Two Hundred and Sixty-Nine. Gangs [Shells]

The Shell Kingdom in the East China Sea is naturally also a member country of the world government. Every year, the gold turned in from the sky is also a variety of stone works of art carved from shells.

After passing through the port, I looked up and saw a giant city, a city made of shells, Shell City.

There are many residents on this island, but most of them are workers, because in addition to supplying the Tianlong people, the shell stones of Shell Island are sold to the entire East China Sea. The stones are all controlled by the royal family, and most of the workers are They are all made up of rural farmers, refugees, homeless people and so on.

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The sound of a whip sounded in the distance, and everyone noticed that it was a group of kingdom guards waving the whip in their hands. Hundreds of workers were dragging huge wooden carts with already mined shells on them. Row.

"Well... it seems that the essence of the world is the same." After seeing this scene, Mosel said with a smile. The workers of the shells are the epitome of Polkalia back then.

"Polkalia's forced quest for gold in the sky, Goya Kingdom's burning garbage mountain, and Shell Island's shell mining slaves are all the same in essence, but this is the microcosm of the world." Reinhardt smiled and shook He shook his head, "Let's go."

"Go ask for the route to Shell Village." After hearing Mosel's order, the guard walked out.哽噺蹓帽奇奇 Novel 蛧|w~w~

"Hey hey hey hey from out of town?" At this time, a voice came, and a man like a beggar walked over not far away. He came over to look at Reinhardt, and reminded, "Don't look, it may be discovered by the nobles. Will be forcibly pulled to mine shells."

"Is something wrong?" Mosel stepped forward and asked.

"Where are you going, you definitely need a guide." The man smiled.

"Do you know Shell Village?"

"I know, but it's a little far..." Qiqi's novel was first published on the Internet

Mosel handed over a bag of Baileys. "Money isn't the problem."

"Come and find a carriage."

The beggar smiled, opened the purse and looked at it. After a while, he smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, come with me."

After passing through the huge city wall of Shell City, it entered the country road. There were mines left over from the mining of shells everywhere, exuding an unpleasant smell.

"It's right in front." About half an hour later, the beggar pointed to a village not far ahead and said, a huge white shell stood at the entrance of the village, and the three words Shell Village were written in black font.

"If you want to inquire about news, just come to me." The beggar left after leaving a sentence.

"Go in and have a look." Reinhardt said, and Fiona nodded and followed.

After entering the village, it is obvious that there are very few villagers. Although there are small houses made of huge shells everywhere, the doors are closed.

"Let people go door to door and ask." Reinhardt ordered.

"I found it, it's in the innermost." The guard came back and said, and then walked towards the depths of Shell Village with a few people, and soon came to a simple house. The door of the house was open, but there seemed to be no one inside. .

The guard called for a while, but no one answered, so he frowned and went into the room to check.

But there was no one in the house.

"I found a neighbor nearby who knew the situation."

Reinhardt nodded: "Let's go out and have a look."

After listening to the neighbors for a while, Reinhardt finally understood that the guard who was originally named Brett died of exhaustion from working in the shell quarry a few years ago. That little boy, it is now heard that he was captured by a gangster called [Shell] in Shell City. It seems that he owed a large amount of gambling debts.

"It's the gangsters we met in the port?" Mosel was a little surprised, but he was destined, "If that's the case, then let's go for a run and beat the kid.

The big ones can't be spared. "

"Are you going to find him?" Reinhardt asked Fiona.

"Is it the trouble you are looking for shells?" At this time, an arrogant voice sounded, and a group of thugs of about 20 people came over with swords and muskets in their hands, cigarettes in their mouths, looking at Reinhardt Special group.

The leader's mouth is a little crooked, but his appearance is very arrogant. Standing next to him is the leader who was beaten by Mosel in the port before, and now his head is covered with bandages.

Neighbors ran away when they saw the thugs.

"It's them who beat us for not paying at the port."

"You are the gangsters of the shells?" Mosel laughed indifferently. Seeing the man in the lead with a cigarette in his mouth, he said, "We just wanted to find you, and I hope you will cooperate with our work."

"Wow, hahaha, you really don't know what to do when you come from other places, and you even asked the gang to cooperate with you." The leader laughed, and the gangsters behind him also laughed wildly.

"It seems that I can only talk about other things when I remove your bones first." Mosel sighed.

"and many more."

At this time, Reinhardt said something, and then he whispered towards Fiona, "What's his name?"

"Gatur."

Reinhardt nodded: "Kill the others, just leave one person to lead the way."

"Little devils, you still don't know how powerful our shells are, and you even said that they would kill us, hahahaha."

The gangsters around were laughing wildly.

Seeing the wild laughter all around, Mosel walked over without even pulling out the musket from his waist.

The answer to them was a sharp fist. There was no doubt that Mosel won with an overwhelming advantage. All these thugs in the East China Sea were not on the table. The Gail who ate the fruit of the strong city he met in Rogge Town before. It can be considered a bit of strength, but it is also a piece of garbage. Calling it a gang is an insult to the word.

"Where is Gatur?" Mosel found the leading gangster and asked by grabbing his collar.

"Gatur?" The bastard wondered, the name was familiar but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Since you don't know, then go die."

"No, I'll take you to the shell's headquarters to find it." The gang leader was quite afraid of death.

"Brother, are you going?" Mosel turned to look at Reinhardt.

Reinhardt nodded with a smile: "Go, there must be an outcome to this matter, otherwise our Lord King will never give up."

"Humph!" Fiona shook her head and ignored him.

The streets of Shell City extend in all directions, guards can be seen everywhere, carriages pass by from time to time, and there are various types of shops on both sides of the road, such as fruit shops, clothing shops, taverns, jewelry shops, and so on.