Chapter 135

Escaping the joint pursuit of the police and the Mafia, John showed excellent driving skills.

In his hands, the old and bulky Ford was like a flexible and cunning fox, shuttling through the streets. According to what he said, he had wandered in the city since he was a child before being taken in by Gus. He knew clearly where every alley led, and even some very remote places were not marked on the map.

After spending half a day chasing soldiers and hiding in the city, the three finally managed to avoid all checkpoints and patrol vehicles, and rushed out of the city to the wooden house in the suburbs before the gasoline ran out.

This is Gus's secret property. No one knows it except a few confidants. They were safe for the time being until the police expanded their search.

The cabin seems to be prepared as a shelter. It not only has complete medicine and sufficient food, but also has many weapons and a car that can be started at any time with full gasoline.

It happens that the three need some time to rest.

This copy doesn't open the hunger setting, and an Yizhi doesn't feel tired. But the two NPCs couldn't carry it. They didn't drop water for hours. They needed to eat and have a rest. Thomas, in particular, must deal with his injury quickly, or it will be a tragedy when the wound becomes inflamed and infected.

Because he had shed a lot of blood, Thomas felt very weak and curled up on the sofa for a nap. York was a little worried. He stayed around the window to prevent himself and others from being made dumplings.

And an Yizhi finally got a rare free time, giving him a chance to think about the clues of the copy.

Wake up from the public toilet, be found and arrested by the police, escape to the cinema, turn to the Blue Paradise tavern, and finally arrive here.

He sat on the leather sofa, his fingers tapping on the armrest unconsciously, and the radio in front of him played soft piano music. With the music, the scenes since entering the copy flow through consciousness.

An Yizhi is not the great God of solving puzzles. Although he also likes solving puzzles, his clearance speed of playing solving puzzles is far from that of those experts. When others ask why he doesn't find strategies, an Yizhi always smiles with awe. I like the feeling of thinking jumping in puzzles.

——Actually, it's because it's hard to say so.

He listed the lines one by one, spliced and reorganized them constantly, and he tried to restore the meaning of the plot.

The first problem that cannot be bypassed is identity. An Yizhi is convinced that his role is closely related to an organization and is likely to be a high-level in the organization. Even a mafia boss like Gus should be respectful to himself.

As for that organization, we only know that it seems to have the unscientific label of 'magic'.

No, not just that organization.

An Yizhi recalled that the strong man who chased him not long ago had almost reached the limit of human physical strength, and the flesh could solve the shotgun and pistol bullets. If there are no supernatural factors, it doesn't make sense.

This shows that the existence of 'magic' is not nonsense for the background of this copy, but is deliberately hidden.

The initial system prompt further proves this conjecture.

The prompt says' before merging, it is forbidden to use any supernatural abilities that do not comply with the copy background setting and cannot be explained '.

Can it be understood that after the confluence, we can use unexplained supernatural abilities at will?

If there is really no magic in the world, the system should prompt that there is no room for "you can't use any supernatural abilities".

And the cooperation of the police and the Mafia.

Although there are countless policemen involved in gangs in this era, and everyone knows that they are a gang, this is an open secret that can't be said clearly. It's good for everyone to know. Once they say it, no one's face looks good.

What makes both sides pursue themselves regardless of face? Is this similar to the witch trial in the middle world?

When facing things that cannot be explained, human beings usually tend to two modes. One is worship, the other is desperate to destroy it.

This explanation seems to fit, but an Yizhi always feels that there are other reasons in it, and he can't figure it out for the time being. If it's really "witch trial", what is a strong man? Templar?

In addition, the most important and suspicious clue.

The person he plays seems to know Ann Yizhi's ability and even that Ann Yizhi will control his body.

I asked Gus for lubricating oil before. This seemingly unreasonable requirement, but it later proved that lubricating oil is the key to releasing greasiness.

How did he know that an Yizhi would be greasy?

Moreover, all the articles carried by him were prepared for the sake of safety.

Handmade cigarettes and cigarette paper are crude maps divided into pieces. This is of no use to normal people. Will people who live in this city for a long time not know where the cinema is? It doesn't need to be marked at all.

A pot of liquor is used to release the blazing magic ball, and even the half piece of fried bread has instructions for the next step.

These clues are too blunt and deliberate.

Of course, we can't ignore the strange smile reflected in the mirror.

Now think about it, that smile seems to be a show off, a proud mood.

An Yizhi felt that everything he did was under the control of the middle-aged black man, performing the prescribed script like a string puppet.

