The new owner of the hotel is a local gang boss. When the rebels came to Daguerre City, he was one of the few who led the way. Naturally, he turned into the deputy mayor, and then trampled under his feet the powerful people he only dared to look up to.
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This hotel became a place frequented by rebel leaders, where they had fun and had fun.
At the same time, this is also where various black market transactions take place, such as wine, cigars, opium, and all kinds of news that are in short supply.
Bill had a wonderful meal in the restaurant. All the food you want can be provided here. After the meal, Bill returned to his room. As one of the successful people, he had a special suite here.
Two young ladies filed in, bringing two bottles of wine.
The wine juice is poured into the tall glass, and under the candlelight it appears crystal clear, just like a rose.
But the more Bill drank, the more sober he became. He roughly stripped them naked, threw them on the bed, and indulged in their flattering teasing.
When the joy was over, Bill threw a bag of gold coins and drove the female companion out ruthlessly. It was not yet 10 o'clock in the evening, and the nightlife in Daguerre City had just begun. On the eve of the decisive battle, everyone was partying.
Drunken life and dreaming of death.
Bill suddenly jumped up from the bed, washed his face with cold water in the bathroom, and quickly cleaned up.
He put on a dark coat, a cloak, a wide-brimmed hat, and then pinned a copper badge on his chest - which was equivalent to a passport.
Putting the dagger into the concealed holster in his boot, he stepped on the chair and took out a package from the top of the cupboard, which contained two pistols and fixed ammunition.
He stuffed one of the pistols under his arm, took some more bullets, and then walked out of the room.
He did not go to the front. At the end of the corridor of the room was a staircase, which was usually the passage used by waiters. From here, he went downstairs, walked around the front of the hotel to the front yard, and left the hotel.
It's very cold outside, and tiny snowflakes seem to be floating in the night sky, falling on people's faces, making them feel cold.
It may snow tonight.
Bill avoided the main roads and walked exclusively on small streets. Even so, he encountered several patrollers.
Obviously, many people recognize his impressive face. Killer Bill is his nickname. It is rumored that Bill has killed many people in the past and is wanted by the government.
After passing several inspections, Bill came to the back of a church. Most of this Catholic church had been demolished, the bricks and stones were turned into materials for building fortifications, and the wood and furniture were used as fuel.
Most of the top leaders of the rebels are from the True God Party. This party originated from the True God Religion and was once an extremist organization in the True God Religion. Although the Pope of the True God Religion has long declared the True God Party to be a rebel party, when they gain power, they will naturally not let go.
Become a Catholic.
Bill, the contractor, personally led the demolition of this church.
Bill stood motionless in the dark corner. From his perspective, he could observe movement coming from any direction.
After waiting for about five minutes, he pretended to squat down to check the shoelaces, then lifted up a stone slab at his feet and suddenly disappeared.
It was precisely because he personally led people to demolish the church that he was familiar with it. Through the sewer, he came to the only remaining building in the church, which was a bell tower. The pointed roof had disappeared.
Fei, the original big copper bell there has long been turned into a bronze cannon.
Bill carefully lay down on the highest point, took out a monocular telescope from his arms, and looked at a building in the northwest corner of the city. It was originally a warehouse of the Daguerre trader. The warehouse was adjacent to the city wall. Bill was there during the day.
A group of laborers were supervised on the city wall there.
If it was daytime, he could clearly see the plants and trees there. However, it was very quiet during the day and Bill didn't see anyone coming in or out. But he was not allowed to get close. He heard that it was a rebel arsenal and there were heavy troops guarding it.
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Very mysterious.
But at this night, he could only see figures shaking in the light.
Those figures were very tall, and they seemed to be practicing. After counting, there were about three hundred figures. These people were so mysterious that they lay dormant during the day and only appeared at night.
They seemed to be wearing metal armor because the light reflected in the light.
Bill was thoughtful. He didn't stay in the hiding place for too long. He only stayed for ten minutes before quickly returning the same way and then appearing in a tavern not far from his residence.
The tavern smelled of smoke, alcohol, tobacco and various perfumes. The doors and windows were closed because of the heating. The body odor and the bad breath of some individuals were all mixed together.
Bill couldn't help but sneeze a lot.
"Bill, don't get sick. Medicines are very expensive." The person who spoke was a broker named Mark Wheeler.
This is a relatively open-minded person, because when the rebels started an uprising in San Nuve at the beginning of the year, he got mixed up with the rebels, and he was one of the rebels' "one of their own."
He made money by acting as a "financial advisor" to rebel leaders, large and small. He made a lot of money by cashing in the belongings of rebel leaders who had robbed their homes.
Now, he was trapped. In fact, everyone who cooperated with the rebels was trapped, and no one was allowed to leave the city.
