Night, 7th block of the East End, Black Shark stronghold, basement of the villa

A bald man with a red-eyed skull tattooed on the back of his hand and a fierce face was facing a group of people dressed in various ways, but with the same tattoo on the back of his hand, slapping the wooden table and roaring: "Waste, you are really a bunch of waste, in just a few days, the chess pieces we have arranged have basically been removed, you must know that the Eastern District is a very important part of the church's plan, if anything goes wrong, you just wait for the god to sacrifice to the Siren." ”

Hearing this, the crowd here all subconsciously shuddered, although they liked to listen to the miserable tone of the Kraken devouring the living, but if the sacrifice was replaced by themselves, it would not be a good thing, and they couldn't help but look at a one-eyed man at the same time.

The one-eyed man could only stand up tremblingly and said, "Captain, there is... Rumor has it that the original man has returned, and he is taking revenge on us, so my brothers are now terrified, and we don't at all..."

Syllable!

Before the one-eyed man finished speaking, he was slapped to the ground by the bald man, at this time he covered the swollen left side of his face, spit out a few bloody teeth, and didn't dare to say a word in the face of the bald man's red eyes.

"Waste, you don't look at the power we have now. The bald man who was called the captain stared at the one-eyed man who was too afraid to speak, and said sharply again: "Even if it's really him, then we'll let him die again, so this time we need a bait big enough to catch a 'shark', Mr. First Mate?"

The one-eyed man who had been crawling on the ground and covering his face heard the bald man's arrangement, as he had been following the captain for a long time, he had long known the captain's ruthlessness, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "Understood, captain." ”

"Well, worthy of my heroic first mate, we will hunt him together tomorrow night, just as we used to hunt headsharks. The bald captain restrained his fierce light, and said to the people at the wooden table jokingly, while raising his wine glass and shouting: "For the sake of righteousness, for the sake of gold coins." ”

"For the sake of righteousness, for the sake of gold. The people at the wooden table looked at each other and raised their glasses in unison.

Ten o'clock in the morning

Sean, who rarely got up late, gently patted his drowsy forehead, after being scared awake by a treasure mimic named Gollum last night, he basically had no sleep all night, and studied the knowledge seriously for a night, until the sky was white and he didn't feel sleepy.

Staring at the wall clock on the wall, quickly changing clothes, removing the splint on his right hand by the way, picking up a large revolver, replacing it with 3 ordinary bullets, and hurriedly leaving the room.

Today, Sean is going to meet the Black Shark people for a while, and maybe he will have to find a maid in the East End, after all, it is not realistic to rely on Anna to be busy with the banquet alone.

As for Vivien, it would be better to count on her on her own.

Crunch!

Sean, who had been a repeat offender, pushed open the door again and took out his police ID card in a paper bag on his desk, because suddenly he thought that it would be much easier to have an official identity when dealing with gangsters.

Thinking of this and opening the certificate at the same time, how can I know what position I have, at least it is not easy to bluff people.

'Second Inspector of Special Operations, Sean Morrison. ’

Looking at the few big golden characters and the dazzling Iron Cross badge in his eyes, the corners of Sean's mouth twitched, and sure enough, as Elf said, just an ordinary team member can get the rank of police inspector, it seems that the status of magicians in the empire is unusual.

He didn't have time to think about it, closed his papers and put them in the inner pocket of his coat, and left the door in a hurry again, not even preparing to say goodbye to Anna, of course, the point was that he didn't want to drink the cup of medicine that made him sick to his stomach when he smelled it.

As soon as he left the house and felt the heat above his head, Sean pulled the brim of his hat down to block out the sunlight above his head in a very incongruous and rude way.

All the way along the shade of the trees, he walked quickly to the station to straighten the brim of his hat, looked at his shadow with half-squinted eyes, and said to himself with a long sigh: "It seems that I have to change my schedule." ”

Seeing the stop of the carriage, Sean stopped thinking about it, and boarded the carriage and rushed to his destination, the Black Shark stronghold in the seventh district.

