As Prime Minister Agushed Negan's speech ended, the conservative elders present scattered in the hall in twos and threes and began to talk or exchange interests about what they were interested in.
The biggest supporter of the Conservative Party, Duke Negan, did not attend today's party, but his son, the future Duke Negan, Philip Negan, appeared here as a member of the Conservative Party and the chief constable of Hillston District Police. He
They have been busy suppressing the New Party forces within the Hillston Police Department and rarely appear at the Carlton Club.
Although in the eyes of the conservative bosses, a police chief is barely qualified to enter the club, there is an essential difference between Philip and a normal police chief.
These bosses who have been immersed in the political arena for many years have long tempered their skin to be thicker than the city wall, or simply lost it. They put down their airs and walked around the topics that Philip was interested in, adding a few words from time to time, using their
There is no need to flatter the identity, just let Philip remember them.
After Philip used several plans to completely bring the Hillston Police Department under the control of the Conservative Party and let Humphrey suffer a small loss, Duke Negan has already transferred part of his power to Philip. And now it is about to enter November.
, the general election will be next year, it will be difficult for Agushed to be re-elected, and there is little hope of winning the position of minority leader in the House of Commons. The Negan family must choose another supporter.
More importantly, they saw that Philip seemed to have a bad relationship with his uncle Aghid Negan.
Philip maintained a very stiff smile on his face, discussing an old topic with a few people in front of him. Ten years of military career made him very unaccustomed to this, but his upbringing since childhood would not allow him to behave rudely.
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"Everyone, I'm sorry, I may have to disturb you." The tall and thin Agushid was followed by his chief secretary, and his sharp eyes swept over the people in front of him.
His eyes had no impact at all. After all, he was just an ordinary person. The conservative elders smiled and greeted Agushed and left politely.
The smile on Philip's face was no longer stiff, it was extremely sincere. He shook the wine glass in his hand and watched the scarlet wine slide down the wall of the glass:
"Mr. Prime Minister, do you have anything to do with me?"
Agushid looked at his nephew in front of him, the wrinkles on his face squeezed together. He knew what those people were thinking, but without Philip's extremely ambiguous performance, they would not have rushed to get together.
He glanced around and saw that there was no one near the two of them. His chief secretary was not far away, leaving space for the two of them to communicate alone.
"Philip, do you have to do this?"
"How to do it? What opinions do you have on my work?" Philip had a faint smile on his face, and a look of doubt appeared on his face, but his next sentence was full of sarcasm, "But you don't seem to have guided Xi.
The powers of the Wolston Police Department.”
The Loen police are only loyal to the king and are subject to the constraints of the local police committee. In a position like Philip's, they enjoy great autonomy, especially now that the Minister of Police has retired due to illness, and the Minister of the Interior is temporarily taking over the duties.
"Do you know what I'm talking about?" Agushid's expression barely changed, and he lowered his voice, "Where is Rolls Adrian? Oravi?"
"This is confusing to me. Although he and I are friends and partners, I really don't know where he is. Is he missing? You can go to the police station to report it, but he lives in the West District. There should be a West District
The police department takes over.”
Agushed did not speak and stared at Philip. Both Agushed and Duke Negan knew very well what he had been thinking. But at the stage when the Conservative Party is facing the threat of the new party, attacking the Levitt family will only make things worse.
There is even more confusion within the Conservative Party.
"Andy Haydon is dead, and Auston Leavitt has paid his due price. Can't you wait until you inherit the title before taking action against the Leavitt family?"
Agushed knew that with Duke Negan around, Philip would not be able to have much influence on the Levitt family, but his attitude would make Agushed uncomfortable for some time in the future. Once his political career was over, a title could not be given to him.
His family continues.
"Ordinary people and extraordinary people are different."
Philip said something indifferently, which was not only an answer to Agushid's question, but also a mockery of him as just an ordinary person.
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Bayam, Xiangshu Avenue.
