old dream

Chapter 159 The Stade Institute

The bloody and terrifying expansion did not stop for a moment.

The lieutenant's men rushed into the territory of the Anhe gang brazenly, hiding the murderous "typewriter" under their bulging windbreakers.Bright gunfire rang out in one speakeasy after another with the sound of glass cracking.

On the map hanging in Colin's bedroom, more and more plots began to be dyed the lieutenant's color.The organization he personally designed has become an automatic violent machine, full of energy and ambition, and it is bound to swallow the entire northern part of Stade.

"Time to give this a name," Benedict suggested to Colin:

"Now there are always some people who are having a headache as to what to call us."

Today, they already need a public identity.

"...The name of the organization?"

Ke Lin was in a daze for a moment. Half a month ago, he really hadn't considered what this organization should be called.

But an organization name does convey a lot to outsiders.

Using a leader title like "Lieutenant" to refer to the organization is somewhat reminiscent of those low-level Anhe local gangs: a desperate leader, and a dozen or twenty bums who follow him.

And if they call themselves "the so-and-so family", it implies that this is a sincilian underground kingdom.It is bound by ethnic group and blood, has strict rules, and extremely excludes other ethnic groups.

But this is not the impression Colin wants to give others.So he thought for a long time before deciding what he needed, and told Benedict the tentative name:
"The Stade Institute," said Colin.

"If anyone asks who we are in the future, tell him: 'The Stade Institute'."

Luca Chestaro had great expectations: an organization that is not restricted by the old ethnic concepts and is established in a way that is more suitable for this era.This is where the idea of ​​the "Stade Institute" comes from in Colin's mind.

Unexpectedly, because of the excessive conservatism of the five patriarchs, now, instead, he created it by himself.

"The Stade Institute."

Benedict chewed repeatedly, feeling the ambition of Heinrich in this name.

The lieutenant did not intend to build a "sixth hand" in the old city at all, but wanted to turn the history of the sincilian underground kingdom completely.

"Will this name make people in the south feel provocative..." Benedict asked cautiously.

After all, calling himself like this faintly reveals a posture of wanting to rule the entire Stade.

"If we don't provoke, will the five hands let us grow?" Colin let out a deep laugh through the terrifying mask.

"No," Benedict replied.

Anyone would be horrified by this rate of expansion.Before most people come back to their senses, they have already thrown the fragile balance.

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In the corners of the streets and alleys of the old city, some sneaky bootleggers began to appear.

Because of the lure of huge profits, many flower girls began to hide wine bottles under their short skirts.In some ordinary shops, there are hidden compartments for storing wine under the counter.

As more and more people return to the drinking habit, this huge contraband market is slowly waking up.Prohibition violations are no longer confined to the dark corners of speakeasies; they are peering down the streets and into the depths of apartment buildings, trying to infiltrate everyone's lives.

Outside a deep and secluded old mansion, the narrow stone steps seem to extend endlessly.Colin and Giovanni nearly run into a newspaper delivery boy.After stepping aside in a bit of haste, Colin subconsciously paid attention to the back of the boy's suit. The small bag in which he held the newspaper was a bit unnaturally heavy.

Inside, there should be a few small bottles of whiskey.And now the only person who can provide him with supplies is himself.

Since you can deliver newspapers, you can also deliver other things.Earning some extra money to subsidize the family is good for everyone.

More and more people in the old city began to work indirectly for the Stade institutions.These inconspicuous people like ants walk through countless places in the city day and night.

At the beginning, Colin did not expect that these people would gradually become his impenetrable eyeliner.

When bits and pieces of irrelevant information gather together, they will gather into sand dunes.

Yesterday, a milkman reported an abnormality in an old house here.After Giovanni's reconnaissance, it was confirmed that the extraordinary person they were looking for was hiding here.

That is, one of the three agents that Colin declared to be executed.

"Red Star, the first lineage."

Giovanni uttered this information as if he were reading the classification label of a commodity.

