[Player Qi Leren, start the mission: Gangster Empire.]
[Mission Background: On January 16, 1920, the Prohibition of Alcohol in the United States came into effect. Bootlegging became the main source of income for gangs in the United States. Billy, the actual leader of the Italian gang in Fick New City, is about to marry Willow, the daughter of Louis, the Irish gang leader. However, just before the wedding, Billy was shot dead in the underground brothel at No. 182 Spruce Street. His father, Mario, recalls his second son, Du Qiao, who is studying in the UK, to act as an agent in the gang affairs. After returning to China, Du Qiao quickly sent someone to thoroughly investigate the cause of his brother Billy's death.]
[Task requirements: Find and kill three other player partners within a month. For every other player killed, you will get 20 days of survival. Killing an NPC by mistake will deduct 5 days from the number of survival days. Manslaughtering a partner will deduct 30 days from the number of survival days. If you are killed, 80 days of survival will be deducted and you will exit the instance. If you have insufficient survival days, you will be judged dead. Find Billy's murderer and get 30 days to live. During this mission, it is forbidden to use the props and skill cards that come with it.]
[Data synchronization countdown, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, synchronization complete.]
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"Sir, what do you need?" The plump woman with heavy makeup put on a greasy smile at the handsome stranger.
The man in the suit pushed her away impatiently: "Where is Bonn?"
The woman's smile froze for a second. This underground bar and brothel has not been peaceful since Billy, the boss of the Italian gangster, was found dead on the bed in Bonn half a month ago. Although Bonn cried repeatedly that this incident had nothing to do with him, he was taking a shower when he heard a gunshot from the bedroom, and he was shivering in the bathroom and dared not go out. When the security arrived, only The body of Billy who was shot dead.
No one knew who had killed him, but it couldn't have been a little male whore.
"Take me to Bonn." The man raised his chin arrogantly, looking down at the woman.
"He...he has guests." The woman said tremblingly, as if thinking of something, she became more and more frightened.
The man sneered, put his hand in his pocket, took out half of the pistol, and put it back.
The woman's complexion changed drastically, she took half a step back, and said in horror: "Please, please follow me."
The two walked in along the narrow passage of the underground bar. When they passed through the bar hall, there were noisy voices everywhere. The drunks clinked glasses and sang, pouring out the alcohol that was originally cheap but expensive because of the Prohibition Law. Drank it down.
The man kept his distance from the group of drunks, showing obvious distaste for this absurd place of sensuality.
Leaving the bar lobby, the two returned to the aboveground world. This is a remodeled residential building. The underground part is used to entertain drunkards from the sight of the police. The aboveground part is a blatant red light district. Unlike other places, It's not just women who offer their services, but also beautiful men.
"This is it." The woman pointed to a red wooden door and said.
The man took out his pistol, turned on the safety catch, and then kicked open the door. The two people who were snuggling together and flirting inside the door immediately sat up straight in fright.
"Oh, God!" The woman covered her mouth and ran away in a panic as if she saw a ghost.
"Get out." The uninvited man pointed a gun at the client's head and said.
The client who was about to yell at him looked like a rooster whose neck was pinched when he saw the black muzzle of the gun. He immediately raised his hands, scrambled out of the room, and covered them up. door.
Now, in this bedroom with only a bed and a sofa, there is only a dangerous man of unknown origin with a gun and a beautiful blond male whore.
"Are you Bonn?" the man asked.
Bonn raised his head, and there seemed to be something brewing in the pair of green eyes under the thick eyelashes.
"Yes, sir."
"Really?" the man asked again.
His tone was full of danger and doubt.
Bonn raised the corner of his mouth and asked sarcastically, "What are you suspecting, sir? You have caused me to lose a customer."
"If you're dishonest, you'll lose more than just a guest," the man said.
"I don't dare lie about anything," said Bonn.
"The one who died on your bed on the 30th of last month, talk about him." The man said coldly.
"What do you want to hear? If it's about his kinks, I can talk for half an hour, at least," Bonn said.
"At least?" The man raised his eyebrows with interest.
There was a flash of light in Bonn's eyes, and the two of them had a deep meaning, and they smiled tacitly.
"Yes, at least."
The two lowered their guard at the same time. Bonn took out a Q of diamonds from under the sofa, and the man took out a K of diamonds from his shirt pocket, and threw them on the coffee table together.
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an hour ago.
"There are four people who have received this black invitation letter. The invitation letters in your hands are spades, hearts, diamonds, and clubs. Each of you has brought a teammate—your teammate seems to be reluctant. "The old woman covered in a white robe said to the player holding the invitation letter of the plum blossom mark.
That player was also wearing a mask and brought a teammate with him, but unlike the voluntary actions of the others, his teammate was brought in a sack.
"Caught it randomly on the road." The man smiled, his tone was relaxed and cheerful, as if inviting a passerby to join a cheerful outing.
The man noticed that the two players standing beside him turned their heads and stared at the player with the club invitation.
Do they know each other? The man thought.
Next, the eight of them were told the rules, and were distributed a poker card of the corresponding suit. They would enter the dungeon world, but instead of using their original bodies, they would randomly attach themselves to an NPC. They needed to find Players who are not teammates will be killed. The old lady also kindly reminded them to prepare enough days to survive, otherwise, once they were killed, those who did not have enough days to survive would be killed directly.
"Let's make a secret sign," the man said.
"What code?" asked his teammate.
