Chapter 319 89: Departure
The sky is bright.
News of the demise of the other two gangs began to spread in the town. Some people breathed a sigh of relief, while others had different thoughts.
Most people wouldn't think that this transcendent would stay in such a place for a long time, maybe just on the way or for other purposes they didn't know.
Regardless of the purpose, in short, now that his action has broken the stable gang structure that has been stable for several years, can he also compete?
Of course, you can’t rush all this. You can test it slowly, just wait for three days!
It is foreseeable that in the future, this place will be involved in melee disputes.
But Oakley doesn't think so.
He knew that only wiping out local gangs would arouse the covetousness of other gangs, which would be a disservice, so he wiped out two nearby gangs at once.
In his habitual thinking, he felt that his action this time would definitely shock many people, at least keep the local area safe for a few years, and the gangs in the future would be more restrained and do less evil.
But they didn't take into account that for the people here, the struggle for survival is an almost natural instinct. When the position of the strong is vacant, the capable will naturally occupy it. Everyone will not think about the future for too long. If they can spare three days, it will be enough. It was Oakley's intimidation that succeeded.
People who can think about things a month from now can be called far-sighted strategists here. Most of them enjoy themselves every day and live in the present.
Rather than having money to spend their lives, they are more afraid of not having the money to drink and pick up girls tomorrow.
When leaving the tavern, Oakley took the bottle of silver tequila that went well when he got rid of the Green Gang and said hello to Eric.
"You drink!" Eric stopped him and frowned.
"This is not your place." Oakley explained.
"That's not what I meant." Eric rolled his eyes, "This wine is not considered high-end, but because we have offended the dealer of this wine, he does not sell it here, so this wine is only available in the city. ”
"But old man Qiao has a special liking for this. Let me ask you where you got this?"
"Obviously you looked very poor when you came here, as if you had been robbed clean, and all your clothes looked like they were borrowed from you by Old Man Qiao."
Oakley smiled and replied: "It was given by a kindhearted person. I can't get used to drinking tequila, so I just gave it to Old Man Qiao as a thank you for sending me here in the first place."
Eric nodded after listening and said nothing more, preparing to clean before opening the door.
It wasn't until Oakley left that Eric sighed and murmured: "I thought Old Man Joe wouldn't be able to drink this wine after Mari died, but this is probably the last bottle."
The town was only that big, so Oakley quickly found Old Man Joe's home according to his memory. At this time, he was sitting on the doorstep, staring into the distance in a daze.
"Old man Qiao."
With a cry, Old Man Qiao's eyes regained color and he looked at Oakley.
"I contacted a friend to pick me up and asked him to bring the wine I promised you."
Old man Qiao's eyes were a little dull. He subconsciously took the wine and stroked it slowly. After a while, he looked up at him with a complicated expression: "Are you leaving?"
Oakley nodded, sat aside, and looked at the direction he just stared at. There was nothing surprising about it. It was a road with no end in sight.
"I'm leaving. Thank you for taking me to this safe place."
Hearing Oakley's words, Old Man Qiao's fingers twitched, trying to make a fist, and then slowly relaxed, his head hung weakly, and his voice was like a mosquito.
“You’re welcome”
"No more words, my friend is still waiting for me, let's go first." Oakley patted Old Joe on the shoulder, turned and left.
He could guess that Old Man Joe must have had relatives in the gang, and they were probably dead, but Oakley would not and could not regret killing those people.
Because that is his life goal, the cornerstone of survival.
Kill all guilty people.
But the definition of sin is in his mouth.
He won't allow himself to be shaken without falling into utter self-doubt.
Old Man Qiao silently stared at his leaving figure until he completely disappeared.
He took out his phone and opened the communication tool. At the top of the page was his son's chat message.
Click in, and the last message sent by the other party is a picture.
In the picture, one hand was holding a bottle of wine, a bottle of wine that was exactly the same as what Old Man Qiao was holding now.
There is also a text on it.
[Go back later and bring you a silver medal]
Old man Qiao stroked the wine bottle, his eyes gradually became gloomy and cruel.
Oakley embarks on a journey to the state capital.
