Chapter 840 An irresistible trap

Author: Binary Sword Fairy

Chapter 840 An irresistible trap

"what are you saying."

Thomas Gilbert felt that Chen Yan was a little different. He looked at him from top to bottom, but he didn't see what the difference was.

"Li Shoucheng's business needs someone to take over."

Chen Yan looked at Thomas Gilbert's beautiful gray-blue eyes and spoke in a serious tone.

"Mr. Chen, what do you think of me? A shady businessman with no bottom line? Do you think I need to compete with a coyote covered in spikes for the carrion in its mouth for those head-off business?"

Thomas Gilbert was obviously in a bad mood. After saying these words, he ignored Chen Yan and turned around and entered the cabin.

"If you ever change your mind, give me a call."

Chen Yan left such a sentence without beginning or ending, watching Thomas Gilbert's figure disappear below the deck.

That night, Thomas Gilbert had a dream that was so long that it almost made him lose consciousness.

In the dream, he and his Razormen became the most powerful gang on Birmingham Street in Yharnam City. From members of Parliament to gangsters who didn’t care about anyone on the street, everyone wanted to attack him. Thomas Gilbert

Take a high look.

He dreamed that he had a wife, who was as beautiful as the most beautiful corner girl on the street. He invited her to drink and smoke. The two developed feelings beyond friendship, and then they had a child.

The blond hair on the child's head and the beautiful blue-gray eyes are exactly the same as his...

Suddenly, Jack Gilbert's face covered in blood appeared in front of him. Apart from blood, his best brother's face was full of panic. He dreamed that Jack Gilbert put his hand on his shoulder and told him

He said:

"Tommy, Uncle Li found out about me sinking little Michael into the sea. He killed our people and pulled my tie."

Suddenly, Jack Gilbert's neck split open, his tongue fell out of the crack, and the bright red fear spread from Jack Gilbert's body to Thomas Gilbert's heart.

Thomas Gilbert opened his eyes suddenly, and in a trance all he could see above his head was just the steel ceiling of the cabin, not the gloomy sky of Days Island in his dream.

He struggled to sit up from the bed with his exhausted body, reluctantly picked up the vial on the table next to him with violently trembling hands, opened the cap, and drank the golden oily substance in it.

It's "scented oil".

The sesame oil paralyzed the nerves almost immediately, and Thomas Gilbert collapsed on the bed, his whole body as limp as a pile of mud.

As his heart rate soared, countless beautiful scenes appeared in his mind, and his nerves, softened by the sesame oil, sank into them and could not extricate themselves. Until he reached the greatest joy that could be detected in normal life, his heart rate finally slowed down.

He seemed to have fallen from the Kingdom of Holy Light to the mortal world. When the cold air in the cold night covered his body, he felt a huge disgust for the entire world in his heart.

It would be great if I could leave this world.

He knew that such an idea was wrong, so he tried his best to overcome the discomfort caused by such an idea, and thus once again consumed a lot of physical energy.

Thomas Gilbert lay on the bed, staring at the broken bottle of sesame oil on the ground with lifeless eyes. After a long time, his breathing finally calmed down.

He took out his cell phone and saw that the time had reached 5 o'clock in the morning.

Sesame oil can bring temporary tranquility to people, but the huge side effects make him almost unbearable. He knows why he still uses this kind of thing - his honest body remembers the taste of sesame oil, and every cell is filled with the sweetness of sesame oil.

It was completely irresistible in front of me, like a hunger engraved in my bones.

He couldn't understand, could it be that after experiencing those things, his body, this immortal body, was still the same as those of those with weak minds?

He rejected the idea.

No, I...we are different from ordinary people.

He once again confirmed that he used sesame oil just to eliminate the fear and fatal anxiety in his heart.

As for severe addiction, there are always ways to eliminate it in the future.

Thomas Gilbert got up and dressed, left the ship, passed by the busy Days Island Pier, stood at the beginning of the mechanical plank road, looked at the mechanical hive looming in the fog, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart again.

panic.

He has obviously experienced a situation similar to this, but when faced with the predicament at hand, he still behaves so unbearably - just because of fear, he has to use things like sesame oil.

He walked through the mechanical plank road in deep thought and came to Area C.

The entire Area C became quiet again after a night of carnival - around dawn, at the quietest moment in the entire area, it seemed that even the evil hidden in every dark alley fell asleep.

Thomas Gilbert entered the game hall in Area C-4. At this time, the game hall was empty. Father Hassan's bulldogs had gone back to sleep. Only the two razor boys were watching the game.

After Thomas Gilbert greeted the two of them, he entered the office at the end of the corridor, sat on the boss's chair and began to look through the account books.

Except for the game arcade business, the Razor Party's investments in other areas are all losses.

Thomas Gilbert invests the money he earns from arcades these days in a small winery in Zone C-1.

The winery is not a listed company, and the reason why it accepted investment was not only because Thomas Gilbert used violence to force the owner of the winery to submit, but also because Thomas Gilbert showed enough sincerity, and those investments were enough to make the winery

The hive where the factory is located will be expanded. After the expansion, the production scale will be expanded. If the expected sales volume can be achieved, even if the dividends to Thomas Gilbert are included, the winery owner will still make much more than he does now.