The first lineage, that is, people who mainly obtain resources through the imaginary world.

Colin nodded.There is a fence on the other side of the stone steps, which wraps around a small flowerbed.The small cast-iron door is no more than waist-high, with leaf-shaped floral decorations carved out of the ironwork, and a heavy and ugly lock hanging on it.

Without warning, the lock began to vibrate, and there was a sound of metal deformation inside, and then it broke with a clang.

From the fallen section, it can be seen that the originally precise lock cylinder has been twisted by unknown hard extrusion.

The small but heavy iron door lost its restraint and opened slowly amidst the creaking sound of rust.

Colin stepped up the stone steps of the garden and glanced at Giovanni again.

The latter raised his chin, as if he didn't intend to follow.

Colin turned his head and walked towards the main entrance of Heitan alone.There was another clang, and the door was opened.

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The structure and style of this old old house are somewhat similar to my uncle's mansion.Perhaps the atmosphere of life here is stronger, but there is also a dilapidated and deserted atmosphere.

Delicate furnishings, underwear, and dishes with food left behind were thrown away in a mess.The wallpaper in some corners was peeled off, and the fungus that had not seen the sun for a long time stained the bare walls with large patches of mildew.

Colin walked along the shadows, silently activated materialization in the hearth.There was an abnormal sound like an arthropod shedding its shell.Messy and indescribable biological tissues grew out of thin air, barely forming a plane.

They have no neural connections or formed muscles to even move.But it grows forward with Colin's steps, protecting his body.But less than two meters behind Ke Lin, these tissues had rotted and fell to the ground, turned into some kind of liquid, and then disappeared.

In front of the first category of wizards, material protection doesn't make much sense.This is just to prevent the other party from holding a firearm.

As a result, after entering the living room, Colin saw the agent, an old man, sitting on an armchair with his eyes open, but did not respond to the appearance of the intruder.

Colin immediately realized that this person was wandering in the void.

The limbs of the Shuttle Demon spurt away, and condensed into real spines in mid-air.The howling sound was extremely short, because the moment it sounded, the thorns had already penetrated into the opponent's body.

Then at the next moment, Colin cut off the Lingsu connection decisively.

A muffled grunt escaped from the agent's throat. Because of the severe pain, his empty eyeballs began to roll, as if he had just seen Colin's presence.

He must be terrified, why did this person find this place, and why did he appear at the moment when he was most defenseless.

His heart convulsed in severe pain, and his body seemed to no longer belong to him, but his consciousness could still be maintained for a while.

The thorn pierced his chest precisely, but now it suddenly turned into a puddle of dirty liquid.

Because with a crisp finger snap, Colin had already performed the zeroing ceremony.

The agent clearly didn't want to die, even if he couldn't pull the trigger on the ritual.Before dying, he will carry out the most severe revenge.

Colin stepped back while staring at the other party, not daring to miss any details.

The good news is that if the opponent can no longer pull the trigger of the ritual, at least they can no longer use the material-binding ritual.

While he was thinking this way, an extremely cold feeling passed over him, like the unexplained shivering in the middle of the night, the touch of countless dead souls.

But Colin couldn't see anything, because his consciousness had already retreated to the origin of matter.

This was an extremely powerful spiritual attack. If Colin could image it, he would definitely be able to see a frightening sight.

If the shuttle demon is still in front of him, even it is very likely to suffer heavy injuries.

This should be an incomparably stunning blow in a desperate situation.

Unfortunately, no one understands.

Because of the existence of the frequency limit, most spiritual attacks can be avoided by using Zero Return.

But even so, Colin still felt a cold hand sneaking in from the gap in the shell of the heart.As a result, the torch-like intention flickered, and in an instant, more than half of the abundance of life had already fallen.

But the danger was soon over.

Colin had already withdrawn from the gloomy living room, and as if to leave the terror in place, he closed the door smoothly.

No sound leaked from the crack of the door.

The old man is still sitting in the armchair, lost forever.

(End of this chapter)