Selena flipped through the pass, touched the back, looked at Su Hang and said, "Numbers!" ”

"That's right! Not yet visible. ”

"It seems that the black market will be different this time."

Looking at the pass, Selena suddenly burst into words.

"There is an old saying in the East: If you come, you will be safe."

Su Hang looked at Selina and said.

"What do you mean?"

"It's all here, it's good to have peace of mind!"

……

In the small square of Foyle, almost all the stock shops were closed during the night. The small square, which used to be pitch black, is now brightly lit as far as the eye can see, and all the street lamps are lit up, not to mention as bright as day, but the vision is also clear.

The square is full of box-drawn carriages, mostly four-wheeled and large, horse-drawn carriages, which are being boarded one by one by the people who have passed the pass inspection.

Then a voice came.

"Five pounds a piece."

Su Hang looked in the direction where the sound came from, and found an old man in gray clothes selling something there, with a stockpile behind him with the door open, and people walked in wearing their own clothes, but when they came out, they were all wearing dark cloaks and exaggerated masks on their faces, boarding the carriage.

"Doesn't it mean that the black market itself prepares robes for 'customers' for free to cover their bodies and block their views?"

Su Hang looked at this scene and asked curiously.

"Who knows!"

Selena also didn't know what was going on, which was different from what she knew!

"This is a disguised charge!" Su Hang said.

"The black market has autonomy, and the government can't interfere," Selina said lightly.

"The masked robe prepared by the black market will definitely be recycled when you get off the bus, and you won't be allowed to wear it all the time." Selena looked at the people who boarded the carriage in the distance, looked at the old man who sold robes, and whispered to Su Hang: "The robes sold by that old gentleman should be able to be worn all the time." ”

"The black market also offers privacy services?"

"I don't know, no one will talk about the nuances for you."

"I thought your friend would."

"She's not a storyteller."

"Do you need that?"

"Hiding your identity is also a kind of protection for yourself, isn't it!"

After saying that, Selena walked straight to the old man who sold the cloak.

"Actions represent what you think at the moment.

Su Hang also walked towards the old man.

……

Selena paid six pounds and headed to the back of the stockpile, where there was a large cloak that covered her body and a delicate mask that could hide her identity without losing that beauty.

"Sir, may I excuse me?"

Su Hang came to the old man and asked.

After collecting a customer's money, the old man looked at the young man in front of him.

"Alright! Young man, is there anything you can do? ”

Su Hang asked his doubts, just like he had asked Selena just now, but the object was replaced by the old man in front of him.

"The black robe you said is in the carriage, and you can only stay in the carriage when you get off."

"The robes sold here can be taken away, they can be worn on the black market, and when you get on the carriage, you only need to put a blindfold under the mask."

"Not everyone who travels to the black market can be publicly identified, and they need a 'cloth' to separate the gaze from others."

"Do you have any questions, young man?"

"No, sir."

Su Hang is different from Selena, it doesn't matter whether the robe looks good or not, anyway, it can be covered, his suit is not conspicuous, not as eye-catching as Selena's outfit, and like everyone else, he spent five pounds to choose a cloak and a mask that is pleasing to the eye and suitable for his body shape.

……

On the street outside Foyle's small square, a man with a civilized staff and a top hat walked slowly towards the queue, exuding a coldness on his body, and anyone who approached would involuntarily take a step back.

This kind of thing will never appear around him, even if he is older, he still has an intimidating aura.

Ignoring the people queuing up with their passes, they came directly to the man in the suit who was checking the pass, raised the brim of his hat slightly, and glanced at each other.

"Hello, Mr. Toby!"

The man in the suit shook involuntarily, bowed slightly to the middle-aged and elderly man in front of him, and the companion of the other man in charge of registration was even more shocked and almost even the registration pen fell to the ground, but fortunately the reaction was fast and did not make a fool.

"Good evening, gentlemen!"

"Drink more coffee and refresh yourself."

Inexplicably, after speaking, the man walked straight towards Foyle's small square with a civilized cane, and no longer paid attention to the two men in suits.

"Whew!"

"I just had the feeling of being locked up in a funeral home, and I was depressed like death."

"I thought I was the only one who felt it."

The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly as they continued their next work.

……

I have to say that Su Hang and Selena were lucky, and they encountered only five two-horse carriages in the entire Foyle small square, and this luck was so good that they could try to bet on the horse!

Sitting in the carriage again, Suzhou and Hangzhou they don't know where they are going, anyway, it must be nearby, it will not be too far, they have heard of this in Suzhou and Hangzhou, of course, it is not that they have not been far away, there was a time when the black market was driven to the sea, and the large ferry carried people aimlessly wandering on the sea until the end of the black market.

They all said that they needed to be blindfolded, but they only had a moment to take it off themselves, and when the carriage moved. The windows of the carriage were sealed, and the windows on both sides were sealed with a thick black cloth. An oil lamp hangs in the carriage so that the whole carriage does not go dark, and people do not get irritated by the darkness.

The carriage was constantly advancing, Su Hang didn't know where the carriage would pull them to, and he still didn't know about the city of London, not to mention that he had lived here for a while, but he still couldn't understand it like Irish Town.

In the closed carriage, Selena also didn't know where the carriage would pull, but what was stronger than Su Hang was that she could try to guess.

There are two docks, a park, and a war-worn orphanage that can be used as a venue for the black market.

For Selena, no matter where the carriage goes, she will feel at ease because of her "abilities".

The carriage was advancing, and anyone familiar with it would find that the route was going in circles, and it would only reach one place in the end.

This place is: the Fimble Pier, which is the closest to the small square of Foyle. In the past, I would choose a distant location, but this time the location I chose was surprisingly close.

