Fimbull Pier is located on the Thames River. It was bombed during World War I. It was rumored that it was going to be rebuilt, but there has been no movement until now. A row of stairs was built at the pier at odd hours, only for the transportation of lighter goods, and it can still be seen during the day.
Busy people will be deserted at night.
The pier at midnight is a corner where crime breeds. Cigarette sales, gang transactions, murders, and all kinds of imaginable and unimaginable illegal and criminal incidents occur one after another. People have become accustomed to it. Very few citizens will pass by during this time period.
Not even that, people prefer to take the long way around to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Finbul Wharf is a public place during the day. Anyone can come here. It doesn't matter whether you are working to make money or loading goods at the wharf. No one will care about you, and there will be no robbery. It is so safe that you can't imagine it.
All other areas in the city must be safe.
But when night falls, this place will be controlled by the "thug gang" of gangs in this area. It used to be a gathering place for "retail investors". There was no gang coverage, only some drug dealers, women working for women, and selling stolen goods after robberies. Half a year ago
, I don’t know where this came from.
The gangsters called the "Thug Party", with their ruthless tactics, quickly took control of the area around Fimbull Pier. They regarded the Pier as their own private territory at night, and no outside forces were allowed to enter. However, they never showed up during the day.
It's as if the body doesn't exist.
The "Thug Party" took over Fimbull Pier at night. All people who carry out illegal and criminal activities here must pay an unspecified venue fee to the "Thug Party" members. If both parties fight to death, they will have to pay a fine. You will also have to pay a fine every week based on your
"Business" collects taxes. Anyway, as long as you pay all the money you should pay, no one will care about you if you are in the red light district at the dock, and they will help you clean up.
Of course, if you violate the rules set by the "Thug Party", you will have to bear the wrath of these desperadoes. In the first three months, people kept trying to challenge the authority of the "Thug Party", and the result was that the next evening, in public
Hanged to death by a wire rope on a winch. After a period of bloody suppression, except for some idle gangsters who left the area, those small groups with gangs all recognized their status as a "thug party". Anyway, as long as they make money
That’s great, who can have trouble with money?
The existence of the "Thug Party" is not to say that there are no benefits. The police have not harassed Fimbull Pier at night for half a year. Perhaps the police and the top leaders of the "Thug Party" have reached some unknown agreement. Even other
The gangs no longer come to encroach on the interests of the dock, and more often they only transport goods here.
No matter what happened here the night before, even if a large number of deaths occurred in fighting, it will be "restored as before" before dawn the next day, without attracting people's attention and affecting the normal operation of the dock.
Tonight is a special case. The entire Finbul Pier has been booked. The usually vicious villains have all stopped and obediently gave themselves a holiday, or went to other places to carry out their unfinished "things".
There are countless guards armed with firearms hidden at Finbul Pier tonight. No matter which direction you enter the pier, you will be closely watched in secret, and all suspicious people in the surrounding area will be alerted. The level of security is comparable to that of the police when it was first established.
hall.
All entering carriages are secretly monitored and recorded by guards. How many people get off the carriage, what clothes they are wearing, the characteristics of the people wearing black robes, and the numbers displayed in the hidden corners of the black robes are recorded one by one.
case to ensure the smooth and safe conduct of the black market.
Chu Long and his carriage slowly entered Finbul Pier along with many carriages. The horses neighed and the carriage gradually stopped as the horses stopped.
"It seems that we have arrived at our destination."
Chu Long felt the carriage stop moving, looked at Selina opposite and said.
"Yes! Chu, it's time for us to get off the car." Selina said.
Chu Long opened the door of the carriage, and a cool breeze with moisture rushed towards him. He took a deep breath, got out of the carriage, stood by the carriage and stretched out his hand, letting Selina help him walk.
Get off the carriage.
The gentlemanly etiquette of the British Empire is world-renowned. Almost all countries that have had contact with Britain know that the etiquette of this country is very important. Help the lady to open and close the car door; help the lady to carry the suitcase; always remember the saying "ladies first"; politely thank you for it.
People who serve; never forget to maintain a gentlemanly manner. This is the deep impression this country has left on foreigners.
When he was a child, his parents taught Aldridge a lot about etiquette, which had a profound impact on him.
"Thanks!"
Selina stretched out her hand and put it on Chu Long's outstretched hand, and slowly stepped out of the carriage.
Fimbull Wharf covers an area of 27 acres. The original area was not that large. Due to World War I, many buildings around the port were damaged and ruins were everywhere. Later, some traders raised funds to clear out an area. During gang transactions, they were suspected of
To get in the way, a small area was cleared again. There are now 27 acres because the "thug party" cleared the ruins again in order to expand "economic benefits" after taking over, and nearly 90% of the area was cleared.
