3:23 a.m., Chernobog West City, Growler headquarters.
The nights in Ursus are deep and quiet, unlike in Colombia. Leonid stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the sleeping city, his eyes as clear as water. The dim lights in the room shone on his body, a faint smoke enveloped his upper body, and his light blue hair made him look like an elf from a mythical story.
Leonid hadn't had a good night's sleep these days. His desk was filled with documents from his gangs, the most common of which was the news that the gang had been captured. At the top of these documents is a relatively blurry photo.
A Waifan man wearing a black coat was sitting on the bar, holding a bottle of beer in his hand. Next to him was a Yanguo woman, her left hand holding the collar of a gang member, her right hand clenched into a fist and swung towards his face.
Someone was destroying his place, and there were only two of them, and there was no other force behind it.
This was the only useful information that Leonid's men could give him.
Originally, he just thought that it was two tired guys who were causing trouble and there was no need to worry about it. However, as more and more of his gangs were subdued, Leonid also began to pay attention to these two people.
"BOSS, the people are here."
The door of the office was opened, and a waiter in a suit led a gangster with some blood on his face in.
Leonid put his cigarette in the ashtray and turned on the light in the room, allowing him to see clearly the situation of the little gangster.
It was a strong-looking Ursus man, with skulls and angels tattooed on his arms, and a very conspicuous scar on his face. He was wearing a punk-style motorcycle jacket and leather pants, with many silver chains and spikes hanging on them, making a crisp jingling sound as he walked.
This is the most common attire for low-level gang members. They look extremely fierce, but in the eyes of senior leaders like Leonid, they are just a group of clowns who must be won over.
After all, they are the largest part of the gangs, which is also the tragedy of the Usas gangs that have been eroded by Colombian and Leitanian cultures.
Looking at the non-mainstream gangster in front of him, Leonid's thoughts were a little dazed. He remembered the Ursus gangsters when he was a child. There were no exaggerated decorations, dark suits and umbrellas. They were from various positions. Ordinary people in the world get together for various reasons and do some illegal but in no way harmful activities. At that time, the gangsters had families, bottom lines, and their own creed. It was like a glass of mellow old wine, but it was simply spicy and had endless aftertaste after drinking it. But now Ursus gangsters have lost those simple things. They are flooded with all kinds of new things, like a cocktail filled with various blended liquors. The taste of pigments is all in your mouth. It's not as good as... A drink is delicious.
But the memory only lasts for a moment. Leonid quickly returned to his original state. He turned around and opened the wine cabinet beside him, taking out two glasses and a bottle of Red Label vodka.
"Try this, an Ursus classic."
Leonid poured half a glass of vodka and pushed the glass in front of the gangster. The little gangster's body was trembling slightly, he nodded slightly to Leonid, and took a sip of the liquid in the wine glass.
A ball of fire penetrated his throat, rushed down his esophagus and directly into his stomach. The young bastard put down his wine glass, and a heat spread from his stomach to his whole body.
"Are you still so nervous now?"
Leonid put down his wine glass and looked at the gangster in front of him with a smile. The little gangster opened his eyes, his voice full of fear.
"No more, BOSS."
Only then did he realize that the glass in front of Leonid was empty.
"By the time my people got there, the bar was empty and it was a mess with blood and broken glass everywhere."
Leonid poured himself another half glass of vodka and drank it all in one gulp.
"You're lucky to be the only one to escape."
The little gangster looked at the wine glass in Leonid's hand, nodded slightly, and his body began to tremble slightly again.
"Yes...yes, BOSS."
Those two people are devils.
The little gangster picked up the half-cup of vodka in front of him and drank it in one gulp, as if this would keep him away from fear.
"So, can you tell me what happened in that bar?" Leonid poured another half a glass of vodka for the gangster and handed him a cigarette.
The gangster took the cigarette tremblingly and put it to his mouth. He lit the cigarette three times with a lighter.
"Don't be nervous, take your time." Leonid shook the wine glass gently, waiting for the gangster's answer.