But that doesn't mean these people will sit back and wait for death.
"Mr. Wheeler, everyone in the city has died of illness, but I won't get sick. My life is harder than iron and tougher than weeds. I have died many times." Bill smiled, "How about you?"
A glass of wine, my treat."
"Thank you very much." Mark Wheeler said, "But if you want to get permission to leave the city, you don't have to tell me. In fact, I met at least ten guys tonight who wanted to try their luck at my place. To be honest.
Well, I can't even leave the city."
"Haha, you misunderstood." Bill laughed and said in a low voice, "I just want a way to save my life. I believe Mr. Wheeler will have a way. If someone from outside the city breaks in, I can
I don’t want to lose my life…”
Mark Wheeler was reserved for a moment: "How much can you offer?"
"What's your price?" Bill asked.
Mark Wheeler held out a palm, which represented five thousand louis, not five hundred louis.
Bill's expression changed, and he seemed to be making a difficult choice. This was by no means a small sum.
Mark Wheeler was holding a glass of wine and flirting with several women who were showing off in the arms of other men, as if he didn't care about Bill's existence.
He has made several such deals tonight, and his clients even include the upper echelons of the Free Army. It is foolish for those upstarts to still stick to their wallets at this time.
"Okay, Mr. Wheeler, that's the price. You know my nickname..."
"Killer Bill? Haha, Bill, you are threatening me. You have to know that in Daguerre City, I have always had a very high reputation and I am an upright person. Don't worry, I will definitely do what I say." Mark Wheeler said. .
"I'm curious, are you afraid that the Free Army people will know about your collusion with people outside the city?" Bill said, "They hanged at least twenty spies today. I can guarantee that these twenty people died unjustly. "
"This is my business. Bill, you have to believe in the power of money. If the power is not enough, it must be that the amount of money is not enough." Mark Wheeler gave him an inscrutable look, "I can't give you away. Go out, but there is definitely a way for you to survive. When the war is over, no matter who wins, you will suddenly become a rich man. Well, maybe you also need an identity certificate that can withstand interrogation. This certificate even includes you. Consider Daguerre’s tax payment records for the past ten years.”
"These five thousand gold louis have almost killed me." Bill sighed, "I can't earn much by working as a contractor and occasionally earning some extra money."
Mark Wheeler didn't believe it at all. Bill laughed at himself:
"I want the identity certificate of Saint Nuve. You know, almost everyone knows my face. I think if the Free Army is defeated, I can get out with this certificate. No one will know me when I get to Saint Nuve." .”
"One thousand gold louis. A total of six thousand gold louis." Mark Wheeler said, "The identification certificate can be sent to your room tomorrow afternoon."
"make a deal!"
After taking a sip of wine, Bill said again:
"I have taken a fancy to a property and am very interested in it. You know, the cheapest thing now is real estate, and I know you have the title deed there."
"It seems that you are very rich. Which piece of real estate have you chosen?" Mark Wheeler asked.
"It's the warehouse area in the northwest corner. I think this area can be transformed into shops and residences in the future," Bill said.
"Oh?" Mark Wheeler was a little surprised. He got it from the original owner because the original owner was suspected of "trailing" the Free Army. In order to save his life, the original owner gave it to him almost for free, with all the procedures.
Mark Wheeler has a lot of such real estate in his hands, so much so that he has almost forgotten about it. He is worried about these real estates because they cannot be realized.
"No problem. As a businessman who values credibility, I declare in advance that the place was requisitioned by the Free Army. God knows when it will be returned to me." Mark Wheeler shrugged, "I have other properties on hand, you can consider it. one time."
"It was requisitioned?" Bill looked surprised. "Although some people said it was an arsenal, I worked on the city wall during the day and didn't see anyone coming in or out. I thought it had been idle, so I came to see you."
"I'm not sure about this. There should be a lot of people there, because my men have to send a lot of food there every day, especially meat, which is enough for at least a thousand people. Now that I'm surrounded, I can't get fresh food. , I can only get dried meat. In extraordinary times, they don’t seem to care about this with me." Mark Wheeler said.
Bill had just spied on the place. There were about three hundred people there, but they had to eat meat for a thousand people. Those people were not ordinary people, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.
"Forget it then," Bill said, "I don't want to cause trouble for myself."
"It's a pity!" Mark Wheeler shrugged indifferently.
Bill chatted with the broker for a few words and was about to leave, but the broker whispered:
"From December 25th, you stay in the room from 10 to 12 o'clock every night and don't go anywhere. I will give you accurate information at any time."
"Why is it December 25th?" Bill asked curiously.
The broker smiled mysteriously, and Bill understood immediately.
When we walked out of the tavern, snowflakes had already begun to fall in the night sky, and many people would probably freeze to death again tonight.