We Villains Put Invincibility on Our Faces

It was not until the victory of the October Revolution that the Soviet regime began to implement the 8-hour work system in 1917. It is quite common for workers in this era to work to death. Uncontrolled capital is squeezing everyone, even the capitalists themselves. All have become the personification of capital. If wealth cannot be realized, capital will abandon these glamorous rich men and women in the next second and turn to other people who can provide greater profits. As for the original rich people, they can only die. One way, there is no such thing as bankruptcy protection in this era.

Scotland Yard will also give preferential treatment to the rich who pay taxes. Who cares about the dead in the slums, but for Krieger, this is quite a favorable situation.

But this matter is a bit troublesome. The Soluscher Gang just got in touch with the supernatural event. Scotland Yard will pay attention to the developments over there. Krieger stroked the Hayabusa, his face was buried in the shadows, no bright sun could shine on his face, and his hesitation just appeared and disappeared without a trace, he made up his mind.

Then solve it before Scotland Yard reacts. Anyway, no one will care about the dead gang, and it's okay to pretend to be a vendetta. Krieger stood up. He needed to wait for a gloomy weather, but the weather in London was abnormal when it was sunny. In his two lifetimes, he had never had an enemy, because he usually avenged it on the spot because of grievances. There will be no one who can threaten him. This is the basis of his life.

It can only be said that if Jiliang Jiying takes the initiative a little bit, he will not fall into the final situation, and Krieger will not make such a mistake, as long as a hard night can get long-term peace, only in this matter. Krieger was never lazy. The existence of a gang itself could not threaten him, but he attracted the attention of Scotland Yard, especially when he discovered that he had a conflict with the three dead. That was the beginning of his exposure.

Solve them before Scotland Yard really starts to engage in action!

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Chapter 125 The Slums

Until the sun went down, Krieger had been experimenting with Wei celebrities' moves. First of all, Wei celebrities were called "New Year's Swordsmanship". In fact, such vertical slashing exists in almost every genre that uses similar weapons. After raising the sword above the head, it uses gravity to slash it with all its strength. Gu Liu mostly emphasized that he should sink his knees and exert strength in vertical cutting, and strive to cut the opponent away. Krieger integrated and adjusted his posture according to his height and strength as much as possible.

Swing once every three seconds, keep swinging it fifty times and then stop, rest for ten minutes to ease the muscles and sum up the strength, and then continue swinging the knife. At the same time, be careful not to get tired when practicing.

Yes, Kendichiro's Notato was brought back by him. This is really a miraculous thing. It is obviously only a soul transfer. Why can the things carried on his body appear in the new world? It is totally unreasonable.

If you don't understand, don't think about it. Krieger adheres to this idea and continues to practice with no distractions. Although the muscles are repaired and grown during rest, it is not important for him who can superimpose his physical fitness while traveling through the world. The important thing is his technique of using strength. Anyway, his physical fitness is advancing towards inhumans. , Can continue to practice for more time than ordinary people.

When the sun was completely hidden and the moon hung high, Krieger pulled out a pure black coat from the closet. After confirming that the clothes had no conspicuous features, he tied the cuffs with a rope to confirm that the night watchman patrolling outside had passed and quietly. He opened the door and moved from the shadows.

No matter how late it is, the street lights of Krieger’s residence are always bright. If the beach boy is used to move, his shadow will be hit on the curtains, so Krieger can only walk against the wall all the time. Delayed his speed.

By the time he arrived in South London, the time was close to two o'clock, but the streets here were still lively. As for why, the place where the Soluscher gang occupies is the slum, or the stowaways and laborers, they just got off work.

Gangs also know that these people are very poor, but they are the only people they can crush. Gangs that help the poor do not exist, at least they do not exist in this dimension. From this perspective, enthusiastic organizations are considered good people, at least they Can maintain order, and the scum here can only create chaos and bully the weaker.

