Jim Crow was the big boss of the Museum of Curiosities.
In addition, he is also a big shot in the Perfume Bottle Gang, a staff adviser to the leader, a shrewd lobbyist who is a fish in water in the business world, and an Arizona state legislator.
He is thirty-six years old, young and promising, with a bloated figure and a big belly.
A head of hair has gone with the wind, and the most eye-catching feature on his body is a fierce arrow scar on his face. If your memory is good - go back to the volume "Invincible" to read for George Yo
Damian Katz, who worked for Shua, was the curator of the Museum of Curiosities on Cruise Ship 4. The pseudonym he used more than two hundred years ago was Jim Crow.
Tonight, Jim Crow is meeting with three people.
One of them is the famous writer David Victor.
The other one is the unknown Sheriff-Jack Martin.
The last one is a yellow man of unknown origin - Vincent, or Wen Bucai.
He learned the origins of these three people from the butler - they bought tickets together, entered the auditorium of the Museum of Curiosities, and divided them into three, each going to different venues to play.
One more point is particularly important!
That's what Mr. Jim cares about most!
According to the conductor's description, Vincent, a yellow Chinese worker, wore a large wide-brimmed hat with parrot feathers on his head, which looked very much like Sullivan Okopela's hat.
At this point, Jim Crow secretly hid this information and never mentioned it to anyone in the Perfume Bottle Gang again.
His heart was restless, like an ant in a hot pot. Since the gang could no longer contact Sullivan, the leader had been having trouble sleeping and eating, ordering people from all walks of life to search for traces of Sullivan, but refused to explain what it was.
reason.
Smart Mr. Jim noticed it immediately and realized that Sullivan might have been killed.
Sullivan, a young red-haired boy, has always been the leader's loyal and loyal subordinate.
Therefore, the leader will deliver the [Arrow] to Sullivan Okopela.
This person's soul power [Thyme] can give ordinary people extraordinary physical strength, and it can also cooperate with [Arrow] to screen out outstanding seeds and attract more powerful, outstanding and loyal talents into the Perfume Bottle Gang.
The areas under the jurisdiction of various cadres of the entire gang need Sullivan's [Thyme] to coordinate and adjust, just like the gentle village in the commercial street, which relies on the magical power of [Thyme] under the 24-hour business work.
Mr. Jim immediately thought of it.
——Now that Sullivan is dead. The whereabouts of [Arrow] are unknown. If I, Jim Crow, can get [Arrow], can I completely eliminate the leader and become the owner of the perfume bottle? Become George Joshua's
Right-hand man! Climb up the road! To the center of power in the United States of America!
Obviously, Jim's heart was moved. He couldn't restrain his inner desire and was aroused by the rich smell of meat.
But before meeting these three guests, the big boss still has a box to open.
This is a very sacred thing. When a new product meets its owner for the first time, it is necessary to choose a comfortable and quiet time to hold this ceremony.
In the office, Mr. Jim only left the housekeeper, and drove all other security personnel and puppy legs out of the office.
The coated paper of the wooden box still smelled of grass. His thick and fat fingers stroked the box, and Jim's eyes revealed a greedy and erotic meaning.
"Yao, come here, come up and look at it with me."
The butler’s surname is Yao. This butler Yao is also Chinese. He looks about fifty years old and has a thin figure. He wears a scissor tail dress, giving people an elegant and dull feeling, and has a braid - he
Working for Jim, he was willing to sacrifice his life.
The old housekeeper stood still, holding a red towel, and asked.
"Master, you just asked me to come forward? You want me to stand with you? You want me to step on the steps? Stand right in front of the boss's desk? Is that right?"
Jim Crow: "Of course! How can you share this joy with me if you don't come over?"
The old housekeeper was cautious and asked again: "Master, let me confirm to you again that what you said is true? Are you still teasing me? What qualifications do I, a slave and a humble yellow-skinned man, have to stand with you?
In the same position?"