"I see..."

He whispered. Combined with the prompt that "there are no more prompts in the system so far", he finally understood why the system performs the same fine points.

The system hopes to catch an Yizhi, while the middle-aged black people set up arrangements against the system.

This is not so much a copy of an Yizhi's strategy as a confrontation between middle-aged blacks and the system!

Is this middle-aged black uncle also a special NPC?

Maybe, but it doesn't matter.

An Yizhi finds himself standing on a fork in the road and chooses to fall back to the system, or

When he was faced with a choice, the music on the radio suddenly stopped and changed into a broadcasting cavity with a positive voice, broadcasting the news wanted by the police, and GUS and other gang leaders were arrested.

As soon as York heard this, he picked up his submachine gun and wanted to go out, but he was held by Thomas who woke up.

"The boss treated me well. If he hadn't taken me in, I would have starved to death! I can't watch him suffer in prison!"

"York, believe me, I don't want the boss to suffer, but what can we do? Can I rob the prison with you? Don't be impulsive!"

Facing the hard advice of his friends, York, who was hot headed, calmed down. As Thomas said, with two people and a few guns, do you want to rob the prison? Is tantamount to death.

"You don't have to worry, Gus will be fine"

Ann stood up, turned off the radio and said to the two depressed young people.

At least he is also a gangster boss. Even if his backstage is not as hard as Heywood, he won't suffer any loss in prison.

"When this is over, the organization will save Gus."

The word "organization" gave them great confidence, which made them feel at ease.

In fact, there is still half a sentence that Ann didn't say. Gus won't suffer in prison, but it's hard to say before he goes to prison, especially in the hands of the police.

No one can guarantee that the police will not use punishment. No, because the mafia has joined, it is certain to use punishment. As for whether they will tell where they live, it can only depend on Gus's will.

An Yizhi will not place his own safety on the will of others, which makes him feel insecure.

This shows that he must make a choice and take action.

After a moment of silence, Ann pointed and asked:

"What's near the cinema?"

"Mall, sir. It's mainly the mall, and there's a bank behind it."

"Who can get the design drawings of banks and cinemas?"

"I, I know"

Thomas held up his injured arm and said:

"The buildings nearby are all under the name of the organization. I've seen the design drawings."

Ann looked at him in surprise, which made Thomas very embarrassed:

"I plan to go to college next year and want to be an engineer in the future."

He then decayed and said:

"Am I a little whimsical? A black designer, hey"

It's really whimsical, because no university in this era is willing to accept a black student. Thomas's dream is probably just a dream forever.

"Your dream is unlikely to come true in 10 or even 20 years, but as long as you don't give up, one day you will find that on the road of pursuing your dream, you gain much more than you lose."

After giving them a mouthful of soul chicken soup, an pointed and turned the conversation:

"So, which of you has experience in robbing banks?"

The two young men looked at each other

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It's close to 5 p.m. and it's almost time to get off work in a while.

As one of the bank's security guards, Boris tried to stand up straight, leaving a good impression on the leaders who came to inspect the bank soon. But his beer belly is too big. No matter how restrained, he looks like a pregnant woman in October.

He looked inside the bank. His sweetheart, a bank clerk, was busy working.

It seems that the stock market has fluctuated a little recently. Some timid guys are worried that their savings have been washed away. Many people have withdrawn money these days.

Boris, who didn't go to school, doesn't know exactly what's going on. Compared with other unemployed people, he has a stable job, and this job can make him look at his dream goddess from a distance. There's nothing happier than this. Other side details can be ignored.

Try asking her out for dinner tonight?

Boris vowed that he was sincere, but his conditions were set here. The probability of holding a beauty back was really poor. It was said that a rich childe was also pursuing her, which made Boris feel even more inferior.

He thought sadly, wondering how long he would see the beautiful man.

At this time, he saw two people coming towards him, a middle-aged man and a young man, with bandages on his hands, exuding bright red blood.

It's very well dressed. The problem is their skin color.

They are two blacks.

Boris stepped forward to coax them out:

"This is not where you should come, nigger"

As a person at the bottom of society, he can only gain ridiculous self-esteem by racial discrimination.

"If you want to pick up junk, there are some waste at the back door..."

A pistol stood against his fat chin, and the middle-aged man showed his hidden eyes under his hat, which could pull the trigger at any time.

"Let's correct the fat paper's words, will you, Thomas"

"Yes, sir. I'd love to."

The black guy smiled and showed his exceptionally white teeth in contrast to his skin colo