The Antihuada Mountains, located east of the town of Walding, cross the beautiful Rose Lake at the foot of the mountains, and divide the states of Missouri and Utah on the edge of the skyline.
Its altitude reaches more than 4,600 meters, and the top of the mountain is covered with snow all year round. It is difficult to travel between the east and west without relying on horses through railway tunnels.
No one would climb such a high mountain with nothing to do, unless they are trying to escape from something.
For the big gangs that have been wreaking havoc in the eastern states all year round, the top of the Andihuada Mountains is the best hidden stronghold.
Bursts of gunfire were like muffled thunder on the snowy peaks. The majestic and beautiful peaks experienced a huge turmoil on this day. Several cliffs collapsed and avalanches occurred, and countless people either rolled into the abyss or were buried underground by the thick snow.
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Intense gunfire erupted from many locations, and the Missouri Army began its final encirclement and suppression of the big gang hiding here.
"They can't run away!"
Chief Inspector Josh stood in a safe and flat location, using long-scope binoculars to observe all firefighting locations.
This operation was well prepared and concealed, and no news was leaked. After finding the lair of the Conor Gang, they were trapped on the mountain top without a trace. Finally, cannons were set up to block all the ways down the mountain, and the final suppression was carried out.
Kill.
Ahem...
A rapid coughing sound came from the side of the chief inspector. Father Sang was draped in a plush blanket and sitting on a folding stool with a pot of steam hot water on his left hand.
"Are you okay?"
Josh handed the command back to the army colonel, walked to Father Sang and sat down.
"What is supposed to come must come...cough...cough cough" Father Sang picked up the kettle and held it in his hand.
"I don't quite understand the seer thing, but...if you really can't stand the climate in the snow-capped mountains, I can send someone to take you down the mountain." Josh solemnly suggested.
"This is not a climate problem...cough...cough."
The old priest suddenly stood up and looked at the fierce battle around the mountain.
"Thanks to you this time for seeing through Augusta's ability. Before you came over, the plans we made were always exposed inexplicably. I thought there was a traitor within the bureau." Josh said with emotion. Father Sang's eyes were blurry, as if he had seen through all the battles. In his eyes, the entire mountain range merged with the blood all over the mountains and plains, gradually becoming some kind of regrettable fragment.
"Humanity has been repeating the same mistakes in history. A few years ago, it was a war with the Valentan people. Now it is our own war. Maybe there will be other wars in the future. We cannot understand the final results of various decisions...
Cough...cough cough."
"This is a free country, Father San. Even the president can't draw the line between freedom and indulgence... Criminals have taken advantage of this loophole, and the subsequent laws are just a fig leaf for an absurd system."
Josh looked into the distance. The nearest mountain top was hit by a cannonball, which exploded into blood and finally merged into the white snow.
"Freedom means responsibility...cough...cough, so most people are afraid of it..."
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In the town of Walding, Victor, neatly dressed, asked around in pubs and grocery stores to see where there were vendors who bought drinks.
Several days have passed since I escaped from the iron smelting pit.
Henry was sent to a hotel in the town to rest. At first, Victor suggested sending him to Dandelion's private clinic, but Henry thought he was not seriously injured, it was just trauma, and he could be alive and kicking again after a simple bandage.
Kino, on the other hand, escaped without a trace. It will take some effort to find him again.
After Henry was fine, he asked Victor what he found in the tunnel at that time. Victor did not tell him at the first time, but just said: "I will tell you in the future, now is not the time."
Henry was confused by him, but he didn't press him.
Next, the materials in Victor's cellar were fermented, and he called the homeless people back to help. After some tinkering, they began to fill the empty barrels with wine.
"This smell... is really strange. Could it be a bar?" The homeless people picked up other people's unfinished wine bottles and subconsciously guessed Victor's intention.
"It doesn't matter, you can try it. This is a new product and it is not on the prohibition list." Victor generously poured a small spoonful and gave each of them a sip.
"It's incredible. I've never tried it before. This tastes different from other wines... I feel like my throat is about to burn!"
The homeless people looked at each other with complicated expressions.
"Fill this bucket and take it back for you to drink..." Victor pointed to an empty bucket. When the four homeless people heard this, they immediately became excited.
They rarely get wine because the price of wine in Missouri is so high that they simply can't afford it, so they can only pick up what others haven't finished. Victor's generous gifts make them feel like they are dreaming.
"But I have to remind you, don't leak what's going on here, especially to the guy who hired you... If you keep silent, you can get the rewards you deserve, but if you break your promise, no one will have to drink."<
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Bribing each other with benefits can deepen mutual trust. If Victor doesn't give you some gifts, there's no guarantee that these guys will tip off the information.
In this way, the four of them will probably supervise each other, and no one wants to lose the opportunity to continue drinking.
When Victor saw that the wine was almost packed into barrels, he went to the town to inquire about demanders. However, Valding was too small, and the only place with demand was the tavern. However, the tavern owner would not need such a large amount of drinks anytime soon.
People in this world have not yet tasted liquor, so who can guarantee that it will be marketable?
"The taste is very special, but I can accept it. It's a good new variety..." Henry also tasted Victor's white wine and thought it tasted okay.
"Next I have to find a buyer." Victor sat across from Henry and said while savoring it.
"I can't help you with this... I'm not familiar with the eastern region." Henry replied naturally, and then changed the subject, "Let's talk about the old man. Do you have any ideas?"
"I can't help you with that." Victor returned Henry's words, "The guy ran away without a trace, and you know, he is very ferocious after the transformation, so it will be very difficult to catch him."
Henry thought for a moment and suddenly guessed: "I remember you once said that after being attacked by Mark, you saw some kind of hyena-like creature. Was it the one in the tunnel?"
"Yes!" Victor replied firmly.
"Could he be the con man who can transform?" Henry's face turned red due to drinking, but it did not affect his thinking.
"I also have doubts. If it were other ghouls, they wouldn't let me go. Only Chino, because he is conscious." Victor took a sip of white wine.
"Ghoul?" Henry tilted his neck.
"The creature that Father Sang was talking about, you were walking in front and didn't hear it. It should be those things in the mine."
Victor curled his lips, the wine still on his lips.
At this time, Donnie suddenly opened the butterfly spring door and broke into the hotel. He saw Victor at a glance and shouted hurriedly: "Mr. Victor, I have a way to help you."