Chu Long and Selina got off the carriage and looked at the Finbul Pier in front of them. Neither of them had been here before, but it was conceivable that the pier at night would not be as busy as in front of them.
Movable wooden houses, oversized "tents", street stalls, all the movable "buildings" you can imagine in this era are available throughout the dock. Even on the black market, they even rented their newly built buildings from the "Thug Party"
The "office building" serves as the auction house.
The only thing that can prove their existence in Fimbull Wharf during the day is this "office building". During the day, except for the homeless people who were called to look at the door, there are no more people in this office building. To the outside world, this office building is said to be a French family.
Built to park their goods.
One carriage after another delivered customers like Chu Long and Selina to their destinations, then turned the carriages around and headed back the way they came, without any intention of stopping.
There are already many people trading on the dock. People who come to the black market do not necessarily want to buy anything. Some of them come to the black market to sell their shady items or ① "black goods". The items can be sold directly.
The organizer can also trade it by barter. Of course, more often people will choose to pay the venue fee to the black market and sell it by setting up stalls.
Of course, sometimes, there will be some priceless treasures or precious information brought to the black market. At this time, it cannot be sold at a stall. In order to maximize profits, it can be sold to the black market auction house or directly to the organizer.
The traders in the black market include not only London locals, but also businessmen from remote areas, and even many foreign businessmen. Compared with the outside market, the market here is much more lively.
"Five M1890s, bundled!"
"Sir, may I ask how much it costs?"
"Let's talk inside."
A conversation reached the ears of Chu Long and others. Most of those who had not immediately rushed to the black market so far were visiting the black market for the first time and were a little shocked by the scene in front of them.
A stall not far from Chu Long and the others was filled with various rifles, and a large tent was set up behind them, which could accommodate four or five people at the same time. A dark-skinned foreigner spoke with an authentic British accent.
His goods are sold on the street stalls.
Looking from a distance, there are all kinds of street stalls like this, some with tents behind them; some are just stalls there, selling not many items, and more goods are stored in other places on the dock.
"'Little Pineapples' are 15 pounds each, and 140 pounds for ten. Come quickly if you want them."
"Flame thrower, let's talk if you need it."
"Fresh blood, if you want it, we can talk inside."
"There is only the last bottle of penicillin left, single pills are sold, the whole bottle is not sold."
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Everything is available as far as the eye can see. Everything you want can be found on the black market. There is nothing you can't think of. There is nothing the black market doesn't have. Maybe it's not available this time, but next time what you want will appear.
The black market can meet the needs of most people. Even if the thing you want to buy seems abnormal, just like if someone wants to buy living blood, someone will help you bleed it on the spot; some people like to collect decorations made from various bones.
Some people simply like corpses. Of course, they are not ordinary corpses, but corpses that have been stored in ancient tombs for hundreds or thousands of years and have not decayed. In short, they are the only ones you have never seen. There is nothing that does not appear.
To be honest, visiting the black market is really enlightening. You can really open your eyes to things that you have never seen or even heard of in your daily life.
Looking at the black market in front of me, it is not much different from the black market in my memory. It cannot be said that compared with other worlds, it is not much different from the countries I visited when I was a child. The only thing is that it is clean. Maybe this is the capital.
The reason is that as far as I can see now, at least the environment is clean and not dirty.
When Aldrich was a child, he followed his parents around the country and never saw anyone on the ship. Except for the fact that he was not allowed to "contact" the opposite sex when he was young, he rarely saw anyone on the ship, and he never saw anyone.
Passed.
When he was a child, there were always uncles and aunts on the ship who would take him off the ship to play, and sometimes "bad" crew members would take him to the black market. This gave Aldrich a lot of knowledge, and these memories were accompanied by "fusion"
, Chu Long also remembered it.
Chu Long and others walked towards the black market. They were dazzled along the way, buying and selling all kinds of strange and weird items. From time to time, one or two people would recommend their own products to the customers.
While walking, Chu Long inadvertently turned around and saw that Selina beside him disappeared. He turned around and walked towards the way he came. He searched for her but couldn't find her. He guessed that Selina had something to do and it was not convenient for him.
Beside him, he walked away quietly.
Chu Long came to the black market to inquire about information and hire someone to "pick up" the gemstone necklace. He did not come here to have an affair or pick up girls.
Since Selina left without saying goodbye, she didn't have to look for the other party. It was better to quickly find the "businessman" who specialized in information. It would be bad to delay the official business. Thinking in her heart, she quickened her pace and walked towards the depths of the dock.
①Black goods: Items obtained through improper means, that is, stolen goods; items that cannot be sold on the market.”