Because he killed a lot this time, he remained in a happy mood. He didn't deliberately look for anyone to kill on the road, and only eliminated a few blind road bandits.
It was an uneventful journey to the state capital.
It wasn't until here that he finally felt that he was back in a civilized society and looked like a city.
Traffic flow, pedestrians, commercial areas and luxury stores.
If you make some noise in this place, you will probably be discovered by Lord Angel.
Oakley thought that he would buy a mobile phone first and find out if anything big happened in South Australia after he left.
He didn't dare to go back for the time being, fearing that the mysterious Chaofan was guarding him.
"Let's first find a kind person to understand the situation."
Oakley got into a cab.
At this time, Takashima Yumi was walking out of the local intelligence dealer's hidden safe house with an indifferent expression.
She arrived here before Oakley entered town.
The guys inside were treated by her like countless people who died seeking revenge, with bullet holes in their heads.
When it comes to refilling guns, Latin American gunners are professionals, and Takashima can only imitate this way.
But Takashima didn't get anything from him that was consistent with Shirai's existence. Even the closest supernatural information was the noise Oakley made in the town.
So is Shirai really here?
Or has she decided to hide completely, cultivate her power, and stop killing people until her wings are full?
She suspected that Oakley was using coded one-way communication, and was ready to see what actions Oakley would make next.
It's not that she doesn't want to capture Oakley and question him, but she is sure that he will not betray Shirai, otherwise Shirai will not leave him alone in South Australia.
Even if it was an abandoned child, Shirai would definitely clean it up if there was a risk of exposure. At this point, she didn't think Shirai would leave such a big loophole.
Unless
Shirai was confident that as long as she didn't take the initiative to show up, even Oakley would never be able to find her. Even Oakley is a misleading option just to waste her time.
Takashima, who is a criminal police officer, has many ideas, but it takes time to put these ideas into practice. This is also the reason why she has only caught Shirai's tail several times after several years of pursuit.
After all, Shirai could leave many misleading clues, but she had to carefully consider eliminating each one.
Originally, Shirai's attack frequency was relatively high, so she could still get some clues.
Now, as the other party's willingness to take action gradually decreased, she could only look for a needle in a haystack, or even find local people with corresponding intelligence capabilities to get help.
Normally she wouldn't burn bridges, but she didn't want the information dealer here to come into contact with Oakley and arouse his vigilance, so she had to give him a one-way ticket to eternal sleep in advance.
She will continue to observe Oakley for at least a month, collecting clues from other areas along the way.
After hesitating for a while, she still encrypted the news that Shirai might be cultivating power and sent it to Yushi Noguchi.
No one knew which one would come first, tomorrow or the accident. Even if she felt she had a decent ability to protect herself, she didn't think she would survive the accident.
If it were ordinary news, she could ignore it, but with Shirai's extreme tendencies, once she developed them, she would become a troublesome existence comparable to the integration of the Mother Goddess.
Rooftop bar at night.
A relatively famous nightclub in Morelia, the capital of Michoacan state.
After tidying up, Oakley got out of the taxi and calmly swept past the brightly lit door of the bar.
Two strong men with bulging waists stood like door gods. There were many people smoking and chatting around them, but their eyes were always focused on the young people at the door of the bar, who were probably gang members.
As soon as Oakley got out of the car, he could feel a lot of eyes looking at him.
He didn't seem to notice, just like a curious traveler, walking straight towards the door of the bar.
"Sir, please take good care of your belongings inside. We are not responsible for any loss."
A strong man with a goalkeeper suddenly said something.
Quite polite.
Oakley was also startled: "Thank you."
After saying that, he slipped a piece of banknote into the other party's hand as a tip.
Naturally, the man would not refuse and accepted it without expression.
"Have fun."
Oakley walked out of the entrance corridor and saw a noisy dance floor with flashing lights.
The air felt stuffy and the atmosphere went crazy.
"Handsome guy, are you coming alone?"
He had only stood there for less than three seconds when a hot Latin girl came forward, at an ambiguous distance, and asked with a sweet smile.
"Yes, I think I need a beautiful guide to avoid getting lost here."
"I wonder if I can be your guide? You may not know that I am doing the job of a guide." The woman emphasized the pronunciation of the guide.
