Chapter 155

"Name?"

Customs officers stopped him, and everyone could not avoid this step. However, the Hawaiian ships were not the focus of inspection. They were now on guard against the European poor, especially the illegal immigrants from Italy.

"My name is Slade Wilson. Can you hurry up? I'm in a hurry to go home. "

Su Ming said, while handing out a five dollar tip, his mouth is the standard upper east side accent of New York, which can fully show that he is an American.

Sure enough, the chubby customs officer nodded with a smile, accepted the tip without a trace, and glanced at the birth certificate casually, so that the articles carried did not need to be checked.

"Welcome home, sir." He indicated that Su Ming could pass, then waved the stick in his hand and called to the people behind him: "next, hurry up this way."

Through the bustling crowd, through the old wharf full of sense of the times, Su Ming walked into the city with a smile in his face.

Skyscrapers, vintage cars, old windbreaker and tweed hat, all around the streets are similar.

Police holding sticks, children hawking their newspapers, not far from the pier is the Italian Deli, the owner is using a cloth to drive away the flies on the roast chicken.

Noisy, lively, this is New York in the 1920s. Watching people in old fashion walking down the street, he felt like he was walking into a black-and-white film film.

At present, he still has more than 9000 dollars on his body. If it is only used for food and drink, it will be enough for him to spend for a long time. However, if he wants to start a weapon company and realize his long-term plan, it is far from enough.

A small workshop can't take orders for national defense.

These funds are just starting funds, and Su Ming intends to make money quickly through a series of plans in the early stage.

The first is wine making.

Sitting in a taxi, Su Ming could hear the sound of jazz coming from the roadside, but there was no smell of alcohol. Such a day is not complete.

The era of prohibition is also the era of the rise of the local gangs in the United States.

The starting point of prohibition can't be said to be wrong. After all, it's a good thing to let people put their energy into serious life and work, and not to sleep drunk every day.

But alcohol is also addictive.

Many people can't do without it. As a result, the state won't allow it to be sold. No matter whether the business is illegal, what should we do?

"Capital" said - as long as there are appropriate profits, capital will be bold. If it has 50% profit, it can take risks; for 100% profit, it will dare to trample on all human laws; if it has 300% profit, it will dare to commit any crime and even risk hanging.

Originally, wine making and selling belonged to regular factories and regular merchants. Now the state has ordered it to change from light to dark, secretly brewing and fighting with the police.

However, the gangsters who had been engaged in underground business were more organized and kept secret. They successfully separated themselves from the market competition and formed a one-stop underground industry of brewing, transportation and sales. They made a lot of money with the family system.

They are criminals originally. If they are arrested, it is estimated that making and selling illicit wine is the lightest crime. Other crimes such as murder and arson would have been on the electric chair for a long time.

This is a real profiteering industry. At this time, a few sacks of corn are only a little more than $1, but after distillation, fermentation and other means, it turns into a barrel of privately made corn whisky, which can be sold for more than 50 dollars. It's easy.

Make 50 times profit in seven days. You don't need to run around, just have a basement, a few pots, steamers and barrels.

As for the light taste of the wine? Bad taste? It's not a problem in the eyes of consumers in this era. Before 1933, you never had to worry about the market problems of products.

If horse urine really tastes like beer, you can sell horse urine as well...

of course, gangsters often have poor technology, and in order to sell it as soon as possible, the fermentation time is not enough, so the methanol content in private liquor is mostly over the standard. Many blind people in this era are also caused by drinking private wine.

Su Ming plans to join the industry now. He has enough capital. Besides, distilling wine has a foundation in this era. The equipment is ready-made and can be bought in closed factories.

He just needs to buy raw materials, pick a hidden place to start work, and then he can cover up a bar.

Can a world-class super soldier not cover a bar and factory?

Private wine is now an underground business, so everything follows the rules of the underground world. In this world, fist is the right to speak.

Su Ming is just for money, not for territory, so the gangs and he are OK.