"When talking to a person who is suspected to be a teammate, add the word 'at least' at the end of one of the appropriate sentences. If the other party replies with a questioning tone of 'at least', then it is considered a match. How about it? "
"Good idea, I hope the NPC I possess doesn't look too ugly." Teammate said.
"Hmm, maybe it's a beautiful boy." The man laughed.
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"It's really a fucking beautiful boy, but it turned out to be a fucking duck!" Bonn slammed the table angrily and swears, "Damn it, when that client touched my thigh just now, I almost strangled him to death!"
"Killing an NPC will deduct 5 days." The man holding the cube K reminded.
"Of course I know!" Bonn took a deep puff on the cigarette, and the nicotine calmed him down a bit. "What is your identity now?"
"Duccio's man, whose name is Ivan now. Duccio just came back from England to take over the affairs of the family, and sent his right-hand man—that is, me—to investigate the cause of the death of his short-lived brother Billy. Something is wrong, maybe those Irish guys have no intention of cooperating at all." Diamond K stroked his cigar, then turned to ask Diamond Q, "Do you have any clues here?"
"How do I know? I've been a fucking male prostitute since I came here, and I don't have any memory of the past. It's a good thing I don't, otherwise I would have vomited my dinner the night before! These fucking fags!" Square Q was furious.
"Calm down, this mission is a battle royale type, plot missions can be done or not, but people must be killed, the identity of the remaining six players is unknown, the NPC you possess is an obvious target, in order to investigate Billy Many people will rush to you because of the cause of death. This is a good opportunity, we can set up traps and wait for the rabbits, come and kill one by one." Square K rolled his eyes and began to plan.
At this moment, the half-hidden door was suddenly kicked open.
The two who were smoking on the sofa raised their heads unexpectedly, only to see a man in a black hat holding a pistol and mouthing "bye" to them.
With a "bang" shot, Bonn's beautiful head was blasted away, and blood splashed on the glass window behind him. He even maintained the motion of smoking before dying, and slowly fell to one side.
The system prompts: [Diamond Q is out.]
Cube K quickly fell to the side and took out his gun in his pocket, but he was still slow. The murderer outside the door calmly aimed at him, and another shot—the ammunition jammed.
Cube K, who was almost certain to die, was lucky enough to have a chance to breathe. He had already overturned the coffee table, rushed to the back of the sofa, and took out his pistol to shoot continuously at the door.
The murderer also hid behind the wall, and the situation reached a deadlock.
"Brother, I advise you to run now. If there is such a big movement, the security guards will come over immediately. When the time comes, there will be more NPCs, and they will shoot around you. If you kill one, you will be detained for 5 days. How many do you kill?" Square K said in words. While disturbing the opponent, he crawled slowly behind the sofa, trying to find a convenient shooting angle.
"You're right, goodbye then." The murderer outside the door said, and unexpectedly followed his words out of routine.
Square K was stunned, he wasn't sure if the other party really left, or was trying to coax him out.
what to do? If he goes out now, will he be shot and killed by the guy who didn't leave but ambushed outside the door? But if he didn't go out, how would he explain Bonn's death when the security came
No, I can't go, I'd rather wait for the security guard to come. This is obviously an act of self-defense. Even if he enters the police station, Du Qiao will release him on bail. Now that he is gone, it is not clear.
Cube K collected himself and prepared to wait quietly for the security guard to come over.
The sunshine in the autumn afternoon in Fek’s new city is still warm, spilling into the room from the glass window splattered with blood. Cube K, who is hiding behind the sofa, wonders who the other party is, why he launched a surprise attack on them, and how he Confirm the identities of the two of them
The only people who know about his conversation with Bonn are the woman just now, and...
That whore!
Square K suddenly remembered the face of the person outside the door, it was the client who was kicked out of this room by him just now at gunpoint!
He's not a whore at all! Like him, he is a player who came to Bonn to find clues to investigate Billy's death!
Fuck, I was really careless just now!
Square K fell into regret. If he knew earlier, he should have shot this guy just now. What a great opportunity, he was obviously not prepared just now, and he had a gun in his hand!
Square K pursed his lips, thinking carefully about the client's every move when he first entered the door.
His reaction was completely like an ordinary person who was cowardly and scared when he was threatened with a gun. No wonder he was so careless, and he didn't think about another possibility at all.
There was still no movement outside, and Cube K became a little anxious. Are all the security guards here vegetarian? It's been so long and I haven't come here, and I don't know if the person outside has left.
"You haven't left yet." A voice suddenly came from behind.
Cube K sat down on the ground in horror, and looked back out of the window—outside the glass window spattered by blood, the man in the black hat pressed the brim of his hat with one hand, held a pistol in the other, and smiled at him through the glass .
"Then I'll see you off, goodbye."
There was a "bang" gunshot, and the scarlet blood bloomed into a rotten flower in the afternoon sun of Feikexin City, signaling the beginning of the gangster chaos in this city.
[The square K is out.]
PS: It incorporates some character archetypes and real-life deeds of Chicago and New York gangs during the Prohibition period of 1920-1933, but the particularly famous event of the Valentine's Day Massacre is not involved. The city of Fiction, fictional, does not have this place. If the names of the characters are few and easy to remember, the surnames will be omitted.
This dungeon will not be very long, it is mainly a battle royale type of fighting wits and courage. I want to try some styles of action scenes and gunfight movies, I hope you like it.