It’s really a sardine-like crowd. Krieger is careful to avoid the surrounding crowd. The faceless tooth's changing appearance is quite cold. The crowd also avoids him carefully. Krieger’s clothes don’t belong here. People who don't belong here are often like natural disasters to the stowaways who are surviving here, and no one will stand up for them if they are killed.

"Where are the people from Soluscher?" Krieger walked for a long time before seeing a role like an overseer. He lowered the brim of his hat and asked the group of people. A banknote had already been passed in his hand.

The overseers who were roaring at the crowd looked at Krieger, their triumphant expressions left and disappeared, and then stood straight, everyone's face burst into a flattering smile, and the palms were quickly rubbed, trying to look clean. . Every overseer’s mouth has similar yellowed front teeth, which is a sequelae left by high-intensity work to refresh himself, "Master gentleman, this is not where you should be, these nasty kinds will dirty you. Leather shoes, let me show you a way out?"

Krieger stared at the overseer who spoke first until he couldn't laugh. The overseer looked at the paper money in his hand and smiled bitterly, "Master, don't embarrass us anymore. A big man like you should know how we live, please Do you think you haven't seen us?"

Krieger shook his head slightly. The overseers here and the gang themselves are in collusion, but the gang’s threat to them is only violence, and Krieger represents the majesty of power and money. No matter who lives here for some days, face it. The "big people" in their eyes will all become such a low-pitched appearance.

"Master, you can't..." The overseer raised his voice, but the pitch became very low. The meaning of pleading couldn't be more obvious.

"Police, or the answer?"

"Answer, answer, my lord, why are you embarrassing my dog-like character?" The overseer turned his head pitifully, wanting his companion to give him the power to speak, but when he swept around, his companions were all Went away early.

He could only speak. He was found by the gang to be just a beating, but if he was caught by the police in Scotland Yard, he would be very creative in his death. Not to mention his black material, even the man in front of him could say anything. He committed his capital crime, whether he did it or not.

Look at this deerskin glove without stitching. Even if the price of a single one is enough for him to do it for ten years, how dare he defy Krieger’s will, and quickly talked about Soluscher’s information. The bottom is up to the sky, just barely telling their ancestors.

The information on Scotland Yard could not be very detailed, and indeed, the people here knew the best. Krieger had listened to the supervisor's words and thought about it carefully. He had an idea.

The overseer was still smiling, even though his panic heart was about to stop, Krieger nodded, and the overseer who let out a breath just wanted to leave, Krieger stopped him again, "Wait."

The overseer who turned around turned pale. He looked at Krieg desperately, not knowing where he had offended the nobleman, but the nobleman didn't say much, just stuffed the paper money into his hand.

That was ten pounds, enough for him to work for the previous year.

The overseer’s expression changed suddenly, the greed on his face flashed, but it turned into respect at the fastest speed, and he waited quietly for Krieger to pass by. The pound was packed as early as the first second he took it. In the cuffs.

He knew that his companions would come around like hyenas that smelled blood, and he had to figure out a way.

"My name is Jasper, sir," the overseer said loudly to Krieger.

It's a bit clever. Fox fakes Huwei well. Krieger nodded to him. He always admired smart people. This action calmed down the overseer's eager partners, there was no need to offend Krieger for a sum of money, as long as you first report to Ulysses boss, everything about Jasper belongs to them!

Supervisors with small abacus in their hearts gathered around Jasper, complimenting his courage. The look in his eyes was the same as seeing the prey. Jasper held his head up, trying not to let himself show timidity. He proclaimed that. How much a master admires him.

The Ulysses boss in the hyenas didn't know that he was about to face the biggest test of his short life.

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Six Hands

Ulysses, the boss of the Soluscher gang, they occupied the winery and began to sell some cheap alcohol. The sales were very high but the profit was extremely low. After all, the workers here never saw the bright red in a crystal cup in their lifetime. Liquid, they can consume turbid and crude homemade wine. The suffering of life makes inferior wine more important than food. At least they can choose the type of inferior wine instead of drinking porridge without solids and wild vegetables without oil. .

