"What a genius idea. I never knew you've become quite capable after following the boss for so long, Ross.
It's a pity that it's less than one ten-thousandth of the boss's."
Rhodes told everyone in front of him about his envisioned undercover plan and received Louisa's praise. Although it sounded a bit hurtful, it was much better than criticism.
"Maybe I'm not even one ten-thousandth as good as the boss, but at least I'm much better than the Pigman who only knows how to eat, drink and sleep."
Ross said with a pout.
Pigman, who had nothing left to eat, stood up and waved his fist at Ross.
“Red boy, I can easily twist your head off and shove it up your ass.
I guarantee you can’t do this on your own.”
"Okay, okay, just follow your plan.
I need to get permission from my superiors, and then don't expect to get any sleep for the next two days, drink some coffee, and let's get ready to work."
Harvey patted Pigman on the shoulder and looked at the big meat mountain who was about to get angry in a friendly manner.
Pigman turned his head and looked at Harvey, then humbly lowered his proud head.
"Pigman blood can only be made stronger by eating it, and it's not like I really like eating it."
Pigman muttered.
"Hey, you eat so much, be careful of diabetes."
Louisa didn't forget to complain at this time.
"No way, these aren't fat meats, they're standard shank meats!"
Pigman patted the elastic belly, causing a dizzying wave of flesh.
Everyone laughed happily when they saw this, but they all understood the risks of this matter.
As adults, they can't always show sadness on their faces. The ones who feel the most pressure are Ross, who proposed the plan, and Louisa, the executor.
If the plan fails, Louisa will fall into the tiger's mouth and never come back.
The laughter at this time is just a mask to bury the pressure in one's heart.
——
"Hey, beautiful lady, I want you to come with me."
Rhodes said to a street prostitute who was dressed in fancy clothes while standing on the street corner.
"Go away, red-haired boy, I don't like having sex with a guy like you who hasn't even fully grown his hair.
God knows whether you will release the essence you have suppressed for twenty years by taking off your pants.
Don't waste my time, I'd rather spend a pleasant evening with a generous and fit man."
The red-haired streetwalker smoked a cigarette and looked at Ross with disdain.
“Maybe I’m not a strong man, but I believe my generosity will not disappoint you.”
The corner of Ross's mouth curled up in a confident arc, and he slightly turned sideways, revealing a corner of his coat.
From the prostitute's perspective, she could clearly see a large bundle of gold marks hidden inside her coat.
"Oh, it seems that I won't be disappointed, but I don't believe that your money is clean."
The street girl answered cautiously.
"Don't worry, my money is absolutely clean. I should say there is no money cleaner than this."
Ross spread his hands and replied.
"How did you launder it? I don't believe a brat like you could get such a large sum of money."
The street girl winked at her accomplices in the alley and hinted that there was a big fat sheep here.
Ross sighed. He naturally noticed the little movements of the street girl.
He was a stranger, young, thin, carrying a bundle of money, and was obviously a fool in the eyes of the local snakehead.
"I suggest you ask your accomplices in the alley to put down the knives they are about to pull out.
I’m an official person.”
Rhodes pulled out the badge borrowed from the security team from his pocket, held it in his palm and showed it to the prostitute, while with his other hand he pulled out a flintlock and pointed it at the alley behind him.
"Oh no, we should have told the people above us, the music festival is our best time for business.
Those outsiders will generously leave their money bags as long as they get a little sweetness, you can't do that."
The streetwalker cried out.
A man with a crew cut walked out of the alley. He held a long knife in his tattooed hand and shouted at Ross unceremoniously,
"Are you new here? Don't you know that your captain has taken our money
If you dare to destroy our jobs, I will make sure your captain fires you."
Ross rolled his eyes after hearing this, and turned to the man and said,
"You are the one in charge, right?"
“Yes, these five blocks are all my territory.
I warn you kid, don't mess with me, everyone knows my name, Crazy Dog Jonah!"
"That's easy."
Rhodes whispered and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A bullet hit the trash can next to Mad Dog Jonah, and the smelly juice splashed all over him.
“This shot is just a warning shot for your disrespect to me.
I promise that the next shot will accurately hit you between the eyebrows. If your skull is harder than an iron trash can, I think you can try to resist me. "
Ross said loudly.
Mad Dog Jonah didn't react for a moment. He had never seen such an unreasonable and arrogant official.
"I don't care what kind of deal you made with the Security Team, but I have to tell you that my authority far exceeds that of those good-for-nothings in the Security Team.
I am the one above.
Now, if you are willing to cooperate, I will give you a hundred marks as compensation, but if you are not willing, you can ask the opinion of the bullet in my flintlock.
you understand?"
A gust of wind blew Ross's hair gently.
Rhodes never thought he would have the courage to say such a thing. This was his highlight moment.
Rhodes, who was usually timid, underwent a transformation for the sake of the overall situation and became mature.
After hearing this, Mad Dog Jonah dropped the long knife in his hand and knelt on the ground with his hands on his head.
"Sir, please give me your orders."
“Fine, I need all the redheads in these five blocks, no matter their age, got it
I'll give you half an hour and I'll stand here waiting for you.
This amount of money will be your errand fee."
Rhodes casually threw a few gold marks out of his coat, but Mad Dog Jonah didn't dare to take them.
Gold marks fell from the sky to the ground. The dirty water on the ground stained the higher-valued marks. Ross smacked his lips and urged,
"Are you still not leaving?"
"Oh, yes sir, I'll be there right away."
Although Mad Dog Jonah said this, he cursed in his heart.
"Damn it, wait till I call someone over here, you little brat, just wait to die."
Mad Dog Jonah acted as if to flatter, and just as he was about to leave the alley, he heard Ross shout,
"Don't even think about calling for help, there are fifty guns in the dark corner watching you.
