Book of Gods and Demons

Everyone should have a name.

But "Black Rat" didn't think so. He thought it would be great to have an impressive nickname.

Like him, Xiaoshi, who lives in the gray area between black and white...

Is the name useful?

The nickname is different, "Black Rat", not very prestigious, but can represent his strong survivability, and the cautious style of acting-it is precisely because of his prudence that he has cultivated since he was a child, the black rat has grown from the lowest level Hummer, has become a leader of the lowest-level gangster!

Last night, when the army entered the city, the city foxes and mice in Ruhr felt the atmosphere of killing. The real big crocodile-level bosses were all deep in the nest, hiding in the lair, and inquiring about the news tremblingly.

Black Mouse and his few friends can't help it... Low-level **** like them have always had no overnight food at home, and they have to be hungry if they don't go to the streets for a day to ask for a living.

Hungry belly is not a wonderful enjoyment.

So even knowing that today's Ruhr City is very tight and there is a great risk of going out, Black Mouse still took a few friends to go out.

All the way sneakily, hiding their heads and tails in the crowd, tremblingly walked through the streets where the army was stationed. Near the Tomahawk restaurant, the black rat was surprised to find the most ideal target!

An old lady who sells homemade bread!

In the crowd, the black rat looked at the old lady vigilantly and cautiously for three minutes.

It was no more than five feet tall, there was nothing dry on his body, wrinkled skin, muddy eyes, and it seemed that he was not well-nourished, and he looked like he might die at any time in the lingering years.

The clothes on the body, the long skirt made of burlap is very old-fashioned, although it is very clean, but there are patches everywhere.

"Poor old country lady..." The black mouse made a judgment, then walked out of the crowd, led the little friends around the old lady and her four-wheeled trolley, and uncovered the blindfold on the trolley. coarse cloth.

On the trolley, there are neatly stacked layers of bran brown bread. The dark brown bread also carries the heat from the oven, exuding a natural and rich wheat fragrance.

Looking at these brown breads, they also had a mess on the street last night and exercised too much. At this moment, the green-eyed black mouse and a few friends suddenly lit up.

The black mouse unceremoniously grabbed a piece of black bread, put it in his mouth with a ‘um’, tore a large piece down, and then chewed it with big mouthfuls.

The unique aroma of fresh hot bread fills the mouth, overwhelming the bad breath caused by the black rat without brushing his teeth for half a month.

The black mouse stared at the bewildered old lady in surprise: "Yeah, your bread is really good...hey, it's real, it tastes really good...it's put in it... put it out. ……sucrose?"

The old lady lowered her head and said tremblingly, "A little bit, with a little bit of sucrose...This way it tastes better and can sell for a better price..."

The black mouse's eyes rolled, three or two swallowed a full pound of brown bread in his hands, and then he burped comfortably. Several of Black Mouse's little friends didn't know what politeness was. When Black Mouse started, they all picked up a piece of bread and ate it.

In the corner of the trolley, there were a dozen fist-sized clay pots. The black rat grabbed a pot, pulled out the wooden stopper at the mouth of the pot, leaned his nose close, and sniffed vigorously.

"Ah, butter... the best fresh butter!" The black mouse looked at the old lady with a surprised look: "The kind Muteste is here... Don't you think it's too extravagant?"

Brown bread with cane sugar, and fresh butter...Well, in the Durham Empire, this is a good thing that can only be enjoyed by wealthy farmers or well-run merchants.

Such good goods should not appear in the hands of hawkers hawking along the street!

Like the old lady, the hawkers who brought home-baked bread and came out to earn a few small change were as numerous in the streets and alleys of big cities. But the black bread they sell is the lowest kind, with more bran than flour, and the kind that can be used as bricks to hit people.

The bread sold by the old lady has only a small portion of bran, and sucrose is added frantically!

And fresh butter! Butter used to put on bread!

Damn... the black rat has forgotten when he last ate butter... As a low-level gangster, the price of fresh butter is still a bit too much for him.

The old lady looked up and looked at the black mouse very seriously: "So, the price of my bread and butter will be higher than other people's..."

"Oh, no!" The black mouse stretched out his black fingers, dug a large piece of butter in the jar, then stuffed it into his mouth, and licked his fingers hard, sucking the black fingers clean. The pale yellow skin is exposed...

‘Gudong’, swallowing a mouthful of fragrant butter into his stomach, the black rat could feel his long-dried intestines and stomach squirming violently because of the lubrication of the butter, and his stomach made a huge sound of ‘grumbling’.

Satisfied with a sigh, the black mouse looked at the old lady seriously, and said in a deep voice: "Old man, I have to say that you are not doing this right... Ruhr is a place with rules, since you sell it. It’s also black bread, so you should pay the same price as other people!"

