It's just less than half a year, and Liverpool won't have any special changes. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info The poor town where Dior was born is still the same as in the past, full of ghetto style, this place of 'shame' that will not even be recorded on the map, perhaps just like the private territory of the Connor family not far away, has become a relic of the old era. But there was a real development here, with electricity on, a bit of a glare of neon lights in the red light district at night, and men and women in their early twenties walking down the road together, flirtatious smiles on everyone's faces.

This decadent peace lasted until the advent of Dio. When this long-haired, half-bladed paratrooper knife from the Ming Empire returned to England and was pinned to his waist and did not know if he could continue to work, this iconic equipment reminded the young man who was still wandering the streets at night the fear of being dominated.

Dio returned to his house, casually cleaned the mess, seemed to have been in the thief's room, and waited for dawn before continuing on his way. But early the next morning, I heard rumors from all walks of life. For example, 'That man is back again', the leading brown-haired youth gathered a group of young people and blocked the door of Dior's house, huddled in the useless men who had never been out in this town for almost their lives.

"It's a warm hospitality," Dior exhaled a puff of smoke, the expression on his face very gentle, "a lot of people haven't seen each other in five years, and until now they are still idiots who only scream at women's bellies?"

However, what Dior didn't expect was that these young people who were about her age gathered were not here to trouble her. The leading brown-haired young man, named Benjamin, was the son of the owner of the coffin shop, the guy who was most often pressed to the ground by Dior, and he fell to his knees with a puff and cried out uncontrollably.

"Big... Big sister, please help us!"

"Yes, big sister!"

Dior was so frightened that he almost threw his pipe out, and these guys didn't know what medicine was sold in the gourd, and they lowered their heads one after another.

"Mother, stand up, have something to say, what's wrong?"

The corners of Dior's mouth twitched, and to be honest, she didn't really want to continue to be involved with this bunch of shit, and it didn't do her any good. Maybe it's also the homecoming heart that is making trouble, although this place doesn't give her many good memories, but she doesn't care anymore. However, what Benjamin said next made Dior furious.

During the time of Dio's absence, John Connor, the owner of this small land, commissioned a number of people to build power lines and utilities and roads for the surrounding towns. That ruined young master was willing to spend so much money - maybe he was just using some connections to get the government to do what they should have done a long time ago. Originally, this was a good thing, the poorest in the United Kingdom, including Scotland, in the north, has never been a matter of concern to the government, but with the development of convenient transportation and material culture, many people with different evil intentions have come to the land in the north and established all kinds of 'forces'.

In the town where Dior was born, the forces that extended from Manchester and London were trading illegally and even secretly trafficking in human beings. It targeted 'orphans' who had painstakingly shipped from Romania to the Soviet Union, from the Soviet Union to Norway, and from Norway to England. After the end of the Anglo-French War, Romania, which was surrounded by great powers, was preparing its population for a possible war. Romania has implemented a policy of banning abortion, declaring that those who do not have children are traitors to the state.

Divorce is prohibited in Romania, and every Romanian couple must have at least four children. Soon after, the state issued a decree that birth control and abortion were illegal, that women who could not conceive would have to pay taxes, that abortionists would be sentenced and imprisoned, and that women would be subject to strict inspection and interrogation during their menstrual periods. This is the culprit of human trafficking in Romania, a large number of fetuses are born, and families who cannot afford to raise fetuses and are overwhelmed are desperate to sell their 'children' to traffickers in other European countries, and the Romanian government has even kept silent about this, and has issued a decree that the birth certificate will be issued one month after the birth of the baby.

As a result, Romania became the largest human trading center in Europe, and perhaps even Dior's mother was trafficked from there.

"The strip began to collude with the forces in London... The old man in the gun shop said that there was a deal with the Connors... Big sister, that's not true, is it?"

"Ah, I haven't been back in a long time, and I don't want it to be true. Dio's breathing was a little rapid, and to tell the truth, she was feeling an unusual anger now.