Located on the banks of the River Thames, Fimble Dock was bombed during the First World War and rumored to be rebuilt, but it has not been moved until now, and a row of stairs has been built at midnight to transport light goods, and busy people can be seen during the day and deserted at night.

The wharf at midnight is a corner where crime breeds, and people have become accustomed to selling cigarettes, gangsters, murder, and all kinds of imaginable and unimaginable illegal and criminal incidents. Few citizens pass through this time period, if not at all, and people prefer to take long detours to avoid unnecessary troubles.

The Fimble Pier is a public place during the day, and anyone can come here, regardless of whether you are working to earn money or loading goods on the dock. No one will care about you, let alone robbery, so safe that you can't imagine, safer than other areas in the city.

But after nightfall, this place will be controlled by the gangsters in this area, the "mob party", which was originally a gathering place for "retail investors", without gangs, only some drug trafficking, female branch girls, and the sale of stolen goods after robbery. Half a year ago, out of nowhere, this gang called the "Mob Party" appeared, and they quickly took control of the surrounding area of the Fimble Wharf, and the night of the wharf was regarded by them as their own private territory, and no foreign forces were allowed to set foot in it. But during the day they never show up, as if they didn't exist.

The "mobs" took over the Fimbul docks at night, and all the people who carried out illegal and criminal activities here had to pay an unlimited amount of venue fees to the "mobs" party members, pay fines for fighting to death, and collect taxes every week according to your "business".

Of course, if you break the rules set by the "mob party", you will have to bear the wrath of these outlaws. In the first three months, there were constant attempts to challenge the authority of the "mob party", and the result was that the next evening was hanged in public by the wire rope on the winch. After a period of bloody suppression, with the exception of some idle ruffians who left the area, those small groups with gangs recognized the status of the "mob party", anyway, as long as they made money, who would have trouble with money!

The existence of the "mob party" is not without benefits, and the police have not harassed the night of the Fimbull dock for half a year. Perhaps it was some kind of unknown agreement between the police and the top brass of the "mob party". Even the other gangsters are no longer here to encroach on the interests of the docks, and more often than not, they will only transport goods here.

No matter what happened here the night before, even if there were a large number of deaths here, it would be "back to normal" before dawn the next day, and it would not attract people's attention and affect the normal operation of the dock.

Tonight was a special case, the whole of Fimbull Docks was taken over, and the usual vicious villains died down and obediently gave themselves a vacation, or went to other places to carry out their unfinished "business".

Fenbull Pier is secretly hidden tonight with countless guards armed with guns, no matter which direction you enter the dock, you will be secretly watched, guarding all suspicious people in the vicinity, and the degree of security is comparable to that of the police department when it was first established.

All incoming carriages were monitored and recorded by covert guards. The number of people who came down from the carriage, what clothes they were wearing, the features of the people in black robes, and the numbers displayed in the hidden corners of the black robes were all recorded to ensure the smooth and safe conduct of the black market.

Su Hang's carriage slowly entered the Finnbur dock with many carriages, and the carriage gradually stopped with the sound of a "neighing" horse, accompanied by the horses stopping.

"Looks like we've arrived."

Su Hang felt the carriage stop moving, looked at Selena on the opposite side and said.

"Yes! Chu, it's time for us to get off. Selena said.

Su Hang opened the door of the carriage, a cool breeze with moisture rushed to his face, took a deep breath, stepped out of the carriage, stood on the side of the carriage and stretched out his hand, and let Selena help him out of the carriage.

The British Empire's gentlemanly etiquette is well-known in the world, and almost all countries that have come into contact with Britain know that this country's etiquette is very important. Helping a lady open and close the car door; Help the lady carry the suitcase; Always remember the phrase ladies first; Be polite and thank the people who serve you; Don't forget to be gentlemanly at all times, this is the impression that this country has left on foreigners.

When he was a child, his parents taught Aldrich a lot about etiquette, which had a deep impact on him.

"Thank you!"

Selina stretched out her hand and put it on Su Hang's outstretched hand, and slowly stepped out of the carriage.

Covering an area of 27 acres, Fimbull Pier was not originally that large, and many buildings around the port were damaged and ruined due to the First World War, and some traders later raised funds to clear an area. When the gang was trading, it was in the way of trouble, and a small area was cleared again. Up to now, 27 acres have been cleared again because the "mobbs" have cleared the ruins again in order to expand the "economic benefits" after the "mob party" took over, and nearly 90 percent of the area has been cleared.

Su Hang and Selina, who got out of the carriage, looked at the Fimble pier in front of them, neither of them had been here, but it was conceivable that the pier at night should not be as lively as in front of them.

Movable cabins, oversized tents, stalls, you can imagine all the movable "buildings" in this day and age, all over the marina. Even on the black market, they have rented their newly built "office building" from the "mobsters" to serve as an auction venue.

The only thing that proves their existence during the day is the "office building", which has no extra people except for the homeless people who have been recruited to watch the door, and the office building is said to have been built by a French to park their goods.

One by one, the carriages sent customers like Su Hang and Selina to their destinations, turning the carriages around and returning to the road they had come from, without the slightest intention of stopping.

There are already a lot of people trading on the docks, and people who come to the black market are not necessarily looking for anything, but also for the sake of selling their own shady items or (1) "black goods", which can be sold directly to the organizers, or traded in a barter way, of course, more often people will choose to pay the venue fee to the black market and sell it in the form of stalls.

Of course, sometimes, there will be some priceless treasures or precious news on the black market, at this time, you can't set up a stall to sell, in order to maximize profits, you can sell them to black market auction houses or sell them directly to the organizers.

The black market is populated not only by locals from London, but also by traders from remote areas, and even by many foreign traders, so it is much more lively than the outside market.

"M1890 five, bundled!"

"Sir, may I ask me, how much?"