The black rat took out a few dirty, rusty fountain Su from his pocket, and threw it into a small tinplate money pot hung on the handlebar of the four-wheeled trolley.

"Well, people's brown bread is a pound for a fountain... Then, your bread should also be at this price... It's all black bread, what's the difference? Your price can't be sold too high!"

"Then, since you sell bread, of course, these butter should be gifts!"

The black mouse smiled and looked at the stunned old lady: "For example, if I go to the sausage shop to buy ten pounds of good pork blood sausage, then the boss will usually give away a piece of sauerkraut... This is the same reason!"

The black rat untied a dirty coarse cloth pocket from his belt, quickly grabbed the bread on the four-wheel cart and stuffed it into the pocket. The fountain Su that he threw to the old lady was about seven or eight, but he stuffed more than two dozen brown breads into his pockets, and even put five cans of fresh butter, which is much more expensive than brown bread, into his pockets.

"Ah, ah..." The old lady grabbed Black Mouse's hand a little anxiously.

The black mouse pushed her hand gently, and the old lady was unstable on her footing, staggered back a few steps, and almost didn't fall to the ground.

The black mouse looked at the old lady seriously, and said in a threatening voice, "Hey, old man, do you still want to do business in Ruhr City?"

"Last night, the Honorable Carben Jon Bucher was kidnapped. Our brothers, but we were busy all night with the distinguished police officers... We also did a great job for the peace and tranquility of Ruhr City. What a big contribution!"

"So, you should treat us a little bit, it's justified."

"You, if you still want to do business in Ruhr City, you must remember-the price must be fair, and you must not increase the price arbitrarily... We have given the money, and you should give us enough goods!"

"Because you are too old, I will spare you today, otherwise..."

The black mouse quickly glanced around, and was about to slip away with the cloth bag.

Joe slapped his belly comfortably, and walked out of the Tomahawk restaurant slowly, holding a cigar in his mouth, standing in front of the restaurant looking out at the street.

Eat and drink, enjoy a cigar, then go back to the Daisy Hotel and sleep comfortably on the large and soft special bed... Is there a more comfortable life in the world?

As soon as he vomited two rings of smoke, Joe saw the old lady surrounded by black rats and a few young people diagonally across the street, more than three hundred feet away from him.

After last night's chaos, the scarlet evil spirits rising from all over the city of Ruhr continued to pour into Joe's body, and Joe's body functions were once again improved a lot. "Ears and eyesight" is not enough to describe the ability that Joe has now.

Pedestrians were all around, footsteps, noises, chaotic complaints, all kinds of sounds, but Joe accurately caught the conversation between the black mouse and the old lady in the sound.

Joe's face darkened.

He stretched out his hand and felt it around his waist. He drew out a four-foot-long lead-coated copper baton that was hung on his belt, with the size of an ordinary person's arm. Ran across the street.

"Hey, bastard!" At a distance of more than three hundred feet, Joe rushed behind Black Mouse in two or three steps, and a truncheon hit his left shoulder heavily.

Accompanied by the terrible cracking sound, the black rat's left shoulder collapsed, the broken bone pierced the muscle, blood spurted out, and the blood immediately dyed the tattered clothes on the black rat's body.

The black mouse uttered a hoarse scream, he fell to the ground, holding his left shoulder with his right hand, and his body twitching frantically.

In the final analysis, he is just a gangster at the bottom of Ruhr City. How can he stand Joe's baton? Even if Joe had tried his best to reduce his strength, this blow directly killed the Black Rat.

A few of the black rats wanted to escape, but Ya and Si Gengsi rushed up with a large group of family guards and circled the few in the middle.

Joe looked down at the **** black rat, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "When Tifa just became a trainee judge, you told me that you **** city hooligans are worse than the real thieves and bandits. Damn it!"

"Those thieves and bandits, they are only harming a small number of rich people...but you have made it impossible for those who are already pitiful and whose lives are extremely difficult to survive!"

"Do you know why after you became a trainee judge at Tifa, your colleagues in Tulum Port~www.wuxiaspot.com~ never dare to bully the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled? Because those who dare to commit crimes are all stigmatized. The law sentenced them to exile, and all were thrown away for mining on the island in the icy sea to the north!"

Joe curled his lips, gritted his teeth and said: "I don't bother to send you to mine...you better...dead!"

Joe glanced at Billy who came running panting and whistled.

Billy looked at the black rat lying on the ground crying, suddenly pulled out a pencil sharpener, lightly stroked his fleshy cheeks, a wisp of blood flowed down suddenly.

Billy also lay on the ground, crying and yelling: "Assault the police... come, help... assault the police!"

The old lady stood aside, her eyes almost jumping out of her eye sockets.

Qiao picked up the truncheon and ‘Ka Ka’ twice directly broke the black rat’s leg.

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