The gangster took a long drag on the cigarette, and the smoke slowly puffed out from his nose. He didn't stop and kept burning the entire cigarette like this.
The desk was filled with smoke, and Leonid was not dissatisfied at all. He stared into the gangster's eyes, waiting for the answer he wanted.
"A pencil."
The gangster lowered his head and his voice was as thin as a mosquito's whisper.
"What?"
Leonid frowned, he didn't hear clearly.
"A pencil." The gangster repeated.
This time Leonid understood.
"Pencil?" He was a little confused.
"Yes, BOSS..." The little gangster raised his head, and what caught Leonid's eyes was an extremely terrifying face, as if he was telling something extremely terrifying.
"That woman... killed more than twenty of us in just half a minute..."
Even his voice began to tremble, as if the horrific scene he described was close before his eyes.
"More than twenty lives, she...she only used, a fucking pencil!"
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Click.
Valentine pressed a button on the watch, and the time on the display stopped at 19 seconds 23.
"Yihuang has regressed." Valentin lowered his wrist and looked at Xing Yihuang, who was standing among the corpses not far away, with a smile on his face.
Xing Yihuang ignored him. She shook her right arm. During the fight, a guy hit her on the right shoulder with a beer bottle, which was a bit sore.
Moreover, the pencil was also stained with blood, so I just wanted to shake it clean.
"Here, handkerchief." Valentine took out a white handkerchief from his coat pocket and threw it to Xing Yihuang. Xing Yihuang stretched out his left hand to catch it and wrapped the handkerchief around the pencil.
"You're still using a pencil, and you're still timing it. Yesterday you only used about 25 seconds to deal with twenty-three people, but today it took you 19 seconds to deal with twelve people. Did you not sleep well at night?"
Valentin jumped off the bar, avoided the pool of blood on the floor, and walked to Xing Yihuang.
Xing Yihuang gave him a look with a very clear meaning.
You you on the line.
Valentin shrugged, thinking that I can do it really well. Last night, he raided the bar and found two Origin Stones. Valentin immediately exchanged one of the Origin Stones for an ability.
heat.
The English name is SuperHot.
Supo, Haote.
Supo, Haote.
Super magical game, super magical voice.
The ability in this game is very simple, just one, it can make the flow of time extremely slow, or slow down the flow of time in Valentine's eyes, provided that he cannot move.
The flow rate will become normal as soon as it moves.
Facts have proved that Valentin really got this game ability right. When he sat there motionless, everyone's movements in his eyes were in slow motion. He had enough time to think about countermeasures. In the eyes of others, Valentine has become a master of fighting. He can easily dodge any attack and can also fight back.
Just now when Xing Yihuang started killing people in this bar, Valentin was not idle either. Everyone could tell that the Yan Country woman was not to be messed with, so some people targeted Valentin, who seemed to be easy to bully. On Lundin.
Then Valentine taught them how to be bears.
Of course, someone's attack still worked. There was a guy hiding in the shadows and slowly moving behind Valentine. He raised a beer bottle and aimed it at the back of Valentine's head.
With a loud bang, wine splashed and glass flew everywhere.
Several small electric currents flashed across Valentine's body. He touched his head, picked up a wine bottle and hit a guy who was rushing towards him on the head, then turned around.
The guy who made the sneak attack looked at Valentine, who was completely fine, with a look of despair on his face.
"Don't you have anything to say?" Valentine turned around to avoid a flying kick from behind. He hugged the body of the guy who kicked him tightly with his left hand, picked up a bottle of beer and threw it on his head. .
Valentine never makes the same mistake twice.
"Uh...I'm sorry." The guy who attacked looked at the miserable state of the guy who was hugging Valentine tightly, and quickly bowed and apologized.
"I fainted." Valentin ignored his apology and turned around to continue watching Xing Yihuang's live fighting performance. The guy looked at Valentine's back, picked up a wine bottle, touched his forehead lightly, and fell to the ground.
Looking at the frightened gangsters in front of him, Valentine picked up a bottle of beer and aimed it at the head of the unlucky guy who fell next to him.
Bang!
