Dragon Clan: My Word Spirit is refreshed every week

Chapter 145 Road to Hell

A few hours later, Fingel arrived at Atami and took a helicopter to the Blackstone residence.

The moment he walked into the study, Zhou Xuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

As for the reason, there is no other reason.

Fingel's current clothing is a little sharper, and he walks with a windy look, which is full of style.

Wearing a wrinkle-free ironed dark black high-end long windbreaker, paired with a gaudy printed shirt. The top two buttons of the shirt were left unbuttoned, revealing strong chest muscles and a pair of colorful and eye-catching geisha tattoos. tip of the iceberg.

Fingel's formerly bronzed skin turned light, and his messy gray hair was dyed a deep flaxen color and combed meticulously.

He has a thick beard, his face has been slightly modified, his nose is narrow and high, his lips are thin, his jaw is straight, and his facial features are three-dimensional and deep.

If Fingel's unique off-line temperament wasn't so familiar, Zhou Xuan would have thought that a Russian who came to RB to join the gang had walked in.

"Junior brother, it's been so long! It's heartbreaking that you are still such a handsome boy." Fingel laughed and gave Zhou Xuan a big bear hug.

"Brother, your disguise skills are indeed superb, but for a German with a black flag in old Berlin, is it a bit too much to dress up as a Russian?" Zhou Xuan laughed dumbly.

Fingel smiled freely, sat on the armchair opposite Zhou Xuan, took out a beautiful metal cigarette case from the pocket of his windbreaker, and took out a Cohiba cigar.

The butler Hiroshi Kimura walked in quickly, helped Fingel cut the cigar and lit it carefully. After putting down an ashtray, he bowed and saluted, and quickly turned around and left.

"Arigado!" Fingel took a deep breath of his cigar and nodded at Kimura Hiroshi's back, inadvertently revealing the shining gold Rolex on his wrist.

"Junior brother, you know that the best way to hide your identity is to create contrast and surprise, just like Batman Bruce Wayne."

"No one would believe that a playboy who spends the day drinking and throwing money would leave a lot of beauties without arms in the middle of the night, go to the streets to play vigilante, and teach criminals love education at the top of his voice."

"The minor friction between my hometown, Germany, and Russia is well known to the world, but my ancestors never attacked Poland with the mustached head of state, so I don't have much problem pretending to be Russian."

Fingel blew out a puff of smoke and talked with a smile.

"To be honest, before I came to RB, I did a lot of work to play a good Russian, for fear of showing my flaws and being seen through. But after I came here, I realized that I was just fighting against the air."

"Stereotypes are sometimes very useful, especially for the RB gangsters whose average education level is only prenatal education."

"As long as I carry vodka with me and shout "Ula" loudly when I'm about to kill someone! Using sukabule as a punctuation mark in my words, they will all think that I am a Russian with the red flag in old Moscow."

"It's like seeing a person in the cafeteria who eats kimchi for three meals a day and whose skin is extremely shiny and greasy. Everyone will think that he is a must-have Korean stick."

"Speaking of which, when I first formed the team, my group of RB boys kept pestering me all day long, asking me to tell them the legendary stories of KGB agents." Fingel smiled bitterly.

Hearing this, Zhou Xuan was happy.

The KGB is a world-renowned intelligence agency similar to America's CIA. It specializes in spies and made many contributions to the victory of World War II.

It is indeed a bit of a joke to ask a native German to tell the legendary story of the woolly bear KGB. It's like the police in a city are Germany's Gestapo, the cooks are Britain's Stargazers, and the army is the white flag army that always pays attention to French speed.

"It seems that your life has been quite exciting these past six months, senior brother." Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

Fingel let out a long sigh and then straightened up his expression: "It's hard to look back on the past, that's all, let's get down to business."

"Junior brother, the water in this small place in RB is indeed quite deep!"

"First of all, our college has absolutely no control over RB and cannot affect the eight Sheqi families at all."

"Since the last century, whether it is prostitutes, opium, arms, etc., all illegal businesses with huge profits have been controlled by RB hybrids. They are deeply rooted in RB, and the RB government has been infiltrated into a sieve by them."

"It can be said that the eight Sheqi families are the emperors of RB, controlling the lifeblood of RB's economy, military and culture."

Having said this, Finger paused, took a deep breath of his cigar, and looked deeply.

"According to common sense, the Sheqi Eight Families, which have centralized power to such a degree, cannot have any rivals in RB, but the Fierce Ghosts still exist, and they have gradually grown in strength over the past twenty years."

"Junior brother, you should know that in ancient China, there were always bandits in the mountains and hills of the southeast. The imperial court would allocate funds to local governments to suppress bandits every year, but it was often in vain."

"Bandits have no chance of confronting the powerful officers and soldiers. The only reason why they can continue to exist is because of the collusion between officials and bandits. The local government covets the annual government allocations to support the bandits for their own sake."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xuan instantly understood what Senior Brother Fingel meant.

The reason why the Fierce Ghosts have developed to this point, and even become stronger and stronger, can only be because of the deliberate connivance of someone at the top of the Eight Sheqi Family!

He couldn't help but marvel at Fingel's sensitivity and professionalism.

The current leader and head of the Sheqi Eight Families, Masamune Nagatachibana, and the leader of the Fierce Demons, Wangshou, are actually the same person.

It’s all Herzog who deserves death!

As we all know, the best way to create unprecedented unity within an organization is to create a powerful external enemy.

The purpose of Herzog's support of the fierce ghosts is to put pressure on the Sheqi family, so that he can unify the entire RB underworld, and then integrate his forces to break up with Kassel Academy.

Now it seems that this despicable man's plan was quite successful.

In just twenty years, he has completely grasped the powerful Sheqi Eight Families in his hands.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xuan took a deep breath and said slowly: "Brother, I understand what you mean. I can't deal with the eight Sheqi families on the surface for the time being. I will start with the fierce ghosts to solve some troubles. .”

"By the way, is there any news about King Bai and Divine Burial?"

Hearing this, Fingel looked solemn and took out a document from the leather bag he carried with him and handed it to Zhou Xuan.

"Junior brother, do you know the 'Road to Underworld'?"

(End of this chapter)