If you don’t believe it, then...”
Ross didn't finish his words, but raised his hand.
"Bang!"
One shot hit the mad dog Jonah's feet, almost hitting his toe, and frightened him so much that he trembled.
"Yes! Sir! I'll go right away! Twenty minutes! No! I'll call all the red-haired women in ten minutes!"
The frightened mad dog Jonah ran all the way to his den and shouted at a group of hooligans who were smoking, drinking and playing cards,
"Get the fuck up and work!
I want every red-headed woman in these five blocks to be in the Wilke block in ten minutes!
What are you still standing there for?!
Do you believe me, I can cut off your finger with a knife and mince it into meat to make your mother's favorite meat pie?"
A mob then took action.
On a rooftop at the corner of the street, Louisa complained:
"Damn it, Ross, I hate the smell of gunpowder from flintlock rifles the most."
Then he put the gun away and put it behind his back, jumped down from the rooftop and landed next to Rhodes.
"Did the plan succeed?"
Louisa asked.
“In my opinion, yes, but it’s just the first step.
Not a bad start, isn’t it? "
Ross spread his hands.
At this point, the streetwalker was trembling like a frightened little rabbit, and she no longer had the majestic demeanor of a mature big sister.
"We can't survive without business these days...
What on earth are you going to do
The makeup on the street girl's face melted away as her tears rolled down, making her already ugly face even uglier.
Although she spoke pitifully, she was unable to arouse Roz's sympathy.
"We're just protecting you."
Louisa sighed and said.
"But we have Jonah and his gang to protect us. This is our life."
The street girl complained.
“You know what’s the most fragile thing in human nature? It’s inherent values.
In the face of absolute interests and threats, all of this will collapse.
Today, Mad Dog Jonah will run for my life, and tomorrow someone stronger than me will appear. What will be your fate? "
While waiting for Mad Dog Jonah and others to arrive, Ross said to the innocent street girl.
"Roz, you talk too much."
Louisa reminded.
“I’m just feeling emotional.
This society has never been fair, and this is the world where people eat each other."
Ross took out a cigarette he had never smoked before from his pocket and started smoking silently.
"But we poor people also need living expenses."
The street girl complained in a low voice.
Ever since she saw the thick stack of gold marks in Ross's arms, she had been obsessed with money and had been thinking about how to get the money from Ross.
Louisa simply looked at Ross, and Ross shook his head.
“See the pinholes in her arms
Such people do not deserve sympathy.
Maybe there are people in this world who really force women of good character into prostitution, but they are only a minority.
Most of them are just self-degrading.
If I generously gave her twenty marks today, what do you think she would do with the money
Save to buy food
That's all bullshit, and you know it.
She would just buy more drugs to satisfy her empty spiritual world.
That’s the damn reality.”
Ross whispered in Louisa's ear.
These few words were like a loud bell ringing in Louisa's heart. Louisa, who had always been simple and inexperienced, had always had beautiful fantasies about this world.
"In that case, why do we go to so much trouble to rescue them?"
Louisa asked in confusion.
At this moment, her heart was filled with confusion and doubts.
“First of all, I’m not trying to save them, I’m trying to save myself.
I thought you would understand. I didn't say it in the meeting just now, but everyone understood it.
The feast of the Yellow Group is a regular and continuous sacrificial pattern, but their sacrifice is not as simple as praying for rain like the ancient people did.
There must be an ultimate purpose for this thing that can make this group of unruly lunatics go to so much trouble to do it.
I strongly suspect that the Feast is, in essence, a summoning ritual."
Roz explained to Louisa.
"Summoning ritual? I don't quite understand."
Louisa answered honestly.
"Of course you don't understand. You don't have enough knowledge of the occult to understand.
Hastur, the Yellow King, if His true form were to come, what do you think humans would be like in front of Him
An existence that is even worse than an ant.
By then, perhaps only crazy people can survive.
The most crucial problem is that we don’t know how many times this feast has been held so far, and how many more times it will take to be successful.
In essence, the Munich Festival is taking a huge gamble with this move.”
Roz took a drag on his cigarette irritably and threw it on the ground.
The lit cigarette butt was stained with dirty water on the ground, and it went out after a wisp of smoke rose.
The sound of horse hooves came from not far away, and Rhodes raised his head.
"Here comes the carriage. Let's go."
The two walked to the carriage parked on the side of the road and greeted Reiner who was sitting in the front of the carriage.
"Hey, Reiner, where did you find this big treasure?"
Roz asked.
"The Prime Minister. He knows our plan and is willing to take out some supplies and manpower.
This carriage can carry fifty people at a time, and it takes eight horses to pull it."
Reiner replied.
"It's great that the Prime Minister is willing to help."
Louisa said.
"Not only that, we have received the people and will send them to the Third Army.
There are powerful troops and enough living space over there, which is at least better than exposing our underground headquarters."
Reiner brought good news to Ross. Ross had not figured out how to properly deal with the crowd before. This was obviously a good idea that the prime minister came up with.
"It seems that our Investigation Bureau owes the Prime Minister a big favor again. God knows how the Munihei Daily will report this matter."
Ross said helplessly.
"Whatever the Munihei Daily reports has nothing to do with us. The Prime Minister will take responsibility for this matter."
Reiner said thoughtfully.
"I just hope that what I imagined won't happen."
After Ross finished speaking, he looked at Reiner meaningfully.
Reiner did not say anything, but silently made the sign of the cross on his chest and chanted the prayer of the Holy Light in a low voice.
“I hope I won’t become a sinner.”
Ross muttered to himself upon seeing this.
A light rain started to fall from the sky, falling on the ground.
There are only two days left until the Munihei Music Festival.