The neck of the wine bottle cracked, and white foam slowly poured out, flowing down the smooth shoulder of the bottle and onto his hand. Valentine's hand held the bottle tightly without any trembling.
He raised his beer and bowed his head slightly to indicate to the guys. Then, Valentine raised his head and drank all the beer in the bottle. The yellow crystal liquid was mixed with blood, which looked like a source stone covered in blood. Xing Yihuang stood beside him in a tight black suit, still holding the red pencil in his hand.
This is a ghetto bar and the home of an Ursus gang. The floor of the bar was covered in blood and looked like a red lake. Above the blood were dozens of corpses of gang members, and several members stood among the corpses, trembling and looking at Valentine standing in front of the bar.
Just ten minutes ago, this bar was as quiet and peaceful as usual. The gangsters were drinking, hugging scantily clad women, and bragging about their coins to each other, feeling very uncomfortable. But the appearance of two lunatics broke the tranquility here. Valentin and Xing Yihuang kicked open the door of the tavern, knocking the two gangsters at the door to the ground, and shouted at the same time: "Put them down." Your boss screams!"
The gangsters definitely don't want to, it's just two people who are going to cause trouble, why does the boss need to be there? A bunch of people screamed and rushed forward, and then they were all knocked down by Valentine and Xing Yihuang. Because of the physical constitution of Ursans, many people were able to get up and continue beating after being knocked to the ground. So Valentin looked at those who got up and directly took the wine bottle to their heads and swung them over, beating one after another. Like a gopher.
Then the bar called for backup, and the scene where Xing Yihuang killed someone with a pencil just happened.
Soon, except for a few cowards who didn't come, everyone in the bar was basically lying down.
At this time, Valentine was wearing a black trench coat, and the hem of the trench coat was filled with blood and turned a special dark red color. The funny quality in him disappeared, and he became the madman of Buttermore again.
The wine flowed into Valentine's mouth like a golden thread, and soon the bottle of beer was empty. Valentine felt a little dizzy and a little high. He threw the empty wine bottle on the head of the corpse at his feet, looked at the people standing not far away and asked: "Where is your boss? Are you too scared to come out?"
The bodies of the gangsters trembled violently, and no one dared to speak.
Valentine picked up another wine bottle and pointed it at them by the neck.
"The kind who don't talk, each person has a bottle of wine, and just talk."
Someone soon spoke. A young gangster with light cyan hair slowly stretched out his hand and pointed tremblingly at the corpse at Valentine's feet: "That's our boss... He came out during the fight just now. You didn't notice that he just threw a bottle of wine at him. Hit him on the head."
? ? ?
And this thing? Valentine turned to look at Xing Yihuang next to him. Xing Yihuang turned away and ignored him.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
"Ahem!" Valentine cleared his throat and pretended to be calm. "Since your boss has died a heroic death, then I will be the boss of your gang. Who is in favor and who is against?"
"I agree!" The gangster who just answered the question suddenly stood up straight and raised his right hand. Several people around him also reacted and raised their hands in agreement.
Valentine jumped down from the bar, walked up to the gangster and patted him on the shoulder with great satisfaction. Because of his height, the gangster even bent down to match Valentine's movements.
"Very well, from now on you will be my agent in this gang."
"No problem, boss." The gangster smiled flatteringly, feeling happy in his heart.
"What's your name? What's the name of our gang?"
"My name is Yefim, the boss. The name of our gang is the Iron Bear Claw Gang." Yefim didn't feel anything was wrong at all and gave a perfect answer.
"Iron Bear Paw? What the hell is that name..." Valentin looked disgusted. "From now on the gang will be called the Black Crows, do you understand?"
His voice was loud enough for everyone in the bar to hear.
"Understood!" All the standing gangsters replied in unison.
"Yefim, clean up this place. If someone disobeys your order, report it to Miss Long behind me. She will let that guy know what it means to obey orders." Valentin pointed at Xing Yihuang behind him.
Yefim bowed to Xing Yihuang: "Hello, Miss Long!"