Alcoholism and sequelae caused by alcoholism have always been one of the main causes of death here. Scotland Yard will not manage this place. The British Empire in this era is at its peak. There are more people who want to smuggle here than the rats in the sewers, which is fatal. Alcohol is the best way to consume the population after losing the labor force.

Krieger walked out of the shadows, the pure black clothes made his actions like darkness come alive, and he sent an invitation to the winery.

It was not only the guard who was taken aback, but also the big shiny-coat dog beside him. The big dog barked at Krieg. The guard quickly put away the newspaper in his hand, picked up the baton and ran to Krieg.

"Hey, you can't come here." The guard at the door hurriedly raised his hand. His voice was not heard. Krieger had walked in front of him. The guard obviously wanted to put his hand on Krieger's shoulder, but looked at Krieg. Rigg was obviously a specially tailored coat, and then retracted his hand in a wince, "sir", he swallowed, "You can't go in, uh, here, um, it's not a place where decent people come."

Krieger ignored him, just glanced at the barking big dog. This Doberman felt threatened, sobbed and closed his mouth, and lay his neck down on his forearm, even though his tail had been severed. The short strips of meat were still placed gently. Krieger nodded approvingly, reached out his hand and stroked it rudely, the big dog showed his chin flatly, with a docile expression on his face.

The guard glanced at it strangely. This male dog eats better than him. Although it is extremely smart, impulsiveness and irritability are inevitable. Everyone here has been provoked by it. I didn't expect it to be in front of a stranger. So honest.

"Is Solusche's gang inside?" Krieger smelled the alcohol, and he deliberately didn't mention the word gangster. This behavior obviously made the guard a little puzzled.

"you...."

"I'm Sergeant Hodgersund, I just came to visit here." Krieger imitated the voice of the patrol officer, the credentials in his hand flashed away, but he secretly raised the police rank of Backpot Man a little bit.

After Krieger revealed his identity, the guard relaxed a bit, even though he hadn't seen what was in the hands of the Hodgersund Sergeant.

He simply felt that since strangers' coats were so expensive, he wouldn't be guilty of personally seeking revenge with a small gang. Since he was not a gang or a detective, his safety factor was almost doubled. Even his tone has become a little cheerful, "Sergeant Hodgersund, is the big red man of Scotland Yard? Long admiring the name, so admiring the name, how come you come to our small place, we are here as you see, They are all good law-abiding people. Would you like to meet my boss first, Mr. Pope, who just donated a lot of money to Scotland Yard."

The big red man, Krieger smiled secretly. The guards here are all human beings. On the one hand, they touted themselves, on the other hand they moved out of the backstage. As expected, people who can live here are not simple people. Of course, simple-minded people probably learn to swim at the bottom of the Thames.

"This is the case of Jack the Ripper." Krieger's eyes were serious and his tone of voice was lowered. "I believe that neither Mr. Pope nor you want to take on unnecessary responsibilities."

"Of course, of course." The cold sweat of the guards is going to come down. Who doesn't know that under the pressure of the Queen, Scotland Yard has become a mad dog because of this case, and even innocent people will be skinned by them. He doesn't Dare to stop the sheriff at this time.

Krieger nodded in satisfaction and watched the guards push open the rusty gate. Although it looked defenseless on the outside, the gate was actually built, although the old technology was quite superb, even watching the gate. There was a shrill sound from time to time, but the thickness of at least two centimeters still showed that the hidden things were unsightly.

The sharp voice, is this reminding someone to enter?

The security measures here are not like the gangs should have. Krieger is a little confused. Even private wine making is not so strict. Besides, the smell of alcohol has been spread. The people here have no intention of covering up the wine. . The fish hook has been pierced in while the guard is talking. There is indeed a mixed breath of life here, but it is strange that the degree of mixing is far more than Krieger perceives, and it is even more messy than the streets where people come and go. .

Interestingly, Krieger wanted to bring the guard in with him, but the guard waved his hand quickly and did not force him.