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He circled around and parked his car between two buildings, got out and took out a police light from the trunk and placed it on the roof.

In the Flower Kingdom, you cannot park anywhere except in a parking lot. Especially as he was driving along, he found that this community was a mixed bag and did not seem to have a good security situation. Although he was not worried about the electronic system of the car being pried open by people of this time and space, he was worried about his tires being removed and stolen... After all, this was the Flower Kingdom of the 1980s, so he took a precautionary measure.

Then, taking the opportunity to turn around and walk into the corridor, he activated the black gem ring, and his figure disappeared abruptly in the empty corridor.

When she came out from the other side, she happened to see Merry in casual clothes, but she could vaguely see the holster under her vest. When she walked out of the parking lot, a strong black man sitting at the entrance of the store wanted to stand up, but she pushed him back into the chair.

"Stay still and don't cause trouble!"

Like a bully, Merry made a pistol shape with his thumb and index finger and pointed at the black man.

He kicked open the small door on the entrance gate and walked in with arrogance.

After she entered, the black man stood up, took out a walkie-talkie from his waist, and reported something in a low voice with an angry look but unable to speak. It seemed that he knew Meili.

When Lucas went out, he deliberately changed into soft-soled sneakers so that he could walk almost silently.

He usually only used sulfur soap to bathe, which had no special smell. He also walked into the small door without the black man noticing. Before entering, he looked up at the rusty sign above his head:

Dad... pawn shop?

It seems to be a long-established pawn shop?

A cool breeze hit me in the air. The place was very spacious. The huge venue was filled with all kinds of old things, including a piano, old books, furniture with peeling paint, and old machines that looked well-maintained but had unknown uses.

Although the various old items were displayed in a somewhat messy manner, the venue was very clean.

Merry's powerful voice came from the end, and with the blessing of space, it had a bit more echo.

"…It doesn't matter if you don't know me, but if you don't want to be punished by your own big daddy and have your body cut into pieces and sunk to Cape Cod, put away your gun and get the fuck out of my way! Fuxk off!! Get out of my way!!!"

She yelled the last few words.

"Wow, this woman is such a ferocious one," Lucas couldn't help but complain in his heart when he saw this scene.

In front of a wooden cubicle lined with glass, two burly bodyguards blocked her way again, but after she almost hit him in the face and greeted him with sweet words, the black man was obviously confused. On the other side, the older white man, like the black man at the door, seemed to know Merry, and pulled his companion aside.

But he wanted to say something, but Merry didn't give him time to speak. He pushed open the wooden door of the compartment, entered, and slammed it with his backhand. There was a loud bang, which made people worry that the glass on the door would be shattered.

The wooden frame structure of the partition was not soundproof. When Merry entered and saw the real owner, he was still very angry. He questioned a white-haired black old man sitting at the desk inside with a voice so loud that it almost lifted the roof.

"What do you mean!? Why are you following my people!??"

With a bang, Lucas saw the brown paper bag he gave to Meili yesterday thrown by her on the solid wooden table in front of the black old man.

Lucas' attention was not on the compartment, but he first observed the black and white evil spirits outside.

Regardless of whether they were black or white, both of them had well-developed trapezius muscles and thick arms. They wore white shirts and overalls, with the sleeves of their shirts rolled up to their elbows. Just inside the elbow, one could see the same tattoo that Merry had pointed out yesterday.

Both men had guns under their arms, but neither had any intention of drawing them.

The black man was pulled away by the white man, as if he didn't want to get involved in the quarrel in the cubicle...Merry's one-sided roar.

Seeing this, Lucas knew that everything was under control just as Merry said yesterday. He was invisible and tiptoed towards the compartment.

I just happened to see the black old man opening the brown paper bag. After seeing the photo he printed out inside, he suddenly realized something and spoke in a calm tone, or in the image and voice of Modern Freeman:

"Oh, you're talking about this, is this person yours? I'm just very interested in his recent huge wealth..."

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If it was just out of consideration for Merry's safety, even though he had been in the cargo hold for less than two minutes and had heard no more than ten sentences of conversation, Lucas thought he could leave.

Because it is clear which side is in an advantageous position.

However, he has always been a cautious person, so he squatted patiently in the corner of the wall and continued to monitor.

"...I don't care what excuses or reasons you have. I don't care. When you were tracking down that batch of gold, you should have seen my signature, but you still chose to send someone to do it. Lucas is my man. If you touch him, it's like touching me. I swear in the name of my father. I can even sacrifice my father's reputation. Anyway, he is already a dead man, but I can send you and your so-called children to prison for life!"

"...I didn't send anyone to do it, I just...had someone keep an eye on him, that's all."

"

Don't play dumb with me! What do you think I have been doing for the past twenty years? Targeting people is just the first step. When the situation develops to the next step, I will lead the anti-gang police in the whole state to overturn your rat's nest! ! "

Merry continued to roar, behaving like a grumpy old lady in menopause... She was indeed in menopause and had a very bad temper. Although there was no other person present except Lucas, this roaring performance of Ma Shizhu made Lucas feel a little embarrassed.

