There was a commotion outside the auction, and the thugs at the cigar club were also attracted to the attention, and some people concentrated in the direction of the fruit market.
The people over there are all wealthy people from the east and are guests of the cigar club. To hold such a trading conference, the safety of the guests must be guaranteed.
People were gathering towards the place where the confrontation took place. Victor glanced at Mike and noticed a hint of pride in his eyes.
"What did you do?" he asked.
Mike replied: "Reporting to the police station will never lead to any results. I believe that a considerable number of them have received money from slave owners, but it is different if they report drinking..."
He was very thoughtful. Under normal circumstances, no one would have expected that the Prohibition Bureau would intervene in the slave market.
The two of them carefully observed the house that was obviously "stuffed" with cigar thugs. The slave trader from before also ran out. The agreement in his hand was gone and must have been placed inside.
As people in the building continued to leave the building and run to the fruit market, Mike once again asked Victor for the power to become invisible.
Victor sighed and reluctantly placed a water spell on the two of them.
They rushed into the house, climbed upstairs, carefully avoided the gangsters standing guard around the corner, and came to an office with an oil lamp lit.
There was a brown table inside, and the yellow paper sheets piled on it were exactly the same as those the dealer had just brought in. They were all contracts signed by the buyers and the cigar club.
Victor stretched out his hand and touched the page, wondering why those outside didn't just transport the purchased slaves away? Will there be a "unified delivery" service for cigars?
There were some heavy noises coming from the room next to it, and occasionally ferocious snorts could be heard, as if there were several hungry hounds tied up there.
They seemed to have smelled the smell of Victor and Mike that did not belong to the cigar club, and they were restlessly stirring.
Mike put his face to the door, wary of patrol thugs who might pass by in the corridor outside.
However, no one was attracted by the commotion next door, and the gangsters seemed to be used to it.
The agreements on the table were divided into several stacks, and Victor began to scan the yellow kraft paper on the highest stack.
He picked up a few pages and flipped through them, and found some interesting information - there were originally many buyers who were trading with the cigar club, but the transportation directions signed on the stack of agreements all pointed to the state of Canida, east of Minx State.
"Oh...it's really door-to-door delivery plus unified delivery..." Victor joked.
The state of Ghana is located between the states of Minx and Missoula, and can be regarded as a buffer area between the east and west. There are areas of manufacturing urbanization on this land, as well as large areas of land that retain the serf economy.
"It seems that most of the slave owners outside are from Canada, which is correct. After all, it is still too far for people from further east."
"Maybe it's just the person who lives in Renekton." Mike walked over from the door and his eyes fell on another stack of agreements.
He saw a pattern printed on the lower right corner of the yellow paper. With his pupils constricted, Mike immediately pulled out the page for inspection.
"I still thought the cigar club was too simple..."
He murmured something, and after hearing it, Victor came over curiously.
Mike pointed to the seal and said to Victor: "Did you see this? It's the seal of Violet Port."
Port Violet is the largest cargo ship terminal in Renekton. Victor didn't understand the significance of this at first, but then Mike's explanation made him suddenly understand that things might have become more complicated.
"Port Violet was established by the Rockefeller Ocean Trading Company. Do you know them? The entire ocean trade between Secred and the Western Continent is through the Rockefeller Company. They are inextricably linked to the federal government."
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Victor interrupted him in a low voice: "Rockefeller Ocean Trading Company...are they also engaged in slave trading?"
"I don't know..." Mike put down the yellow paper with a solemn expression. It was obvious that this was not an agreement signed with the buyers just now, but a cargo signing document for Violet Port.
"White Crown and the Northern States are the leaders in promoting the abolition of slavery. In other words, the administrative government represented by the president hopes to abolish slavery. What is going on with Rockefeller's ocean trade?"
Victor asked the question, but as soon as he finished speaking, he thought of Will Evans...
Could it be said that the Cigar Club also used similar methods as Will's to smuggle slaves through Rockefeller's ocean trade?
But Will's smuggling was only smuggling steel materials. This kind of thing is easy to cover up when making cargo manifests, and slaves are human beings. If they are stuffed into the cabin like this, it is too easy for the secret to be exposed during transportation. Rockefeller Company must have arranged it on each ship.
The supervisory personnel will definitely deal with it after discovering it.
Then there is only one possibility - a considerable part of the franchised forces in Rockefeller Company support the slave trade!
"We seem to have discovered something extraordinary..."
After Victor finished speaking, he reached out and secretly stuffed the yellow paper into his pocket, glanced at Mike, and then flipped through the other two or three separate pages of the agreement placed at the bottom of the table.
These three-page agreement was also not signed tonight. The reason why it was proposed separately is that its contents are still weird.
For example, the "delivery addresses" marked on them are all very remote, and one of them is the most bizarre.
Other agreements required the Cigar Association to arrange for people to transport the slaves to the east, but the address on this signature stated that they were to be transported to the sea to the west.
It was an island called Akkad.
Victor had never heard of this name. He was just very curious. Since the slaves came from the Western Continent or the Red Earth, why not send them directly to Akkad, but instead send the slaves to Renekton?
Sell it, and then send it back to Akkad after completion. Isn't this unnecessary?
"Look at this." Victor handed the content on the page to Mike. Mike must be more familiar with overseas islands, reefs and land than Victor, after all, he served in the navy of the country.
He glanced briefly and pointed out clearly that the island called Akkad did not exist on that route.
"It's false. Someone is covering up his true location."
Why did the other party do this to cover up the location? If there were no islands there, it would be a vast ocean, even close to the dangerous zone of the Sea of Tranquility.
What exactly does he want to do by transporting these people to the middle of the sea?
Victor did not see the buyer's signature on the first page, so he turned to the second page and saw a name at the bottom that he had never thought of.
Abraham Cain…
This name was almost forgotten by Victor. The moment he saw it, Victor remembered the old man who owed his family a lot of money.
The name is exactly the same as the one in his father's letter, but I don't know if there is a possibility of the same name.
There are still many signed orders that have not been checked. Except for the most special case of Abraham, most slave transactions can be summarized in one paragraph - cigars will provide expensive slave "human goods" to the manor slave owners in Canada.
This transaction is weirder than any hidden slave trade. The buyer only pays but does not take the slave away personally. Instead, the cigar company arranges the transportation.
This raises a question. If all the "shipping addresses" are in different parts of the world, then the transportation cost will become very large. Why does the Cigar Association provide this service?
So from this, Victor thought of a possibility: Could it be that the slaves transported to Canada were actually sent to a smaller place?
Just as he was holding his chin and thinking, the restlessness in the next room became even more violent, as if it was shaking the whole house upside down.
The walls were shaking violently, and the sound was like an evil ghost about to crawl out of hell.
Victor and Mike looked at each other, and they both realized that the thing in the next room could never be a hunting dog.
So, the two men drew their pistols, carefully moved to the door of the house, and gently pushed the wooden door open.
The scene inside made Victor unexpected. In the empty room, it could be said that there was nothing except two huge cages.
The cage was leaning against the innermost part of the wall, and there were two hunched and thin figures inside the iron grid.
They have extremely long fingers, black fleshy wings on their backs, their faces are like blooming flowers, and their slender tongues lick the rust spots on the fence, as if they are feeling the taste similar to blood.
Victor stared, pointed his gun at the two monsters in the cage, and muttered a name: "Bat-Winged Demon?"