The dim street light casts light on the house number on the wall of the house, and the words No. 13 can be faintly seen. A man in a black cloak walked out of the shadows opposite the house. He looked at his own house and scratched his head.
He lowered his head and cursed secretly:
"Shit! What disease did I have, and I'm guarding outside? This is my home!"
Even so, Danitz did not enter the house. He could not let people associate this place with the blazing Danitz. He glanced at the room again, turned around and disappeared into the shadows.
After a while, Rawls quietly appeared on the second floor balcony of No. 15 Xiangshu Avenue, with a smile on his lips. Before leaving No. 13, he had tried his best to return everything to its original place, but he still asked Dani
I discovered something was wrong.
It seems that Daniz is barely qualified as a "hunter", but he is not careful enough, not patient enough, and has bad luck. But excluding these, what else should a "hunter" have?
He took out the mask from his money bag and put it on his face. It was time for "Hercules" Ozil to continue. He also wanted to know whether selling arms could be counted as "corrupting" the order...
…
"Squeak"
A heart-wrenching sound echoed in the room, and a wooden box on the ground that was over one meter six in length and over fifty centimeters in width was skillfully opened, revealing the wrapped metal creation.
Three navy-standard repeating rifles, ten standard revolvers, and scattered copper-cased bullets emitted the unique cold light of metal under the dim light.
Someone picked up the standard repeating rifle, skillfully dismantled the rifle, and inspected each part step by step. After finding no problems, he reassembled it and loaded the bullet, but did not fire.
Rawls looked at the man dressed as a bartender, but very familiar with the navy's standard rifles, with a smile on his face. He had consulted some people about these rifles, and they had only been installed in the navy in the past three years, but these people were so
Familiar, I'm afraid this kind of gun is also very popular among pirates!
The man dressed as a bartender checked the revolver and the bullets scattered in the wooden box again, nodded to Rawls, returned to the boss "Hercules" Ozil, and whispered a few words in his ear.
Ozer, who had only a thin layer of white hair left, had no turbidity in his light brown eyes. His bright and sharp gaze moved from the wooden box to Rawls who was wearing a mask. Although he was a little disappointed, he had no expectations.
Even though he was tall, he managed a kind smile:
"Although the serial numbers have been worn off and there has been no test firing, my firearms expert said they are all good guns that have not been used for a long time. I want these things, please give me a price."
"50 pounds."
Before Rawls came, he had already roughly known the price of this kind of smuggled arms from the information given by Philip. The price he offered was undoubtedly exaggerated, and was almost the same as a normal new gun.
"hehe."
Ozil chuckled and shook his head. He was indeed a novice, but this could just keep the price down.
"If I can pay you £50, why not buy it directly?"
"You can buy a revolver, but you can't buy a repeating rifle." Rawls' tone was a little harsh.
"No, no, no, repeating rifles are not popular here. Most adventurers only like to use revolvers. No one may want your three rifles."
"Ozzle, if that's the case, what's the difference between a sweetleaf bar and a swordfish bar?"
Although there are adventurers and bounty hunters in the Sweet Leaf Bar, most of them are pirates and their informants and liaisons. For the pirates, the range of the revolver is too far, and the repeating rifle is enough to allow them to hunt farther.
Many ships.
"That's the treatment of a big client, and you're not enough..." Ozil sat in an easy chair, hunched over, with a very casual posture. He squinted his eyes, like a rich man.
Rawls pointed at the guns and ammunition in the wooden box with his chin:
"Did I mention this is all the goods?"
"There is no difference between a few bottles and a dozen. You can only sell them one by one, unless you meet a guy who has just gone to sea or is in urgent need of replenishment..."
"A dozen? No, far more than that. I can sell you more than you think, as long as you can eat it." Rawls shook his head and said word by word.
Ozer straightened his back, his eyes piercing the masked Rawls like two sharp swords. He had always thought that the man in front of him was a novice, and his behavior also proved this guess.