But on the other hand, he felt secretly relieved in his heart...Merry really treated him as his own.

This was also the reason why he accepted her invitation and arrangement and settled in Dongcheng Town.

"How do you say it in the flower country way, "that's my Girl!? But she is an aunt, so it's "that's my aunt"!"

"That's my bigmother...?" 』

The black old man remained polite and restrained, and even the smile on his face never changed. It seems that Meri's background is indeed not to be underestimated... or her deceased father once had great power, which forced the old man to remain polite and restrained.

From the conversation between the two, Lucas speculated that the black old man had some leverage over Merry, and the source of this leverage was Merry's deceased father, and it was likely a leverage that would hurt both sides, so Merry didn't want to use it easily.

"...I really just sent someone to keep an eye on him. Now I know that this person is really important to you. You need to tell me what your relationship is..."

At this point, the black old man's expression was a little subtle. He gave Meili a signal and asked tentatively: "He... is your little wolfdog, no no no, lover or something like that?"

Merry was stunned, and then he broke his defense. He wiped his face with his hand, "Walter!? No!! He is not my, my, my little wolf... Fuck! He and I are serious friends, but he saved my life and Hope's life, he is family!! Lumberjack!! Not a little wolfdog, what on earth are you thinking about, Dad! "

"Hmm? Dad?"

From this address, Lucas further confirmed his guess, so her safety should not be a problem.

"OK, I understand (dog head)"

The "dog head" was made up by Lucas, as he always felt that the black old man's expression was meaningful.

"But, you know, this is not how we operate. If it were just me, I would have given up on the Asian man named Lucas when I saw your signature. And I believe you also know that if it were my people, you and Lucas would be prepared for everything, but this might not be the case for others."

Hearing the black old man say this, Merry was stunned again. After he finished speaking, Merry also reacted and asked:

"You mean to say that the action against Lucas was not originally initiated by you?"

The black old man raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly.

"Who is it? Johnson? Ganlandry? Jefferson?"

Based on Merry's understanding of the black old man, his current identity is limited by his skin color, so he cannot be like the white man Ansa, who can wash himself clean and transform himself into a politician. Ordinary gangsters can hardly shake his position, let alone get him to do things.

"It's not them, but you can also say it's all them. We have to give an explanation to the outside world, right?"

The old black man was very secretive, or perhaps pretending to be profound, which once again gave Lucas, who was watching, the feeling of "this is a modern Freeman".

……

“Everything that exists leaves traces.”

"Unless we don't sell this batch of gold, there will definitely be traces that can be traced."

"You are a police officer, you should know this very well."

"You don't want your peaceful life to be disrupted, and neither do I, so we have to come up with a complete solution."

"A true lie is not all lies. The most successful lie is 99% truth and 1% of false clues that are in our favor."

Merry suddenly recalled a conversation they had at her house a year ago, when Lucas decided to sell the gold.

When he looked at "Modern Freeman" again, there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

Black old man: “???”

This time it was his turn to be confused.

……

After Merry and another visitor left, "Modern Freeman", holding a cigar in his mouth, stood up and walked outside the wooden office. He found an old book with a mottled cover on a bookshelf where old books were neatly stacked.

Of course, the other visitor was very cautious and did not leave him an emotional warning or anything. From beginning to end, he did not know that such a visitor existed in his territory.

The cover of the old book has been worn to the point where the title can no longer be seen, and the paper has turned a little yellow, looking quite old.

However, the content of the book was well preserved. After taking it back to the office, the black old man read it carefully while smoking a cigarette.

In 1921, a Frenchman named "Christophe Argent" survived from a "fog land" in the southwestern France and brought back the largest blue diamond in the world to date. At that time, not only did the Flower Kingdom of America have the "President Hugh Act", but the whole of Europe also had similar legal provisions.

So this Frenchman became rich overnight and gained unimaginable wealth.

However, although this blue diamond, which was later named "The Star of the Emperor", was 30% his personal property, it was no longer his personal property once it was traded. According to the French tax regulations at the time, the French government levied a % transaction tax on him.

Generally, people who suddenly become rich like him would lose their ambition or normal lifestyle due to the drastic change in their wealth status, such as indulging in brutal consumption and extravagance. However, this is not the case with Mr. Christopher Argent.

In addition to using part of the money to improve his family's living conditions, he did not choose to become a decadent rich man. Instead, he went around conducting activities and recruiting, intending to organize an expedition team to once again enter the "Misty Realm" to explore and seek the treasure there.

According to the information revealed by Argent's family afterwards, Christopher discovered a mine full of gems in the "Misty Realm". The "Star of the Pope" was just a very ordinary gem he found inside, which was large and heavy enough to be carried. Gems larger than the "Star of the Pope" could be found everywhere in the mine.

This was his biggest motivation for organizing an expedition team to enter the "Misty Realm" again.

