The atmosphere of the restaurant, very tense.

The moment Dusand pulled out his pistol, Todd and Tom immediately stood up, took out their pistols from their arms and pointed them at the fat man who was bragging.

The other armed security guards who had drunk were a little slower to react, but they reacted and took more direct action, and more than a dozen young men directly surrounded the table. Everyone had guns in their hands, and their eyes were fierce.

Master Dussander has pulled out his gun, so what is there to hesitate about? Just kill that fat man.

The fat man was bragging, but the back of his head was suddenly pushed by a cold hard guy, and the anger in his heart was not ordinary—he didn't hear Dussand's question at all, just thinking about turning his head and scolding this thing that didn't have long eyes. As a result, before he had time to attack, he found more than a dozen armed bandits surrounding him.

This is too scary, the security environment in Upper Albin has been so bad? This is a restaurant owned by an aristocracy!

The sad bamboo pole sitting opposite the fat man opened his mouth, and held back a sentence of "true...... That's amazing......" Then there was no movement.

"I'm waiting for you to introduce yourself." Dusson waited for a few seconds, only to find that the fat man under the muzzle of the gun did not move at all. This made Dussander wonder - could it be that this man has some peerless skill to use the guns in my hands and the others as ornaments?

"I warn you." The fat man's eyes rolled, and he said in a hurry, "This is the restaurant opened by Madame Andronie, if you take out a gun in Madame's restaurant, are you not afraid of the guards of the Privy Council!" ”

"I'm afraid, I'm scared to death." Dussander sneered twice, "Last chance, who are you?" ”

A drop of sweat ran down the fat man's forehead, and he said in a very calm tone, "I am Lord Dussand's political teacher, and I am Madame Androni's political advisor and chief private secretary. You get your guns back now and leave the shop - I can act as if this never happened. ”

His mother's political adviser, Dussand, had never heard of it anyway. But when it comes to political teachers and chief private secretaries, this Dussart is all too familiar.

Unless Morse has the superpower to suddenly change his figure, ...... This person is Ghost Li, who played an axe on his own real Li Kui.

Dussander suddenly regretted that he had chosen the high-pressure air gun in the afternoon.

In this way, you can shoot this bold dead fat man in the leg first, and then you don't have to worry too much about disturbing the business of the store.

But regret is regret, this inexplicable dead fat man in front of him really owes a gun. Dussaint decided to ask what had happened before deciding whether he wanted to reward him with a 7.65 mm bullet.

"This fat man said he would help you find a buyer for the fabric." Dussand crossed the fat man's head and spoke to the sorrowful bamboo pole opposite, "What's the reward?" ”

"Ah...... Old...... The boss ......," replied the bamboo pole tremblingly, "Mr. Morris said that if the business is negotiated, I shall pay him two gold pounds." He asked tentatively, hesitantly, "The boss...... We're serious businessmen, you see...... Is there some misunderstanding? ”

"I'm Dussand." Dussander sneered when he learned of the situation, then opened the safety of his pistol and said, "The Maurice I know is definitely not like this." ”

After saying that, Dussaint turned sideways and pulled the trigger directly on the thigh of the fat man in front of him.

The fat man shuddered violently, and a large water stain suddenly soaked between his two legs. At the same time, he also shouted loudly, "Master, spare me!" ”

However, the expected gunshot did not go off, and Dussand frowned and glanced at his pistol, then scoldingly pulled the chamber of the gun.

Looking at the empty chamber of the gun in his hand, Dussander cursed in a low voice.

The matter was so big that the manager who supervised the serving of food in the kitchen also rushed out. He turned white with fright at the sight of the tension and Dussand, who was muttering bullets into the magazine.

"Young master, young master......" The manager leaned over and moved manually but didn't dare to stop Dusander's action of pressing the bullet, "What's wrong?" ”

"What's wrong? I also wanted to ask you what's wrong! Dussander glared at the manager, whose mustache shape looked very unpleasant, "There are fraudsters in the store, and they are swindling under my banner - that's how you run it?" ”

Dusund, who was blocked out of the door before, hasn't vented yet, and he just settled the account together with this thing.

Slapping the loaded magazine into the gun, Dusunder sneered and pointed the gun at the fat man's head again, "You're lucky today, and you have one more chance to answer - say, who the hell are you?!" ”

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Intimidating people with guns, this is the scheme that Dussander chose only after "hand-picking". Obviously, this solution has worked very well.

As a man who has lived in modern China for more than two decades, Dussaint has a very good understanding of firearms.

Learned from the game.

For a gun to fire bullets, it first needs to have a bullet in the chamber.

And since he got the gun, Dusson was very sure that there were no bullets in his Type 52 pistol. Not in the chamber, not in the magazine.