"We're right outside." Valentin patted Yefim on the back and walked out of the bar.
"It feels like a dream." Valentine breathed in the cold air outside and looked at the bar.
It's midnight now, and the neon lights at the door of the bar are flashing with dazzling light, but no one comes to patronize it. There was not a single pedestrian on the whole street, not even the characteristic drunkard of Ursus.
"But you did it." Xing Yihuang took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands.
Originally, in Valentin's plan, he was going to sneak into the inner city of Chernobog and make plans, but when he was preparing things at night, a bar caught his eye.
It was the bar where he had just caused a scene.
Gangster.
These two words appeared in Valentine's mind, and then a bold idea appeared in his mind, and the corners of Valentine's mouth began to rise crazily.
This idea is fxxk crazy, but if it succeeds...it is very likely that the movement to prevent integration will succeed in two years.
Of course, the monster Tallulah is not included, it is just blocking the ordinary integration movement soldiers.
Valentin decisively gave up his original plan, returned to the hotel, bought a bottle of vodka and started bragging about the beer to the boss.
It was through this conversation that he learned about a corner of Chernobog's underworld.
The Ursus Empire was a feudal monarchy, with one king managing the entire country from above. Although the entire country looks very modern, the social system is indeed relatively backward. The strength of the Ursus Empire came from wars. Hundreds of years of wars formed the behemoth it is today. However, with the advancement of civilization, there have been fewer and fewer wars, and all countries have begun to focus on economic development. The battles that were originally fought on the ground with swords, guns, and halberds have also been transferred to the negotiation table, and the Ursus Empire has gradually declined as a result.
He is good at fighting, but not very good at economics.
Although the war is gone, the Ursans still have combative blood flowing in their bones. The crime rate in the Ursus Empire is at an average level across the entire Terra world, but the number of criminals involved in fights and fights is the largest, and the number of gangs is also at the forefront.
There are dozens of gangs in just one Chernobog, large and small, carving up the entire gray area of Chernobog, ranging from collecting protection fees to smuggling Origin Stones.
After drinking the vodka, Valentin went out and bought a huge map of Chernobog, returned to the room and began to tell Xing Yihuang his plan. He first drew the sphere of influence of each gang based on his memory, and then analyzed the gang's strength based on data such as the size of the territory, prosperity, and population density, and finally came up with a gang strength ranking list.
This table can be said to be very rough, because Valentine has too little information and relies entirely on guesswork to arrange it, but he can only believe in this table because it is the best way he can think of so far.
How far could he achieve in Chernobog in two years? If he wanted to use official power to stop the integration movement, he would have to at least climb to the position of mayor, but this was basically impossible for a foreigner who didn't even have identification. If you want to use private power, ordinary citizens cannot use it at all. Judging from the official performance of Chernobog in the game, they are likely to know about the Integration Movement's siege, but for some reason they are not prepared to fight against it. Prepare, but leave some cannon fodder military police to hand over the city. If ordinary citizens are used to deal with the integration movement, they are likely to be under pressure from both the integration movement and the authorities.
Then, there is only one answer.
Underground forces.
Valentin's goal is to integrate all the underground forces in Chernobog within three months to form a huge gang with him as the leader.
Crazy enough.
And the bar he just went to was the last small gang in this slum.
Every time a gang is killed, Valentine will find an agent to help him take care of the remaining people and property. By the way, he will learn about the situation of other gangs, and organize the table based on the intelligence obtained. After cleaning up the area , the information on that form is getting richer and richer, and Valentine's confidence is getting bigger and bigger.
"Boss, Miss Long." Yefim ran out of the bar and came to them, holding a small iron box in his hand. "The bar has been cleaned up and is ready for business, and here's what I found in the former chief's safe."
Xing Yihuang unlocked the iron box and slowly pushed it open a crack. There was a little bit of yellow light glowing in the iron box, which was two pure source stones.
"Source Stone..." Valentine smiled. He opened the box and took the Origin Stone directly into his hand, which shocked Yefim into a cold sweat. "Okay, now I have greater hope."
