When night comes, the streets and alleys of Renekton enter into a distinct nightlife.
Wealthier middle-class people and above can choose to participate in various social banquets, go to Wanlaoyuan to listen to operas, or lie in front of the warm fireplace at home and read a famous work.
The majority of hardworking workers can only make use of the time they squeeze out after get off work to do things necessary for survival, such as eating, sleeping, and doing laundry and housework.
Of course, the underground society caught in it will be extremely active at night like this. If you don’t go to the slums to observe, you won’t know what kind of sinful environment the vast number of people at the bottom live in.
This is Victor's first time coming to Renekton's dock area.
People here are more active at night than on the Gilded Avenue.
He has already discovered people secretly pretending to be illicit liquor in dark alleys, and he has also seen women wearing heavy makeup standing on the street, wantonly soliciting prostitutes from passing by. Of course, fights and extortion are common, and there are also sneaky dealers.
Secretly sell some white powder to passing drug addicts.
"Hey! Do you want some?" After seeing Victor off, the dealer said, "Guarantee will make you feel great!"
Victor frowned.
He chatted a lot with Mike when he went out, and heard him mention the "happy nectar" that was banned from being sold by various countries. So it was easy to guess what this dealer was selling.
However, without allowing him to refuse, the dealer suddenly became frightened and stuffed the bag back into his coat pocket with a fearful expression. He lowered his hat and ran away with Victor pretending not to know each other.
It turned out that four or five gangsters smoking cigars came from one end of the street.
This area should have been the territory of the Cambino family in the past, but after that incident, of course the only gang members who dared to stay here were the Cigar Club.
"Hey! You! Come here!"
The gang discovered the sneaking dealer, chased him quickly, shot him in the leg, surrounded him and beat him until he vomited.
Victor ignored them and naturally bypassed the group of people from the cigar club. The other party did not have the sense to come up to him to trouble him. He only took one look at him and found out that he was not a member of the Cambino family and ignored him.<
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"There are no police patrols on the streets. They withdrew so quickly. Instead, the Cigar Club took over the area. They cooperated with each other too well... The motivation of the police department in handling the gang incident was a bit too obvious. No.
Knowing which of their officers is colluding with Cigar, he must have received a lot of benefits from the other party."
Victor was thinking secretly in his mind, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, because his goal tonight was to find the six black markets.
He remembered the address Mike told him and found the first black market within a short time of shopping.
That shop was hidden behind the canvas workshop, and there were smuggling dealers hiding inside selling some gadgets smuggled from the Western Continent.
The place is not particularly hidden, and the products sold are not even contraband. Victor even saw people from the cigar club charging protection fees for each stall.
This kind of place doesn't seem like a place where you can find out the conversion rules.
Victor gave up there and looked for the next address.
He went to the underground tunnel in the second location. The stalls there were similar to those in the previous canvas workshop. They were also occupied by cigar dealers. Victor could even hear the black market vendors complaining.
He left the underground tunnel and went to the third, fourth, and fifth places, but he didn't find the black market within the black market that he was looking for.
He even asked passers-by and when he was buying things from vendors, they all didn’t know what the letters were.
Some people who have some ideas even secretly asked Victor if he wanted to buy "Happy Honey Juice". He could help introduce a middleman.
With increasing disappointment, Victor came to the last black market address provided by Mike.
There is a dead end, and there is a very dark step below that leads to the lower floor of a certain house. However, the entrance is blocked by broken furniture, and it is obvious that the place inside has been abandoned.
The last black market address provided by Mike is right here.
Maybe it’s been too long and the black market has been closed, so Mike doesn’t even know about it.
Victor waved his hand, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and smoked it angrily.
The promotion process was a bit too difficult for Victor. There were no clues about Butterfly even in the internal data room of the Ministry of Defense and Suppression. He had no choice but to try his luck in the black market in the black market that Adolf mentioned.
But where is the black market within the black market?
"I'm afraid my trip tonight will be in vain."
Victor took two strong puffs, threw away the half-smoked high-quality cigarette, and prepared to go home.
However, at this moment, he suddenly found a figure standing in the middle of the dim road on the way back.
He blocked Victor's escape route and seemed to have been there for a long time. His movements were respectful and his body upright, like a butler waiting for his master's orders.
Victor paused on the spot, carefully looking at the opponent's figure in the darkness, and the sense of déjà vu became even stronger.
Why does this man... look so much like Vincent, the manor housekeeper in the dream?
As soon as the idea came up, the figure suddenly moved. He slowly raised his right hand, put it under his chest, and pointed to a construction site on the left surrounded by corrugated boards.
Victor's eyes moved to the side and he couldn't see clearly what was behind the wall, but when he turned back, the figure suddenly disappeared.
……
Damn it!
Victor's heart tightened, and he quickly raised his hand to calculate.
Xiaoji, Yangren came to announce the good news...
The hexagram was very good. After hesitating for a while, he approached the wall and suddenly discovered that the corrugated board was blocking a narrow passage. Victor only needed to move the board to the side to enter the construction site.
It’s inside.
There is light inside!
He didn't see the sneaky figure just now, but found that there were several oil lamps hanging on wooden stakes on the ground floor of the newly constructed building, guiding him to a sealed room on the first floor.
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Victor followed the light and came to a strange door.
There were some strange symbols drawn on the periphery of the door panel, and Victor recognized some of them as independent characters of Common Language, but not all of them, there were also some hieroglyphic-looking things...
In the center is a weird grimace, and the door latch is hung in the mouth by the grimace.
There were voices in the room, and Victor could hear them even standing outside. It was quite lively, just like a market.
"Is it possible that the previous black market moved here?"
Victor suddenly came up with this idea and couldn't wait to pull the door buckle.
But when his hand just grabbed the buckle, the grimace suddenly moved on its own! It opened its mouth and wanted to bite Victor's hand.
Victor was so frightened that he quickly took two steps back and immediately drew his gun and took aim.
But for some reason, after he pulled out the gun, his grimace changed back to what it was before he moved. It didn't look like a living thing at all.
"What's going on? Is it dazzling or hallucination?"
Just when Victor was extremely vigilant, the door suddenly opened from the inside, and a guest wearing a jacket strode out.
He was holding a package in his hand, with joy on his face, and suddenly bumped into Victor's gun, startling him.
"What are you doing? Is it robbery!"
"Wait a minute!" Victor reacted and steadied the other party, "Don't scream, I'm not here to steal your things. What's behind this door?"
Facing Victor's gun, the man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Sir, are you the customs or the police?"
"No, I just want to know what's inside." Victor asked in a deep voice, slowly lowering the muzzle of the gun to give the other party a sense of security.
The man breathed a sigh of relief, and then his expression gradually became bold: "Friend, you can find it on your own, don't you still know where this place is?"
Victor raised the muzzle of the gun again, and the man was frightened again and quickly replied: "Black market! Black market! The most hidden black market in Renekton! You can buy any contraband you want!"