Mr. Jim became a little impatient and waved his thick right arm to capture this pedantic and loyal butler.
"I won't beat you with a whip! I won't ask you to take a shot. This time I am serious! I am happy from the bottom of my heart! Sullivan is dead, he died well, and his [arrow] is about to fall into
It's a happy event in my hand, and I should find a trustworthy old friend to celebrate with me!"
The old butler took the order and followed the master's instructions. He quickly stepped up the two steps and came to the boss's chair. His legs went weak and he knelt down unconsciously.
Jim asked angrily and funny: "If you don't stand up? How can you see it!? See my new baby?!"
Butler Yao knelt down and explained: "Master can take down the box... so that I can see it. But I will never be on an equal footing with the master."
Jim cursed: "You want me to bow my head? As lowly as you?!"
"No... I don't mean that." Butler Yao changed his words and tone, and asked in a more relaxed and playful tone: "I need a chair that can make me sit down when I kneel down.
I saw its chair."
Jim shouted: "What a trouble!"
Then, something unexpected happened!
As Jim Crow clasped his palms together, a shadow slowly emerged from this fat and strong body - the psychic tide caused the temperature to drop rapidly, the tablecloth became wet, and a layer of frost condensed on the wooden table.
.
If Jack Martin were present, he would definitely regard this phenomenon as the work of the spirit power.
On the other side, Butler Yao's legs stretched strangely, deformed and twisted, and turned into two slender hooves.
The strong animal feet allowed Butler Yao to see things on the table even from a kneeling position.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The master and the servant just looked at the exquisite wooden box carefully
Mr. Jim used his strong fingers to pry open the twelve nails on the wooden box, and used his fleshy palm to crush the glue that held the box together.
When doing these things, he walked on thin ice for fear of damaging the contents of the box.
After such a period of tumbling, from the middle of the box, among a pile of brackets and blades of grass, quietly lay a Samuel Colt "Wallker" revolver.
Cold metal color, shiny cylinder and hammer group.
The barrel has strong lines and the central axis has a delicate polished texture.
The smell of a little anti-rust sewing machine oil evaporating in the air.
All this made Mr. Jim reluctant to pick it up.
He was afraid that the sweat and grease from his hands would rust this delicate work of art.
In this era, when the Perfume Bottle Gang still used double-action mercury powder rifles.
Specially adjusted and improved by the Texas Ranger Captain, the revolver uses fixed-loading bullets - it is simply the dream of every western man.
"Especially this one!" Jim Crow described vividly: "In addition to the military version of firearms supplied to the state government army, I ordered this one from the boss of the weapons company. According to the palm of my hand, my
Knuckles, my everything custom-made weapon - it's science! It's advanced! It's the fastest killing weapon in the world! One shot can kill a Mexican bastard and his horse together!"
He picked up his beloved gun and explained it to the sleepy Butler Yao.
"Look at the marks of etching and pickling, the name of my first lover is written on it."
"Look at the grappling hooks. They are all made of silver. It doesn't matter even if they are stained with blood. Silver can kill viruses."
"Finally, let's look at its selling price...Yao? Yao! Are you listening?"
The old housekeeper woke up from his sleep and his eyes widened.
"Oh! Oh! Master, I'm listening! You want me to see its selling price, but I can't read English... You only allow me to speak and listen, but not to write or read. I can't even read it now.
I can only write my own name, but I can’t read the contract, let alone sign it..."
Jim Crow shouted, pointing to the price tag in the box.
"It's worth three hundred dollars!"
The old butler was shocked: "Three hundred dollars?!"
Jim nodded: "Yes! Three hundred dollars!"
Old Butler: "If the leader knows you spend so much money, he will scold you again. Master, you have to hide this gun well... It's three hundred dollars. The president has to work for ten years to get such a salary."
…”
Jim frowned: "You say it's my fault?"
The old housekeeper quickly shook his head: "That's the gun's fault."
