Thomas Cornwall is considered the local emperor of Missouri, and the Inspection Bureau dispatched investigators at his request to hunt down Augusta.
The Cornwall Gang in Augusta has been rampant in this land for a long time and has never been caught. Cornwall Company's oil trucks, train trucks and banks have all been harassed and robbed by the other party.
Logically speaking, with so many people killed in the robbery at the ironworks, Cornwall Company should not hide this matter.
Henry can't understand.
At this time, someone in the hotel had already dared to run up from downstairs to take a peek. The gunfight just now scared the employees and residents here. If the matter is not dealt with as soon as possible, there will probably be another commotion.
Henry came to his senses and quickly asked Victor to help: "Help me dispose of Mark's body properly..."
There are a lot of areas to be developed in the eastern states of Secred, that is, wasteland. There is not even a cemetery in a settlement like Valdin. If someone dies, they basically just find a better piece of land around them and use branches or barriers to build it.
I made a simple tombstone out of stone and buried it hastily.
Mark's grave is on the hill behind the inn, and it is also quite simple.
Today's conditions make it impossible for him to return to his hometown. Mark is considered to have died in a foreign land, and all members of the Intelligence Bureau who perform missions in the east know very well that this may be the destined ending for some agents.
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After burying Mark's body, Victor and Henry sat in front of the tombstone, one drinking water and the other smoking cigarettes.
It was already afternoon, and because of this incident, they were not in the mood to investigate clues related to Vincent.
In fact, Victor didn't quite understand why Henry, a young man with such a promising future and an unusual family at birth, would come to engage in such a dangerous job.
"I don't want to die either..." Henry seemed to see Victor's doubts, "But this may be my only way out..."
"Can't you do something else?" the latter continued to ask.
"It has something to do with my family. I will only reveal one thing... Unlike you, I am not the first heir, and my brother doesn't like me very much..." Henry shut up after finishing speaking.
It is necessary to reveal too much of the past to a witness.
The two were silent for a moment. Henry suddenly threw away the cigarette butt, raised his head, and handed Victor a bill: "The broken door and the furniture in the hotel room, as well as the compensation for the mental loss of the hotel owner and employees, are all converted into
5 farka and 70 fara cents, each of us pays half, 2 farka and 85 fara cents per person. After all, this is what Mark caused, and then counting the accommodation fee you owe me and the water fee for bathing, you have a total of
Give me 3 French cards and 2 French cents!"
Victor almost spit the water back into the cup...
"I said...it's just the right time for you to ask me for money. My whole family has been burned down. How can I get this money for you?"
"You are the heir to the Dimon family. Didn't your father or your grandfather leave you an inheritance in the bank?" Henry said matter-of-factly.
"Sorry, there's some trouble here..." Victor informed Henry about Thomas' control of the Damon family's assets.
Henry frowned: "It seems that you have to go see Thomas..."
"So during this period of time, you have to help me cushion it first..." Victor replied calmly, as if I had no money anyway and was starting to mess up.
Henry shrugged his shoulders: "My weekly salary is only 4 faraka. I won't have the money to help you advance next time. When you pay me back, I'm afraid you will have to pay me double."
"No problem!" Victor opened a short agreement.
Henry looked at the weather and time: "That's it for today. We will go to the police station early tomorrow morning and ask if there is any record of the attack on the ironworks. Wait for my notification."
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There was nothing to say that night. Early the next morning, Victor woke up from his new guest room and began to tidy up his appearance and makeup.
I had a rare good sleep last night, and the weird parasite didn't cause trouble.
I saw him shirtless, facing the mirror in front of him, smearing some grease soap with a razor blade, and starting to remove his gradually thickening sideburns.
After removing the facial hair, Victor could see that the man in the mirror was very handsome, with a good figure, tight muscles, and some sparse hair on his chest, full of the wild charm of European and American men.
If you want to describe it, he looks a bit like a young James Franco (the one who played the second generation Green Goblin in Spider-Man). It’s not at all like the fattened meat ball in his dream.
"It seems that there is a reason why the original owner became the Widow Reaper..."
Victor thought evilly.
After resting, he put on a black suit and a jazz hat, walked out of the room, and sat down at the door of the hotel. While waiting for Henry, he drank a glass of hot water.
Today's weather is warm and sunny, and there are more pedestrians and activities on the street than when the riots occurred yesterday. Victor enjoys the fresh air that is not polluted by industrialization, and the chaotic public security in the town...
Missouri State is the product of the eastward expansion of the United States of Secred. The government has just been established here, and the rule of law is not sound, almost non-existent. The folk customs are strong, and many problems can be solved directly with bullets. The town of Walding can be regarded as the most powerful place among all human beings in the eastern states.
Typical of settlements.
For example, the vehicles piled with goods on the road refused to give way to all kinds of pedestrians; the prostitutes who were "operating" next to the tavern, wearing colorful big skirts and heavy makeup, stood blatantly at the door facing the street to solicit customers. There were many scalps with hair bundles hanging on the vendors' carts on the roadside, and the short and fat guy hawking them enthusiastically and enthusiastically shouted: "The scalps of the indigenous people of East India are worth 10 French cents each! Authentic and pure Valencia."
Dan people!"
There are also two wandering swindlers selling potions of immortality: "5 francs a bottle! Youth stays forever!"
It seems that there are many people and orderly, but as long as there is the slightest accident, the mob in the town will instantly become chaotic, such as someone's wallet being robbed...
"Pickpocket! Thief! Catch him!"
Following this scream, a gray-faced young man pushed away the crowd and ran out of the street, but before he could run far, he was shot in the back by the owner behind him.
Immediately, the onlookers crowded over with boos and boos. Seeing that the thief had no resistance, they immediately pulled him up and pushed him down in front of the owner.
The bullet just now couldn't save his life, so the owner sent him directly to the gallows standing on the street, hung him up and strangled him on the spot.
Hearing the cheers of the townspeople, Victor held a mouthful of hot water in his throat and couldn't swallow it.
"Good guy, you just stole a wallet, and you were executed on the spot..."
He was now beginning to feel lucky that the town's sheriff didn't shoot him directly after catching him that day.