Unlike Harris's manta ray, Black Shark has gradually moved towards the 'right track', but Black Shark still remains primitive, relying on blackmail, organizing street girls, and selling prohibited weapons and drugs (with strong hallucinogenic effects) to maintain the development of the organization, so most of the members are fierce and aggressive outlaws.

Sean, who was leaning on the carriage, thought of this, and touched the holster hidden in his coat, and then he felt a sense of reassurance, to be honest, if he hadn't become a magician himself, he might not have dared to go to a gangster's stronghold alone with a pistol and ignorant courage.

With the sound of horses' hooves disappearing, the car box that had been shaking gradually returned to stability, and Sean stepped down the steps and slowly stepped off the carriage, silently looking at the numb expressions of the people around him, smelling the stench in the air and the faint smell of the sea, this is the poorest, most backward and most chaotic place in the steam capital, the seventh block of the East End.

Toot, toot, toot...

A rapid whistle came from the distant sea, and the awakened Sean looked over to see a steam-powered metal warship belonging to the Victory and Glory fleet cruising the sea, its majestic posture contrasting with the low, dilapidated houses around it.

Shaun, who shook his head, retracted his gaze, and looked at the search battleship with a melancholy in his heart, the 'Victory and Glory' fleet is different from other brother fleets, it was only formed this year, and now that the war on the continent has basically stopped, then it was born for the purpose of showing off more than being practical.

It is ironic that the Empire has the spare capacity to build a fleet of warships of little use, but is unwilling to devote a little energy to taking care of the poor people who are also the subjects of the Empire.

Sean smiled bitterly and strode to the Black Shark's stronghold according to the address given by Harris, after all, no matter what, he is just an ordinary person at present, and he has no right to order the officials, nor does he have enough strength to help the poor and change their situation.

Eventually, it stopped in front of the largest slum in the East, and that's what Black Shark does, unlike the other gangs, are concentrated in the slums, sucking the flesh of families who aren't wealthy like bloodsuckers.

Sean walked along the dirt road, through the houses that were even more dilapidated than the outside, and felt the numbness, curiosity, or greedy gaze in the houses, but no one came out of the room to Sean, like a herd of lambs in captivity, to be slaughtered.

After a while, Sean, who had passed through the outermost part, suddenly felt that the muddy road under his feet had turned into a clean and tidy marble pavement, and the house gradually became tall and straight, especially the luxurious villa in the center, which was particularly dazzling.

Correspondingly, there are many more pedestrians on the streets, and unlike the 'lambs' on the periphery, they are fierce and arrogant, men and women, young and old, after all, they are 'exploiters'.

Less than two minutes after entering here, Sean was surrounded by a group of people in short shirts, all holding short knives in their hands, and the man at the head even grinned: "This gentleman, welcome to the freest place in the seventh block." ”

Sean didn't answer immediately, and looked at the man who spoke calmly, thin, wearing ill-fitting clothes, grinning dirty lips showing fishy yellow teeth, sunken brown pupils in his eyes but unusually 'mental', dry and yellow hair, obviously looking like he had taken too many illegal drugs.

"If you want your eyes to be bright, please don't look around. The man was visibly panicked by Sean's scrutinizing eyes, and said with a hint of threat.

"I'm here to see Boris the Shark, can you lead the way, sir?"

"Haha, what are you..."The thin man swallowed back the dirty words that originally came to his mouth, because a large pistol that far exceeded the specifications was against his forehead, the black hole muzzle and the cold touch, obviously this is not a toy, subconsciously swallowed and spit, squeezed out a smile on his face, and said: "Of course, no problem, sir, but I can only take you to the door, after all, a small character like me can't see the boss." ”

"Thank you, sir. Looking at the crowd scattered everywhere, and the thin man standing in front of him with his legs shaking, Sean withdrew his pistol, thanked him very politely, and motioned for him to lead the way.