman's ending.

With a faint smile on his face, Doug said in a mocking tone to Smith, who was lying on the ground, with his money snatched away, as if he were lifeless, "Dear Mr. Smith, I think you should get up from the ground quickly, or you won't be able to catch the ticket you bought." Don't look at me with this look, this is the most sincere reminder as your sincere business partner. ”

Smith on the ground seemed to have said something to Doug as if he had never heard of it, his red eyes, his strips of cloth, his shoe prints, and his bird's nest-like hair, like a defeated canine creature.

"Oh! I'd better make sure you have the ticket with you before you get up and head to the docks. ”

Doug said in a very fresh tone, his concerned voice as warm as a spring breeze.

It's a pity that Mr. Smith is like a stubborn snowman who refuses to admit the end of winter and the arrival of spring.

He roared, "It's all you! It's all you, you scoundrel! If it weren't for you, you'd be on a boat and out of New Haven!"

I blame you!

My money is gone!

Don't think it's okay!"

Angry, Mr. Smith was foaming at the foam and was so angry that he struggled to his feet, staggering like a candle in the wind.

Because of the beating just now, his hands were a little trembling, and he actually trembled and pulled out a knife from the strap of his clothes.

The blade was snow-white, reflecting the dim yellow of the whale oil lamp and the cold white glow of the moon.

"You're all about it, I'm going to kill you!"

The trembling voice was accompanied by the trembling tip of the knife, and there was a crazy man, frantically stabbing towards Doug.

It's a pity that his body is not called by him, swaying left and right, like a drunkard who just doesn't walk in a straight line.

"You've drunk too much! You're talking nonsense! Let me help you wake up!"

As he spoke, Doug pulled out a pocket-sized and ingenious gun from under his clothes, not an old thing that used arquebuses or hair, but a new gadget with firing pins and thunder mercury.

It took Doug a second to pull out his gun and another half a second to turn on the safe.

Waited quietly for a moment.

When Smith's swaying tip and swaying body were about to touch his hair, he pulled the trigger.

The firing pin cuts through the paper tube and strikes on the passivated mercury.

Thundermercury detonated.

The expanded gas produced by the explosion of the bullet is pushed out of the chamber.

"Bang!"

How could a distance of less than a meter between the two miss the target?

Mr. Smith was still standing, but his head looked like a watermelon that had been knocked out by a heavy blow.

The red and white liquid sprayed all over the ground, and even a little blood splattered on Doug's face and clothes.

Gunshots echoed in the quiet streets, Doug took out a snow-white silk handkerchief, wiped the blood stains on his body, and slowly spat out two words towards the slowly falling corpse of Smith, "Bad luck." ”

Who knows who is going to attack without the means to save their lives?

Knowing that the mantis arm is still going to continue?

What a stupid and despicable guy!

Wouldn't it be good to let this farce end sooner?

Do you have to let me close this burlesque?

Doug calmly checked the gun, this thing is not bad for self-protection, but it is too powerful, and when the time comes, let the guy who is not afraid of death change it again.

Just as Doug was thinking about the mess, a familiar voice rang out, "Is that you, sir?"

It shouted an uncertain trill, but it didn't seem to be reconciled.

After a moment of silence, he asked again, "Is that you, sir?"

"Yes!" Doug affirmed.

He said to the dim place, "Come out!"

A little boy came out of the shadows, and it was the little shoe-shiner he had met at the door today.

"What are you doing here?" asked Doug.

The little boy raised the dye in his hand and said slowly, "Sir, my house is over here. As soon as I came out of you, I went to buy dye. I want to do more practice before the street lights go out, and try to complete the task you gave me sooner.

Mr......

He...... Is he dead?"

What a good boy......

Doug thought to himself, how could such a hard-working child be buried like this?

He nodded and said, "Yes, he's dead." ”

"Oh......" The little boy nodded, and stopped talking.

It's not uncommon to die in these years. Every day, you can see people dying on the side of the road. But there are very few people who die with such tension and so impact.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

As the boy continued to observe the shattered head and the spewing brains, two lanterns approached in the distance, vaguely dressed like policemen.

When Doug saw the police, he suddenly had a plan, and he whispered to the little shoe-shiner, "Come here." ”

The little shoe-shiner obediently walked around the corpse.

"Take it. ”

Doug quietly handed the little shoe-shiner something, and the little shoe-shiner felt that it was heavy and cold.