Text Chapter 133 Southern District
Beneath the glossy exterior of a city lies evil, and DΓΌsseldorf is no exception.
DΓΌsseldorf was almost flattened by the Allies during World War II, but was actively rebuilt after the war, and the southern city was originally the first area to be established.
However, with the development of the city, people with good economic conditions moved to the new town, and it gradually became the old town, where crime also flourished, and theft, robbery, sexual assault, and even murder often occurred here.
"What, Andreas' Bar in the South Quarter? I'm sorry I'm not going, please get out of the car. β
"Andreas? Even if you complain about me, I won't go at this time! β
"I'm sorry, I'm not going there, and I advise you not to go, it's not a good place. No, no, no, it's not about the money......"
Three taxis were stopped in succession, and the drivers all turned pale, and no one refused to go, even if they paid more.
"It's such a frightening place." The old donkey teased.
The fourth taxi was stopped by them, and the taxi driver asked, "Where are you going?" β
"Southtown, Andreas Bar." The old donkey said.
"Did I hear me right, you're talking about Andreas's Bar in Southtown?" The taxi driver confirmed.
"That's right, that's it, to go or not?" The old donkey asked.
"Yes, you can, but you have to add money!" The taxi driver said.
"No problem, how much do you want?" The old donkey asked.
As long as money can solve a problem, it is not called a problem, and they have decided to add money before, but no one wants to go.
"Well," the taxi driver said, looking the old donkey up and down, "two hundred euros." β
"Yes."
The old donkey took out his wallet, opened it to reveal a thick stack of euros, took out two of them at random, and handed them over.
The taxi driver obviously didn't expect the old donkey to bring such money, and his pupils shrank suddenly, revealing a greedy gaze.
He took the money, started the car, and said as he drove: "That is, I, if I change someone else at this time, I will definitely not dare to go." You know why, because I have acquaintances. β
"Really?" The old donkey asked.
"Of course it's true, there must be something going on there, right?" The taxi driver asked.
"yes, we're going to get some news." The old donkey said.
The taxi driver whistled and said, "Look, I'm not wrong!" It's a good place to ask for news, but not everyone can get there, and you need a referral. β
The old donkey naturally understood what he meant, and asked, "Can you introduce us to us?" β
"Of course, I didn't just say it, I have acquaintances there. You should understand, though, that I need a little referral fee. β
The taxi driver rubbed his fingers and made a gesture to count the money.
In fact, Zhang Ning had already told the old donkey who to go to ask for news, but he still smiled and said: "As long as you can do it, then money is not a problem, you can report it." β
The taxi driver thought for a moment and said, "One thousand euros." β
"Yes." The old donkey said.
"I like you Chinese people so much, rich and generous."
The taxi driver slapped the steering wheel excitedly and said, "I'll contact you." β
He pulled over, took out his mobile phone and called, "Hey, William, how are you doing now?" β
Before, he used to talk to the old donkey in English, but now he changed to German, and when he spoke, he also looked at the old donkey and Dewey.
Seeing the two of them staring at him blankly, a smile appeared on the corner of the taxi driver's mouth, and then he said to the phone: "Listen to me, my friend, I met two fat sheep from Huaxia...... Yes, it's rich, we can work together...... You can rest assured, they are ordinary people, nothing special. You should believe my eyes...... Okay, I'll bring him to you. β
The taxi driver hung up the phone and said to the old donkey in English: "It's not a coincidence, he's not in Andreas's bar now, but in another bar, and I'll take you there." β
"I see, then it's not a bother, I think there should be someone else in the bar to inquire about." The old donkey said.
"You're wrong. The William I found for you is the most well-informed person in Nancheng District, and without the news he can't inquire, even if you look for someone else, you will eventually find him, which will only make you pay more intermediary fees. β
The taxi driver exaggerated, and then added: "Moreover, William is not there, and I dare not go to Andreas, it is too dangerous there." β
"Well," said the old donkey, "well. β
The car started again, and the taxi driver was in a good mood, whistling all the way.
He didn't know that the old donkey didn't know German, but his spoken language was a little worse, and the old donkey could hear what he had just said.
"Xian'er, I may have to do it in a while." The old donkey said in Mandarin, both in tone and expression, as if he was saying something inconsequential.
"What did he just say?" Dewey asked, with the same usual expression.
"He said, "We are two fat sheep. It's a pity that we don't have that much time, otherwise we should really have fun with him. The old donkey smiled.
"Well, there's no need to waste time." Dewey agreed.
