Derek Condon is not a great person, he is not very intelligent, he is not decisive, he is not ruthless, and he does not have a keen eye to grasp business opportunities.

If he didn't have that mechanical ball, he would be one of the many living beings, like many fifty-year-old people, living the most ordinary life in the world, and would not build a family, expand the industry, win a beautiful and intelligent young lady, become a local councilor who can run for governor, and go from a veteran with nothing to the myth and legend of a dick counterattack. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But there is no if in the world, he got the mechanical ball and has the current one.

And now, the power of the mechanical ball is gone, and everything returns to the far point and falls negatively at an exaggerated speed.

There were 18 names on that piece of paper, and they were all "believers" that Derek had bewitched, the greatest treasure he had left to John, but they had also become the most tricky things.

John clenched his fists, stood there and pondered for a moment, then turned around and came to a dark corner not far away, and while bending down to expose the revolver on his waist, he took out a coin and put it on the ground,

"Hey, I'll ask you a question."

The homeless man lying in the shadows raised his head, glanced at John, his eyes focused on the left wheel at his waist for a moment, carefully grabbed the coin on the ground, and asked in a hoarse voice,

"What do you want to ask?"

John pointed to the three-story villa in front of him and asked, "These days, people who have fled from the south visit this house?" ”

"Yes, there was a batch three or four days ago, but it was driven away."

"Driven away!"

John's expression sank, "Tell me what happened." ”

The homeless man's gaze wandered, consciously or unconsciously, at the money bag hanging from his belt.

John frowned, took out a penny and threw it to him, and took out another twenty-cent coin and put it on the ground,

"Tell me in detail what happened, and who was involved, and I'm satisfied, this coin is yours."

The homeless man stared at the coin with burning eyes, his eyes flashed with longing, but when he saw John's hand hanging from the holster, the greed in his eyes disappeared instantly, and he surged his throat and whispered,

"It was about four days ago in the morning, dozens of refugees who had fled from the south came to this villa, a few of them called themselves Condon Plantation, and they quarreled with the owner of the villa, lawyer Benjamin, and it was said that because of the problem of the industry, people on both sides did not back down, and almost fought, at this time, a group of armed guards came over and beat the refugees away."

John turned around and glanced at the two guards at the gate, "Guards like them?" ”

"Yes."

"Where did the guards come from?"

"Some say it's Rover, but I'm not sure."

"Rover Company?"

John frowned, always feeling that these words were somewhat familiar, and suddenly, took out the cigarettes that had been in his pocket, there were no customized cigarette boxes in this era, and in order to prevent the cigarettes from wearing, the cigarettes were mostly fixed by a piece of cardboard.

And on the outer page of this piece of hard paper is a row of large characters "Roverl".

"Is Rover a tobacco company?" John asked in a deep voice, his tone unconsciously tinged with a chill.

"Yes."

The homeless man nodded hurriedly, staring at the cigarette wrapped in fixed cardboard, the smell he hadn't tasted for a long time.

"One last question?"

John crouched down and looked at him coldly,

"Why is the Rover Company involved with Benjamin, what are their interests, you give me the answer, this coin and these two tobaccos are yours."

As he spoke, the daylight at noon suddenly became hot, and the sunlight shone through his hair, illuminating the handsome face hidden under the sea.

Looking at this face, the homeless man froze for a moment, and a strong sense of familiarity emerged from his heart, and he recognized who the young man in front of him was.

John Condon! The eldest young master of the Conton family, the younger brother-killer, the prisoner mother, the giant wolf killer, the inventor, and the young man who once caused a sensation in Memphis.

How did he come back, wasn't he dead?

The homeless man looked shocked, then hid the shock, hung his head, and fell silent.

"Why, I don't want to say it, I still don't want to say it!" John frowned, his gaze turned cold, and his right hand rested on the holster.

"No, no."

The homeless man was annoyed in his heart, damn it, he didn't want to get involved in the struggle of the big family, he struggled for a moment, and said slowly,

"The Rover Company is said to be interested in Mr. Benjamin's cigarette machine, and they have signed a preliminary contract to build a new cigarette factory in Memphis."

"Sure enough."

John sighed, dropped the coin and cigarette, and got up to leave,

The homeless man grabbed a coin and a cigarette, and without knowing what he thought, he suddenly said in a loud voice, "If they hadn't left, they might have lived in Corning Street." ”

"Thank you."

John paused, took a step, and disappeared into the sunlight around the corner.

The homeless man sighed and began to pack his package, he had a hunch that he couldn't stay here any longer and had to change places.

Back in front of the carriage, John calmly boarded the carriage, leaning back on his seat, his eyes dark, and his whole body exuded the coldness of not entering.

Benjamin Randy!

He was second on the list given to him by Condon Sr., the family attorney of the Condon family, and the family member who taught John Conton aristocratic etiquette and left a strong mark on his scarce and indifferent memory.

But now, he's nothing.

"Sir, where are we going next?" The coachman asked cautiously,

"Corning Street."

"Howler!"

The whip was raised, the gray horse moved forward, and the carriage gradually disappeared into the scorching sunlight amid the sound of the horse's hooves.

……

Southwest Memphis is known as the Endeavour Market, where 30 percent of Tennessee's slave trade takes place, and it's a place of black-hearted dens, thrashes, snakes, rats, and ants.

Trojan Street, where refugees were housed, was the secondary street of the slave market, and Corning Street was next to it.

It was a special residence for the upper class of refugees, including farmers, lawyers, merchants, and knights with noble titles, and members of the Conton family lived here.

"What about John Condon? Where is he? ”

"Damn bastards, you owe us money and don't change it."

"Let him come out and pay him back."

"Get out!"

……

Six or seven white men with big characters of ruffians written on their faces surrounded a dilapidated gate and cursed.

The ventilation fence couldn't stop these insults at all, let alone the pointing eyes outside the gate, and in the low house, several family servants who had not left gathered together, listening to the scolding outside, their expressions were a little pale.

Several young people with unwilling expressions held all kinds of crude weapons in their hands and shouted, "Madam, let us out." ”

Standing at the door, Debbie shook her head, turned around and looked at the manor hired man lying in the corner with a blue nose and swollen face and constantly screaming in pain, and said in a deep voice,

"Wait."

"But ......"

The young man wanted to say more, but she raised her hand to stop him,

"Master Condon and the wounded need to be taken care of, and we can't afford to have any more accidents."

"Then we'll just be hiding here and waiting, letting them be arrogant."

Debbie shook her head, "When the eldest young master comes back, those scoundrels will pay the price they deserve." ”

Hearing the word eldest young master, several young people calmed down a little,

"But it's rumored outside that the eldest young master is dead."

"No, he'll be back, soon."

Debbie said with a smile, her expression extremely confident.