Valentine put the Origin Stone into his pocket, turned and left.
"Give you two days to sort out the financial tables for the recent period. I want to know what kind of business we do. The rest is as usual."
"Understood." Looking at the retreating figures of Valentin, Yefim bent down again, and did not stand up straight until they completely disappeared into the street.
He tightened his clothes, and his original low-level gangster temperament disappeared, and he turned back into the king of the Xicheng District gang.
Leonid looked towards the distance where Valentine's back disappeared, and a plan began to take shape in his mind.
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Valentin looked at the smiling Ursus in front of him and felt that something was wrong with his ears.
"Um, can you say it again?" He tilted his head and asked.
"Of course." Leonid nodded. "I am willing to give up my position as the leader of the Growler Gang to you. If possible, I hope to become your assistant."
He stood up, pulled out his chair and walked to the side, waving his hand to Valentine.
"please."
Valentine felt like he was dreaming. He didn't expect this to happen when he called all the way here today. Looking at the seat that belonged to the leader of the growlers, Valentine stood up unexpectedly, slowly walked to the chair, and sat down.
"Welcome, my new boss." Leonid bowed slightly to Valentine. "From today on, the entire western part of Chernobog is under your control."
Valentin looked at Leonid blankly, then looked at Xing Yihuang standing in front of the table, and slowly said: "Well, actually we wanted to beat you up."
Leonid smiled. "I understand that for strong people, violence is the best solution. I don't want to be beaten."
"Don't you want to resist? You growler is one of the three major gangs in Chernobog!" Valentin tilted his head and looked at Leonid, his hands a little itchy.
After getting the two pure source stones not long ago, Valentine found a place to eat one and exchanged it with the system for a new ability in Far Cry 5 New Dawn. At the same time, he also set his sights on the entire On the West Side's largest gang, the Growlers.
The Growler gang controls the entire gray area in the west city of Chernobog, and the rest of the small gangs are basically under his jurisdiction. They have a large number of legal industries and an even larger number of illegal businesses under their name, one of which is Originium smuggling. This is also the reason why he first chose Xicheng as his breakthrough point.
As a result, he aggressively hit the person's door opposite and opened the door to express his welcome. He also gave up the boss's seat to him. This strange operation immediately confused Valentine. I specially changed my ability to prepare. Are you going to surrender?
What about your work ethic as a gangster? Those little gangsters under your command know how to resist, so why don't you just raise the French flag and admit defeat?
Valentine only felt that a punch had hit the cotton, but he had no strength left in his body but could not use it.
"I have seen your brilliant record in the Xicheng District. I don't think I have the ability to defeat you, so I might as well just give up my position with less hardship." Leonid's attitude was respectful.
"I feel like you're lying to me." Valentine's eyes turned cold, and a wasteland-style dagger appeared in his hand. He put the dagger directly on Leonid's neck. "to be honest."
"Don't be so nervous, boss." Leonid showed no fear at all. "When I first heard the news from you, I just thought it was some blind guy who wanted to die early. But when more and more news came from the people below, I knew something was wrong."
"It can be said that there is no such thing as you and your followers in the entire Chernobog. The gangs here are basically fools who only use brute force. They often fight among themselves because of trivial matters. The entire Chernobog Development in the Berg Gray Zone has arguably stalled.”
"Even the government doesn't bother to care about us. The most they do is come occasionally to collect protection fees, because they know that a group of idiots with big muscles in their brains can't cause any trouble at all."
"But your appearance gave me hope for the unification of the entire Chernobog underground world. You and your followers are powerful enough and calm and decisive enough to fully deserve this status."
"The most important thing is that none of my men can beat you. Why should I just give up my position without suffering a little pain?"
Having said this, Leonid smiled slightly.
"Moreover, you need a local gang member to help you manage the gang industry that will be integrated in the future, and I am definitely the best candidate."
"Oh? Why?" Valentine became interested.
“No one knows this city better than me, and no one knows the current affairs better than me.”