Jim denied it: "No! It's definitely not the gun's fault, it's so beautiful! So perfect! If I couldn't afford it, it's my fault! But I bought it!"
Old housekeeper: "Is it the leader's fault..."
"Yes! Yao!" Jim squatted down, grabbed the old butler's hair with one hand, and brought the old butler's forehead close to his, "It's the leader's fault..."
The old housekeeper looked at his master in confusion.
Mr. Jim looked at the slave with firm eyes.
Jim: "It's all the leader's fault."
Old housekeeper: "He..."
Jim scolded the leader.
"He is obviously so rich, but he only gives me a small amount of activity funds every month. I can clearly see the monthly bills of the theater and the museum of curiosities, how much profit they can generate, and I have a clear account in my mind.
.But every time I want to use money to buy privileges, women, real estate, and more slaves, the leader secretly obstructs me at every turn——"
"——I originally wanted to build a [Jim Crow private army], and the newly recruited young people would either become Sullivan's students, or die in casinos and drinking tables due to various accidents."
"——In the end, only you, only you can stay by my side safely."
"——Only you, Yao, only you are a bad old man in his fifties, a slave, and a loyal old dog who can't write or read."
Butler Yao replied very apologetically: "Master, I often feel guilty for my incompetence."
Mr. Jim put his favorite gun into the holster on his side and stood up, "But it's different now."
He explained the stakes to his slaves and then gave the order.
"The leader lost his most loyal Sullivan Okopela, and also lost the [arrow] that created superpowers. This is the best opportunity in my life, Jim."
"I want you to receive Jack Martin and David Victor. No matter what the relationship between these two people is with Vincent, try to hold them back, use the best service and the best girl to keep them, and strip them naked.
Their clothes, pack all their bags, and if you find [arrows], bring them to me immediately—"
"——If they mention [arrow], kill them before the sound is spread!"
Butler Yao: "Why kill them?"
"Are you a fool?" Jim cursed: "Let the other people in the Perfume Bottle Gang know that [the arrow] is in my territory! Then I will never have a chance to kill the leader!"
Butler Yao nodded confusedly: "If you mention [arrow], kill it immediately."
"Yes!" Jim then said: "I'm going to meet Vincent. Sullivan's hat is in Vincent's hand, and the arrows must be there too! I must get the arrows before anyone else, even if one or two are broken.
It doesn't matter how injured it is, whether it's an arm or a leg..." "As long as I get it, I can fly far away, hide far away, gather a group of like-minded partners, and ask the leader for all the debts he has owed me over the years.
!I can find Lord Joshua and ask him to change his agent."
…
…
[Part2·Roulette Game]
Museum of Curiosities·Circus.
Jack was holding a handful of popcorn and had just watched a performance in which a tiger emerged from its cage and jumped through a fire ring. He squeezed out of the crowd and headed to the next entertainment spot with great satisfaction.
…
…
Museum of Curiosities·Human Zoo.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! David Victor held his shorthand notebook and stood outside the iron cage, staring indifferently at the Bondu Igorots in the cage.
He spoke very slowly, reciting various characteristics of different races. While recording silently, he recorded these characteristics in the text, striving to be completely true.
After recording, go to the next cage of Selkenan Indians and repeat the recording work.
Mr. Victor looked far into the distance and saw that there were many slaves or indigenous people of different races and colors, locked up in separate living areas, and treated like animals for people to visit.
Further away, there is a firearms company's hypermarket, which provides services for human experiments to test the lethality of firearms. The targets for shooting are also these indigenous people.
...
...
Curio Museum·Grand Casino.
Vincent placed the hat as a bet in the center of the large round table.
This gorgeous and exquisite hat attracts the attention of many gamblers.
In the eyes of punters, this yellow man should have been locked in a cage in a human zoo.
"Let's play Roulette of Death."
Mr. Vincent's goal is clear. As long as he shows this hat, the cadres of the Perfume Bottle Gang will come to him one after another.