First, he sent people pretending to be drunkards to explore various bars where adventurers and pirates gathered. After he saw through it, he disappeared for nearly a week. Today, he even entered the bar directly with a wooden box containing a gun. If he hadn't reacted well enough,
Quickly, have someone take him to the warehouse behind the bar. I'm afraid Bayam's navy has already razed the Sweet Leaf Bar.
Ozil has not come into contact with such people before. They are usually prostitutes in the army. They have no money to drink, smoke weed, or have in-depth communication with the girls in the Red Theater. They don’t even have the money to pay for the street girls
Can't afford it.
They are used to secretly taking away the loot after fighting and coming to Ozil to sell the stolen goods, but such opportunities are too rare. More often, they secretly resell some things in the army, including but not limited to guns, ammunition, intelligence... As long as there is no money
, there is nothing they dare not do.
Ozil is actually quite willing to make this kind of deal with these people. These policemen have enough excuses to deal with the officer, and they will not sell him. After all, this will send them to the gallows. Even if they betray him, the most is
Spend a little more money to bribe, but those who dare to do this are generally very well-educated.
I originally thought that the masked man in front of me was like this, at best an officer who was dragged into the water, but now it seems that is not the case.
Ozil thought about it for a while, then asked calmly:
"How many do you have in your hand?"
"I sold it to you, you didn't buy it from me."
"Arms are different from other things. I have to know the profit I can make in order to determine whether I need to take risks." Ozil knows that this is very dangerous. He is just a retired pirate who hosts gatherings of extraordinary people and establishes an underground trading market.
Already on the edge of the bottom line between the Church of Storms and the Navy.
But as a pirate, even a retired pirate, the blood of provoking order still flows in his veins. And he has already received the news, because the Loen armored fleet passed nearby not long ago, although there are rumors that "The King of the Five Seas"
"Nast personally sank a frigate, but panic still pervaded the pirates.
Before the formation of the armored fleet's combat power, there were many pirates who wanted to make more money, and to do this, a large number of manpower and weapons were needed. The former was okay, but the latter was not an easy task. In the past, it was
You can use your extraordinary abilities and swords to plunder, but now passenger ships are also equipped with artillery and guns, making pirates suffer a lot.
If the person in front of you really has a large number of guns, then you can make a lot of money by just making a few transactions. After that, leave the bars and underground trading markets behind and find a small town to become a rich man...
Ozil, who was occupied by beautiful plans and inner greed, looked at Rawls with a fiery look, and his tone became more familiar:
"I can accept your goods, but I need time to contact people. These things cannot stay in my hands for too long, otherwise they will be dangerous."
Rawls' expression under the mask was a little strange, but he still pretended to be hesitant and reluctantly agreed.
Ozil saw that Rawls agreed, and the wrinkles on his face squeezed together:
"In addition, I must know how much you can provide me at one time, so that I can contact the right customers. I don't know if I am your only seller, but this kind of thing is not suitable for small quantities and many times.
It’s safer for you and me.”
"I have to say, you are a good buyer."
Rawls was naturally very happy with someone who thought about himself so much. He adjusted his mask:
"The goods I have now are enough for 100 people. There will be goods coming in the future, but it will take time, at least a week. If it is shipped, it can equip 500 people."
Philip prepared far more arms for him, but too much would arouse Ozil's suspicion.
"No problem, I also need time to contact the client." Ozil did not hesitate. After completing this transaction, he can earn at least two thousand pounds, which is a pure profit.
Rawls nodded, walked to the wooden box containing the weapons, kicked it lightly with his left foot, and the wooden box weighing more than ten kilograms rubbed against the ground, and arrived at Ozil's feet in the blink of an eye.
"These are considered gifts."
Ozil and the man dressed as the bartender fell on the wooden box, and then looked up to find that the man had disappeared.
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Not far outside the bar, Rawls took off his mask, and the corners of his mouth became wider and wider. Although it was only a little bit, he could feel that part of the potion was digested, just after Ozil agreed to the deal.