Normally, this kind of agreement is carried out secretly, but somehow the gang in Area C-1 found out about this matter.

According to the rules of the Mechanical Hive, if a shop is located on land owned by a gang, when the shop needs investment, it must first notify the local gang. If the gang is determined not to invest money, it can look for other investors.

But the gang boss in Area C-1 was really stupid. He refused to invest because he didn't want to make more money, and he also refused to let others invest. After learning about the winery, he actually burned the winery down.

Got it!

The mechanical honeycomb has a strong fire extinguishing function from the beginning. However, most of the equipment in the winery is made of oak. When a fire breaks out and the smoke is thick enough for the alarm to detect, the equipment in the winery has been damaged by the flames.

, can no longer be used - alcohol itself also fuels the flames, so when the automatic fire extinguishing device is activated by smoke, the interior of the winery is already in flames.

Thomas Gilbert couldn't imagine how people could be so stupid.

Isn’t it good for everyone to make money?

What if I pay you protection money?

If you burn down the winery, no one will make any money now!

Thomas Gilbert's former opponents were either wise men or evil men, but never such fools.

Therefore, when he heard the news that day and rushed to the scene, he felt a little overwhelmed.

The winery owner retired after reimbursing most of his losses through insurance, and Thomas Gilbert's venture capital was impossible to get back, and part of the money he had worked so hard to run the arcade was in vain.

Another investment of the Razor Party also failed. It was a dangerous attempt by Thomas Gilbert - sesame oil. He tried to take over the sesame oil business on the street through a certain channel and tried to expand it. He invested in it.

He bought a large amount of money - part of the dividends from the gaming hall and part of the Razor Party's fortune. He threw the money in like a gambler, and then lost everything in exchange -

The sesame oil agent he was looking for was shot dead last night. Just when Jack Gilbert and the Razorbackers filled Little Michael, who had betrayed him, with cement and threw it into the sea, the sesame oil agent he contacted before

The agent was suddenly snatched away by worker bees and shot dead in the middle of the street.

Thomas Gilbert watched the agent die in the street, as if his sack of banknotes had been conjured and disappeared with a pop.

He was very irritable at the time and wanted to find a woman to relax, but the woman's phone number could not be reached. When he found her residence, he found out that she had been captured by several of Hassan's father's bulldogs in the evening.

People said they would not come back because the Soca Britannia woman who was dragged away by the bulldog never appeared on the street again.

In this case, Father Hassan should know about his affair with the woman.

But Father Hassan didn't talk to him, or even let the bulldogs come to trouble him.

Thomas Gilbert didn't know why. Waiting in panic was more uncomfortable than facing powerful violence.

Also last night, after returning to the game hall, he received a call from his aunt.

His aunt told him on the phone that the sergeant of the Birmingham Street Police Department raided the Razor Party casino today and captured several brothers of the Razor Party, including his own brother. His aunt was looking for someone to bail them out.

But this time it was even difficult to send money. It seemed like someone wanted to deal with them.

After Thomas Gilbert learned about this incident, he used his connections in the Yharnam City Council and found out that the Razor Party was not being targeted, but that the Yharnam City Council was conducting a top-down campaign.

Reorganization and reform, so some of the cancerous gangs on the streets must be eliminated.

Thomas Gilbert promised his relationship that he would never do illegal business again, and then promised money and more benefits, only to receive a reluctant "I'll give it a try" from the other party.

The eldest brother has taken care of him and Jack since they were young. He must not let anything happen to him.

Thomas Gilbert wanted to go back, but he had made a very important business appointment today, which was related to the future of the Razor Party, and he could not get out.

The price of goods in the island chain is at least 10 times higher than that in Yanan City. Using the money earned from business in Yanan City to work in the island chain, he is burning money almost every day, and he is also using the family's future as a risky investment.

He has failed twice. If he can't get it done this time, he can continue to stay on the island chain by relying on the game arcade, but his family in Yanan City will be kicked out of the house!

This time, he must succeed.

He compiled the information needed for today's negotiation and practiced his speech in front of the mirror from five o'clock in the morning until eight-thirty in the morning, until Jack Gilbert came to the office. He nodded to his brother and asked him to watch the game arcade.

Then go to Area F of the Mechanical Hive.

A moment later, in a coffee shop in District F, Thomas Gilbert looked at the middle-aged man wearing a white gentleman's uniform across the table, looked at the other person's black and white hair, suppressed the inexplicable panic in his heart, and put the hand in his hand.

The plan was pushed from the table to the middle-aged man:

"Mr. Origen Noson, for industries with long profit cycles, it is the right choice to entrust us as an agent. We [Gilbert Trading Co., Ltd.] have been operating futures business in Yanan City for more than ten years and have a lot of experience.

Rich……"

The middle-aged man with the strange surname "Originoson" suddenly raised his hand.

Thomas Gilbert was interrupted, but he was not as angry as usual, because at this time he had no capital to be angry, and his stay in the island chain could only be decided by a middle-aged man's thoughts.
To be continued...