"One bullet at a time."
Press the pistol onto the round table.
"You are not allowed to spend thousands."
The bullets lined up.
"No cheating."
Put the gold coin, stolen from Jack Martin's package.
"One gold coin, plus a hat."
Vincent glanced at the gamblers around him who were about to make a move.
"The one who is alive wins."
Immediately a shrewd gambler came up.
The gambler was in high spirits, smiling broadly, revealing the big gold braces in his mouth, almost saying: "Unfamiliar face? Does it look like a raw face?"
Vincent: "You want to bet with me?"
"Of course!" The gambler spread all the money on the table, took out an equal bet, US dollar bills equivalent to the gold coins on the table, and then added another bet, shouting slyly, "But... from now on
You go first, I will increase the bet five times, so I will use five bullets."
Without saying a word, Vincent stuffed four new bullets into the revolver, for a total of five bullets. He shook the bullet cylinder hard, and the rotating roller made a clear rustling sound - until it stopped, everyone held their breath.
Breathing, looking at the crazy Chinese, he pointed the gun at his own temple.
"Bang!--"
The gunfire scorched Vincent's hair next to his ears.
The bullet just shattered, as if it had been crushed by some strong ghost's bare hands!
"You..." The face of the gambler who followed the bet turned extremely ugly, "How dare you fucking cheat?!"
Vincent pushed the money on the table together to become the funds for the next round of betting, and then handed the gun to the gambler, "It's your turn."
The gambler who followed the bet suddenly stopped talking.
He looked at the four remaining bullets in the cylinder, and then saw the pile of banknotes and gold coins on the table. He felt an indelible feeling of pain.
He wanted to grab a gun and kill this despicable yellow man, but the enthusiastic eyes and impatient urging words of the gamblers around him made it impossible for him to do so, as if he was being put on a torture device and about to be executed.
He gritted his teeth and was reluctant to part with the gold, so he picked up the gun and turned the cylinder hard without waiting for it to stop.
——Close your eyes and leave your fate to the gods.
[Bang!--]
Fire and blood were splashed on the enthusiastic gamblers, and a life was lost.
Vincent shouted loudly and at the same time gathered his winnings from gambling in front of him.
"Next one!"
At this moment——
——Mr. Jim just caught up.
He asked the security guards to remove all irrelevant people from the venue.
He was five feet away from Vincent, sitting in the boss's seat at the gaming table.
His expression was cautious, and his brows tried to give people an affable feeling.
Jim said: "Oriental, you must be short of money."
Vincent: "No. I have only one purpose for this trip, to seek revenge from the leaders of the Perfume Bottle Gang - are you?"
Jim added: "Revenge also requires money..."
Vincent: "People traveling with me said that just today during my lunch nap, I shouted [revenge] fifty-four times and [perfume bottle] two hundred and eight times in my dream - it seems that you guys
Human scum is so attractive to me that it haunts me."
Jim: "The perfume bottle must owe you a lot of money."
Vincent: "It has nothing to do with money. I feel like I am bound by an invisible chain. If my desire for revenge is not satisfied, I will have an inexplicable hunger that forces me to take action - kill all those who persecute me."
I won’t be able to be free until my fellow countrymen have superpowers.”
When everyone leaves, all the innocent good people are gone.
"I can understand you. Vincent, you are not talented." Jim Crow said, "Freedom cannot be bought by money, but it can be sold for money."
...
...
[Real name: Jim Crow]
[Origin:???]
[Soul Power: The Beast·TheBeast]
[Destructive power:???]
[speed:???]
[Range distance:???]
[Sustainability:???]
[Precision:???]
[Growthability:???]
[Note: Jim Crow comes from "Jim Crowism" - free translation of segregation, racial discrimination. It is the name of a black character in the play created by American playwright T.D. Rice in 1828, and later gradually became
A derogatory title for black people and a synonym for the racial segregation suffered by black people. Jim Crowism got its name from this.]