When the taxi driver saw the two communicating in Chinese, he deliberately looked at their expressions and found that there was nothing abnormal, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
The car drove into the southern city area, and it was much more depressed than other places, like traveling back to the eighties and nineties of the last century.
Under the dim street lamp, one or two sexy-dressed street girls with heavy makeup on their faces can be seen every ten meters, and they wave desperately to them when they see the taxi coming.
There are very few ordinary pedestrians on the road, all of them are in a hurry, on the contrary, young people in strange costumes gather in groups of three or five, or gather in the streets, or roar by on motorcycles, which can't help but remind people of the funeral family in China.
When I drove to a junction, I suddenly saw several people pulling a young girl into the alley next to me.
The girl desperately screamed for help, but no one came to help.
Through the dim light, I could tell that it was an East Asian girl, but I didn't know which country it was.
"Pull over." The old donkey said.
"I advise you not to meddle in your affairs, for you cannot afford to offend them." The taxi driver said.
The old donkey took out his pistol, put it on the taxi driver's waist, and said in German: "I say, pull over." β
The taxi driver straightened up sharply and asked in a trembling voice, "You, do you speak German?" β
"yes, can I pull over now?" The old donkey asked.
"Okay, I'll stop the car."
The taxi driver didn't dare to say any more, so he hurriedly pulled up to the side of the road and cursed in his heart: "Fack, he actually speaks German!" They still have guns, they're not fat sheep! It's over, it's a dead death, he must have understood what I just said to William! God forbid, let them go down and save people, so I can go! β
Unfortunately, God did not hear his prayers, and the old donkey said to Dewey, "Xian'er, you go for a while." β
Dewey pushed the door open and got out of the car and chased him down the alley.
"Sir, I'm afraid he can't do it alone, it's best if you go over and help." The taxi driver said.
Naturally, he didn't think about Dewey's safety, but hoped that both of them got out of the car, and he could drive away, so that the ghost would know what these two Huaxia people would do to him.
"It doesn't matter, he's enough for himself. Oh yes, I've changed my mind now, I want to go to Andreas first, okay? The old donkey asked lightly.
"Well, yes, of course." The taxi driver nervously replied.
He still has a trace of luck in his heart, there are seven or eight people in those gangsters, and the little white face doesn't look like he can fight, and the man with a pimple on his face in the car must get out of the car to rescue, so that he can run away.
Dewey chased into the alley and saw that the girl was already surrounded by the crowd, crying and begging for them to let him go.
But her plea was exchanged for more smug and unbridled laughter from the gangsters.
"Let her go!" Dewey shouted.
The laughter stopped abruptly, and several gangsters turned their heads at the same time and looked at Dewey as he approached.
"It's none of your business, get out of the way!" The bald man at the head shouted at Dewey. At the same time, he took out a butterfly and a knife, and waved it flexibly in his hand.
When the girl heard that someone had rescued her, she couldn't help but be overjoyed, and when she saw that Dewey was alone, the joy in her eyes turned to disappointment, and she hurriedly shouted, "Sir, you go quickly!" β
Dewey didn't flinch, and as he walked over to them, he said, "I'll let you go at once!" β
"I don't know if I'm alive or dead, Carl, you go and do him!" The bald man commanded.
"Leave it to me, chief."
A young man with a Mohican hairstyle, carrying a baseball bat, rushed towards Dewey, this man was burly, like a barbarian in the darkness, compared to him, Dewey was a paladin at best.
After a few steps, Karl rushed to Dewey's approach, jumped up with a shout, picked up the baseball bat in his hand, and smashed it into Dewey's head.
The girl screamed in fright and covered her eyes, not daring to look.
And those gangsters crossed their arms and sneered, they had already imagined that Dewey's fate would definitely be smashed to the ground by Karl with a stick.
However, what he didn't expect was that Dewey's figure was slightly to the side, and his right leg swept out like a whip, hitting Karl in the chest, and actually kicked him out with one leg.
The smile suddenly froze on their faces, and several of the gangsters were still rubbing their eyes vigorously, unable to believe that this was true.
Dewey didn't move, kicked Karl away, and then lunged forward, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the gangsters.
The bald guy reacted quickly enough to stab Dewey with his sword, shouting, "Let's ...... together."
Before he could finish his sentence, Dewey had already blocked with his backhand, grabbed the bald guy's wrist and twisted it hard.
The bald guy suffered pain in his hands, and the butterfly and knife could no longer be held, and fell into Dewey's hands.
Dewey then threw a punch that knocked the bald guy to the head, and then knocked everyone else to the ground with three punches and two kicks.