It was only a few years after the end of World War I, and the entire European continent was filled with veterans living in poverty. This kind of private expedition to the "Misty Realm" was basically beyond the jurisdiction of any country. In addition, Mr. Christopher had successfully survived the "Misty Realm", so his preliminary preparations were very successful. In less than a year, he organized and trained an expedition team of about 500 people.

A year later, this 500-member expedition team, with his personal wealth as starting capital, carrying a large number of vehicles, supplies, weapons and explosives, entered the "Misty Realm" in the same location with great fanfare.

And then he never came out again.

……

There are several other stories similar to Christopher Argent's, all of which are real and verifiable cases around the world.

The number of survivors in the "Misty Realm" is originally very small, but over the hundreds of years since it was discovered, there have been quite a few lucky ones.

Some people have conservatively estimated that tens of millions of people may have been swallowed up by the "Misty Realm" over the past few hundred years. There have been several periods in history when many countries have organized large-scale expeditions, and hundreds of thousands of people have been sent in and never heard from again. There have also been many periods when the "Misty Realm" was used as a means of exile and punishment of criminals.

For example, during the Industrial Revolution, in order to cope with the economic crisis, the United Kingdom government sent the poor in the cities into the "Misty Realm" within their territory for various reasons, and in the name of the Queen, anyone who could survive could obtain the Queen's judicial pardon.

However, there are only a dozen people who can receive such pardon in a hundred years, and the number cannot even fill up an A4 paper.

Not all survivors of the "Realm of Mist" are lucky enough to come out with treasures like the "Star of the Emperor". Most of them came out with nothing but their lives.

But no matter whether you are the lucky one who clears the game with one life or the one who clears the game with one life, there is a record that those who choose to enter the "Misty Realm" again have a chance of becoming a lucky one a second time.

……

Once again using the internal corridor of a building on one side, Lucas completed the process of escaping from the invisible state.

When I came out and walked to the parking lot, I saw some young boys of both black and white surrounding my car.

After hearing "Hey" from a distance, these half-grown children scattered and came to the electric car. He found that the locks of the door and trunk had traces of being pried by hard objects, and the metal protection on the outer edge of the locks was covered with scratches.

With a "tsk", Lucas packed up the police light, got in his car, started the engine and left the street. He was unfamiliar with the area, so he returned along the original route, returned to a familiar place, turned halfway and went to the shooting range to practice shooting.

Tracking Merry took just over an hour, leaving the better part of the morning.

After becoming a citizen of Flower Country for more than a year, in addition to developing a fitness lifestyle, he also practiced traditional North American martial arts diligently and hard.

Even in the mysterious country, there are legal shooting ranges open to ordinary citizens, not to mention the flower country, the land of freedom and dreams.

Although as a man, Lucas is not a fan of guns or military because of the stability and peace in the country where he lived before. He even doesn't want to buy a car if the public transportation here is well developed.

Unfortunately, this is the country of flowers, and cars are essential tools for life and even survival. It is impossible to move forward in this country without a car. The community where Merry lives is relatively upscale, and cases of armed break-ins and fierce gunfire targeting Asians basically do not occur. But as a cautious man, how could he not make some preparations that he thought were necessary?

Now, through consulting a lot of information, Lucas is basically sure that this world is a peaceful ordinary world. Apart from the "Misty Realm" which may be the only supernatural phenomenon, there is no other abnormal place.

But he was not sure about this a year ago. Who knew that while he was happily driving home, a vampire girl in black non-bulgy (meow) leather with a great figure and good looks would suddenly jump out on the way, or a werewolf covered in dog hair and extremely wild?

Plus, having just come out of the "Misty Realm", he might have some mild battlefield PTSD.

Anyway, he can now use wool very skillfully.

, various light, heavy, long and short weapons made in the United States or mysterious country standards, and their accuracy is close to that of battlefield veterans, rather than the masters of human body outlining in reality.

The shooting range he often went to was run by a Vietnam veteran who also suffered from PTSD, but his condition was much more serious. He had to divorce his wife within two years of returning from the Vietnam battlefield because of his condition. After the divorce, his mentality became more and more eccentric, and he became a conspiracy theorist and a serious anti-(meow) government activist, which was a bit creepy in the eyes of a little girl like Emily.

This guy now has a house but doesn't live in it. He lives in an underground tunnel that he dug himself.

But Lucas thought he was pretty good, at least the professional skills he taught were good.

In addition to firearms, Lucas is now also familiar with the laying of mines. He can lay and clear mines, and can also make his own explosives... It seems that the Viet Cong left a lot of psychological trauma on this veteran (laughs).

Lucas also learned from him how to drive a tank. He might not be able to drift around corners, but he had no problem driving it normally as well as loading, aiming, and firing the main gun.

……

After practicing sniping for two hours at the shooting range, Lucas drove home.

When I came back early, Emily was still practicing dance moves with her vocal teacher in the open space next to the swimming pool behind the house.

There is a canopy above the head and a floor on the ground, which is very suitable for outdoor sports.