Using an empty gun to scare people and exhibiting the "crazy" state of "I can shoot at any time, I just forgot to reload" is very effective in knocking people in the mouth.

For example, the fat man who is now pouring beans in a bamboo tube and desperately admitting his crimes.

The fat man is a fraudster, and he can even be called a "fraud expert". According to his three quarter-hour rambling confessions, he had succeeded in defrauding at least eighty times in the past year, and had obtained two hundred gold pounds for himself.

The most amazing thing is that the fat man himself is not the kind of traditional fraudster who "plays one role exclusively" and also "always uses one routine".

The fat man, who called himself "Feuerbach", claimed to be an Orin, and a descendant of a small noble family - only a few generations earlier, their titles had been stripped by the Heraldic Administration.

Feuerbach's father and grandfather were ordinary people who lived honestly and dutifully. They live in Olin and run a small bakery.

As a descendant of an aristocracy, earning a living in a small bakery in Orin was of course difficult and frustrating. To overcome this frustration, Feuerbach's father and grandfather chose to beat him with sticks or rattan weaving, or to tell him the story of their ancestors when they were not beaten.

Surrounded by starvation, beatings, and a long period of "stories", Feuerbach began to become smart. If he could not retell the story of his father or grandfather in its entirety, he would have been beaten badly – or starved for three whole days.

In order to avoid such an encounter, he began to make secret notes everywhere while listening to the story. And when he really can't dodge, he will drape thick clothes on his body in advance, and then try to hold his head with both hands to avoid being injured too much.

Then wait on the streets for an opportunity to fill your stomach.

This is how Feuerbach began to become a fraudster. Of course, at first he was just stealing or scamming people for a bite to eat. But things start to look different after he steals a badge.

That's the Explorer Status Badge of the Royal Mining Complex.

In the Empire, the coat of arms was a very important form of identification. The nobles had the coat of arms of nobility, while the department clerks had the coat of arms of the department clerk. Counterfeiting badges is a common crime, and such a crime ...... The level of punishment will also be very flexible.

If it was just a private sector badge, the offender would probably only be whipped by the police for a long memory. The fraudulent use of the badge of nobility will attract the guards of the Privy Council, and the result is usually death.

Fraudulent use of the coat of arms of the royal department will be more serious than the fraudulent use of the badge of nobility. This is an insult and challenge directed at His Majesty the Emperor.

A group of zealous heraldic agents would appear in front of this daring fellow, and then spend at least three days and meticulous manipulation to make him regret that he was born into this world.

Then use any other method to end the suffering of this guy who dares to insult His Majesty the Emperor. By the way, let his family leave this world together.

This may also be one of the purposes for which Feuerbach used the coat of arms of the explorer of the Royal Mining Complex.

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"I lied to anyone, and I always succeeded." After another two hours, Feuerbach gave a rough account of the crimes he had committed in recent years. Then, he completely relaxed.

"I have made hundreds, maybe even thousands, of families completely desperate, and I don't know how many people will completely despair and then commit suicide." He smiled, and even started patting his belly lightly. "I think I'm doing a good job."

In the manager's office of the restaurant, a dozen young armed security guards seemed to have fire burning in their eyes. They had experienced something similar, and every word Feuerbach said teased their tense and angry nerves.

"You're proud?" Dussand's face was getting colder and colder. At first, he really felt that this fat man seemed to have some value of use, after all, he had a good brain and entered the play very quickly.

Not everyone can immediately make up a mature story to deceive people, and it will always succeed. Feuerbach was at least a master in the field of grasping the psychological weaknesses of others.

But now...... Dussaint didn't want to keep him at all.

Feuerbach pointed to his wet crotch and laughed, "Of course it's proud." How proud it is to be scared of you like this, but I can still achieve something that will leave you dumbfounded! ”

He smiled, "Young man, I'm doing a good deed." They should have been eliminated, and they were not suitable for this cruel and dark world. They don't deserve even a penny of money, and I can live on them, that's the right way......"

An armed blond-haired security guard couldn't take it anymore, and he burst out of the crowd and kicked Feuerbach in the head.

Then kicked him straight out and knocked him out.

"Forget it, I'm really not interested." Dussaint sighed, and he said to Todd, "Please make a trip and send this to the heraldic office." ”

Dussaint handed Todd his notebook, which was a rough record of the good things Feuerbach had done.

"Ask them to come and deal with it......" Dussend looked at Feuerbach, who had already fainted, and narrowed his eyes.

He's a very good guy at figuring out other people's minds - it's a shame that what he just said didn't provoke Dussaint or anyone else to shoot him in the head.

Perhaps, only the subtle techniques of the heraldic management office are worthy of his painstaking efforts.