Of course, if someone tries to find fault because he has robbed the liquor business, Su Ming doesn't mind wiping out several gangsters and returning New York people a place to live and work in peace and contentment...

then first of all, we should choose a place as the site for storing the equipment and making wine. In order to facilitate transportation, it's good to be close to the Hudson River, and take the barrels to the boat and the bar at night I don't know.Of course, this is the practice of ordinary gangs. Su Ming has a better idea, that is, the complex underground space of New York City.

New York was built in 1664 and has been expanded and covered several times. Sewers are also often changed because of the changes in ground buildings.

For example, the intersection of Fifth Avenue and 64th street was once a prosperous residential area. After 1856, a large area around it was completely reclaimed by the government. After flattening, it was transformed into today's Central Park.

However, there is no money to change the underground systems, and there is no need to waste money, so they are abandoned and idle.

New York's sewers contain a flood discharge system, which is very strong, and many places are spacious enough for ten trucks to pass side by side.

Su Ming once saw the movie "tiger's gall and dragon's power three". The villains in the movie stole the federal building through the abandoned underground tunnel and directly took away 100 tons of gold by truck.

Of course, that's not what happened in Marvel Universe, but tactics can be used for reference. Su Ming only needs to find a place which is spacious enough to hide.

So he found a hotel to stay in, hid his equipment, and then took a taxi to the New York State Library, where he could find out all the underground pipeline changes since New York was built.

Through the busy street, smiling at the child who refused to sell flowers, Su Ming walked into the high porch of the library.

It is estimated that this is the least information fee paid by the knell in the history. It only costs $1 to get a library reading card, and he can freely check the pipeline records.

He pretended to be a student of tunnel history, so the library has no doubt about him. They have seen a lot of students who study dung beetles. A few days ago, some people came to inquire about cannibal recipes. Which professor should have opened a new topic...

besides, these materials are publicly displayed, and no one usually reads them.

He walked around the bookshelves and followed the librarian to walk in the building full of ink smell. The bright light and solemn environment made Su Ming relax his steps subconsciously.

"Here it is. This cabinet is all you want." The librarian made a comparison and pointed to a Tall Bookcase next to him.

This is not only a historical record, but also a blueprint of the original design, the consumption of the project, the personnel involved, and so on. All relevant information can be found here.

Su Ming nodded his head to thank him and pulled out a large drawing scroll from it.

"Cough..."

Su Ming is going to come and wipe this thing with a small duster. It seems that no one has touched it in recent decades. It is covered with thick dust, just like archaeological relics.

He also asked about the building map on the ground, as well as the location of the water supply pipeline, power supply pipeline, sewage pipeline and so on. These drawings need to be looked at.

Especially the subway route map, New York City built the subway in 1904, and some of the early experimental tunnels were abandoned.

One by one, the drawings were removed from the bookshelf and laid on the table layer by layer. The museum staff with glasses in the distance were only responsible for supervising him. He would not stain books and materials, but would not care what he was looking for.

All the complicated pipelines were memorized in Su Ming's brain, and the super computer brain immediately reorganized hundreds of thousands of lines and lines in the brain.

He needs to choose a place with electricity or gas supply, enough underground space, and very hidden buildings above.

"There are so many places like this. It's no wonder that masked people will emerge one after another in New York. It's easier to find a safe house here."

With only a glance, Su Ming found hundreds of places that met the requirements, which inevitably made him sigh.

If the days of digging air raid shelters were popular in the United States after the cold war, and now these underground tunnels are added with abandoned air raid shelters, there will be no problem to establish an underground kingdom.

Put away these ideas, Su Ming carefully put these drawings back, one by one back to the original place, thanks to the administrator.

Although the staff did not know why he only looked at the information for five minutes, it was good for him to leave work earlier.

Su Ming's goal is to survey all these hundreds of underground targets in three days.

Time is tight and the task is heavy. We must start at once.

This month on the ship, he was free to grow hair. He still ran to plan the goal to make him more comfortable.

After leaving the library, he did not take a car. He found a hidden lane, lifted the well cover on the ground and jumped down.

In urban legends, there are crocodiles bigger than Kun in the sewers of New York, but for Su Ming, a good alligator belt is also a good collection.

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