Why are you angry? Is it because of this illegal act? No... She didn't know why, obviously there was no need to be angry, but she just couldn't calm down. Human trafficking... John's project, if there is an invisible connection between them... That was not something that could be solved by simply questioning John. It's hard to believe that the rich young master who didn't have a long memory, was idle all day long, and went to play black boxing would do such a thing, but at present, it seems that this matter is inextricably related to him, maybe it is he who borrowed Ian's father's past connections and unknowingly dragged this place into the darkest realm.

It's a pity that it would be a bit of a hassle for Dio to do it, and the philosophical idiots who are here to talk about these things have completely exposed her existence. The best thing to do is to ask Yuru for help, knowing this kind of thing, the little captain will not sit idly by, if the strip or the government can't deal with it, it's time for the hunter department to go out, but this is the most troublesome, even if he barely eats blood, Dior is still a 'vampire'. The hunters who hated this race didn't know what kind of face they would have when they actually came face to face with her.

It's too much trouble... These noisy guys in front of him can't become combat power, thinking about the possibility of surviving by breaking into the enemy line alone. The equipment of the strips, the simpler is the small-caliber Webley revolver, many of which are equipped with retired from the army, such as Enfield rifles, although the civilian automatic firearms are very strict, it is difficult to guarantee that the forces here will not have automatic weapons, such as the Brown light machine gun that is still used in many poor areas.

"Please, big sister, every night you can hear cries and shouts from that room... We can't take it anymore!"

"Okay, shut up, I've got to get a plan ready," Dio kicked Benjamin away from trying to hug his thighs, "You shitty just hold your own woman and scream!

After Dior's speech, most of the people dispersed in a hurry, but many of the sharp-eyed guys remained. They all clenched their fists and stood in front of Dio with their heads down, Dio's impression of these people only stayed at the stage of being 'oppressed' by himself, and Dior couldn't help frowning when he saw the eyes of these people.

At that time, her eyes were very familiar, just like her own in the mirror at the beginning, with fear in her arms, but she couldn't let go of hatred.

"Why, isn't it possible that you fellows who have never even seen the battlefield want to meddle in this matter? I warn you, if you don't want to die, stay at home. ”

With a cold snort, Dior walked towards the gun shop. The familiar street was now very different, with the same shops on both sides, and unkind eyes were looking out from the crowd. According to the gangsters, the owner of the gun shop, which had never been closed since Dior was a child, knew something inside.

Pushing open the door and walking into the gun shop, the smell of old wood and gunsmoke took over the tip of her nose. The boss was a little surprised to see Dior's arrival, and the boss, who was over sixty years old, only made such a small move, so he buried his head, wiped the gun in his hand, and said casually:

"Ah, I didn't expect you to come so quickly, I thought those boys would be pestering you for a while. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, do you still have the parts for this thing?" Dior pulled out his old Colt python.

"How is it possible, the parts of the Python series were no longer produced two years ago, and you know that this thing is very popular among some people, and it is always impossible to save the parts," the boss snorted coldly, "and most of the company's revolvers have been discontinued." ”

This is a problem, whether this antique-level gun can continue to work, Dior is also very skeptical.

"But... The young master of the Connor family asked me to put something here, and some new goods," the boss said, taking a few boxes from the counter and placing them on the table, "Open the selection, maybe there will be something to take advantage of." ”

The box was so large that Dior almost thought it contained something like a submachine gun, a silver behemoth that was slightly inferior even to the .44 caliber Colt Monty Python, with five equally exaggerated Magnum rounds lying on the red cloth as a gift.

"Smith & Wesson M500, the biggest caliber in the world today... This is the only firearm I have never touched, with a little 50 Magnum bullets, and the magazine can only hold five methods... It's a shame that the Yankees came up with such a thing. If the Hunter Department had this back then, it wouldn't have suffered heavy casualties. ”

The boss can't help but overdo it, in the era when guns were not yet widespread, and there were only some simple flintlock pistols, vampires were indeed difficult monsters.

"Is this what John left here?" Dior examined the gun, which showed no signs of use, and was completely new.

"Yes, that little master, I also have a lot of ammunition here..."

"Cartridge belts and enough ammunition as well as loaders, in addition ... I know you old man has 'those things' here, show them to me. ”

Dio was talking about nothing else, it was the 'contraband', weapons of mass destruction such as C4, which were banned from being sold in the UK.