Oakley didn't say anything more. He hugged her and walked to the booth, replacing words with actions.
The two of them talked ambiguously and drank a few glasses of expensive wine before Oakley slowly brought the topic to the local gangs.
He believed that for the sake of her own life, a sexy girl hanging out in a bar would have a clear understanding of the local gangs, at least better than some ordinary people.
During the day, he had already found a rich man to understand the basic situation, but different classes would change his perspective. He wanted to hear the views of the middle and lower classes.
"The official strength here is relatively strong, not like the six major gangs' sphere of influence, but so what, it's just as chaotic. Two mayors died last year. The only function is to prevent the gangs here from unifying. , otherwise the officials will be unable to defeat it.”
The Latin girl's name is Jessica. She claims to be a contracted model for a modeling agency and occasionally takes on advertisements.
The position of mayor is indeed a dangerous profession in the land of drug lords.
On the one hand, there are demands from the upper echelons of the government to fight against drug lords, and on the other hand, there is the threat and infiltration of drug lords. At the bottom, everything may have been leaked into the sieve, and they are all the other party's people.
If you don't obey, the shooting will be light, beheading is considered a basic act, and killing the whole family is not uncommon.
"The most important one is definitely the Morelia Gang. They control most of the entertainment venues, including this bar now. The slightly weaker ones are the Michoacan Gang. The main force is in nearby towns and there are also a few in the city. A stronghold.”
"There is also a citizens' gang that emerged a few years ago. It is very strange. It does not sell drugs and does not like to confront the authorities. It relies on collecting protection fees and slowly develops. Many people suspect that these are official experimental gloves, but who knows? It’s true that in the land of drug lords, there are actually gangs that don’t sell drugs. No one would believe it. I heard that the leader is a woman, but she rarely shows up.”
"Except for these main ones, the rest are small gangs that may be destroyed as soon as they wake up. They fight in small ways, but sometimes they are the ones who do the most ruthless things"
Speaking of this, Jessica's eyes dimmed.
"But at least there are three major gangs and the government to maintain stability. As long as we don't encounter unexpected disasters, we can still live in these days. If you want to make money from gangs, you will inevitably get involved in gang struggles. There is nothing to say about this. For us It’s an axiom, handsome guy, you’re just a tourist, just have fun, but it’s rare for someone to ask such in-depth questions as you did.”
Jessica regained her charming demeanor and started teasing Oakley with various small tricks. She didn't want to continue talking about the scars that the locals were accustomed to.
She does not dream of going to other countries to enjoy the blessings. After all, she knows that for the lower class, many countries are similar, and staying at home has the advantage of familiarity. Once she goes to the outside world, she is afraid that she will be eaten up. , so in these years, even if she encountered someone who said he wanted to marry her, he would only treat it as a joke.
Just serve well for a few days and get what you deserve. She is not greedy.
If there was more, she would certainly not refuse.
"Maybe I'm more curious about all the unknowns." Oakley shrugged and poured Jessica a glass of mixed wine.
"Really? Then, aren't you curious about me?"
Jessica took a gulp of the wine and kissed it.
Oakley frowned slightly, and was about to refuse. Jessica, who had grown up looking at people's faces, had already noticed it. She laughed at herself, swallowed the wine, and said with a flushed face: "Haha, just kidding, the handsome guy doesn't seem to be coming out much." Play.”
There was a trace of inaudible envy in his tone.
Oakley moved his lips and finally laughed along with this unfunny joke: "Then you should be quite good at drinking. What kind of tequila do you like? Just order it."
"Okay, I won't be polite."
After drinking like this until the middle of the night, although Jessica was quite drunk, she still remained five points awake.
Oakley, on the other hand, was not drunk at all. He had already understood the information, so he proposed to end it, sent her home, and stuffed her with a handful of bills.
"It seems that the low-cut dress I wore tonight was wasted." Jessica pointed to the abyss on her chest.
Oakley shook his head: "It's the same thing if I put it in your hand."
Jessica shook her head up and down, clenched the banknotes tightly, and without saying anything, was hugged by Oakley and walked out of the bar.
(End of chapter)