"There is a saying in the Yan Kingdom that those who know the current affairs are heroes. Of course, for those who work for certain people, this is considered betrayal. But I am already the leader of the gang in Xicheng District, and there is no one above me, so there is no way to talk about it. betray."
Valentine nodded, that was indeed the case. There are five districts in Chernobog, and the five gang bosses are of the same level. No one has greater power than the others.
"Besides, I'm different from those idiots who grow muscles in their brains. It took me three years to climb to this position, not by strength, but by brains."
Leonid pointed to his head.
"So, the last BOSS admired your wisdom and gave up his seat to you?" Valentin gave an almost impossible reason.
"Of course not. People are selfish, and he will not give up his rights so easily." Leonid smiled.
"I devised a conspiracy to send the previous BOSS and his cronies to prison and execute them all."
"What a conspirator." Valentin nodded, grabbed Leonid's neck, and cut a bloody line on Leonid's neck with the dagger in his hand.
"Judging from the current situation, I should kill you, right?" Valentin approached Leonid's ear and whispered softly.
"Otherwise I feel like I don't even know how I died."
"You can kill me, but I can guarantee that you won't be able to find a good handler for at least a year."
"A whole city's gang, the boss. It's not that easy to manage."
Valentin looked into Leonid's eyes, and the two just stared at each other. In his eyes, Valentine didn't see any concealment.
Leonid told the truth.
"Then do you think I can trust you to handle all matters? Are you the boss or am I?" Valentine moved the dagger back a few millimeters.
"Of course, I'll let you make the final decision on those matters. I'm just sorting out the data and coming up with solutions. Besides, that Miss Long can also spy on me, right?"
"To be honest, I have my own selfish motives. I like the feeling of giving orders and having everything in my hands. Before you came, I could only manage Xicheng District. After you come, I can manage everything. Ernoberg, and if the government comes for trouble, as a leader you have to step forward, and I have a lot less to do. Isn’t this the best of both worlds?”
Looking at Leonid's decent smile, Valentin felt...a little uncomfortable.
"You are really...honest, without any disguise." Valentine retracted his dagger and considered the words, and in the end he could only suppress one word of honesty.
"Because I can see that you like honest people." Leonid stood up.
"But I'm still worried about this." Valentine shook his head.
"I understand." Leonid nodded.
"How about this, you hand over your family to me, so that I can feel relieved about having a hostage." Valentine suddenly remembered the protons in history and made such a request.
He sat on a chair with his chin in his hand and looked at Leonid with interest.
Leonid was silent for a few seconds, as if he had made a lot of determination. He took a deep breath and made a phone call.
"Hello?" The moment the call was connected, Leonid's expression became relaxed instantly, as if he was having a normal time with his family.
"Vera, are you at home now? Can you come to Dad's office?"
"Well, be careful on the road."
Click.
Leonid hung up the phone. He seemed to have aged dozens of years for a moment, but he quickly recovered.
"Vera, my daughter and my only relative."
"She will be there soon." After saying that, Leonid turned and walked out of the office.
Originally, Valentin wanted to stop Leonid when he saw Leonid really calling his family. He was just testing it out and had no real intention of putting Leonid's family under house arrest. But after hearing that the hostage was a little girl, Valentin stopped the thought abruptly.
He thought he had a disease called Lolicon.
Well, it’s just a look, it’s just a look, I’m not really treating her as a hostage, why am I so excited?
Valentin cleared away the messy thoughts in his heart and stared at the office door.
Soon, the door was opened, and a girl with light cyan hair walked in, with Leonid following behind her.
Valentine felt that this girl looked familiar.
"Hello, dear sir. My name is Vera, Vera Leonid Ulyanova." The little girl saluted Valentin.
With blue eyes, short light blue hair, a ponytail placed in front of her shoulders, as well as the blue star-shaped hairpin and calm tone, the image of this little girl gradually combined with that of a certain operator in his memory.
Valentin grabbed Leonid's hand and said in an extremely excited tone: "Father-in-law, I'll leave the gang affairs to you in the future!"
Vera: Huh?
Xing Yihuang:? ? ?
Leonid:? ? ?
