Chapter 319 89: Leaving

The sky is getting brighter.

The news of the demise of the other two gangs began to spread in the town. Some people breathed a sigh of relief, while others had different ideas.

Most people would not think that this extraordinary person would stay in such a place for a long time. Maybe he just stopped for a short time on the way or for other purposes they did not know.

Regardless of his purpose, his actions have now disrupted the stable gang structure of several years, so can he also compete for it?

Of course, we can’t rush into all this. We can try it slowly. Just wait for three days!
It can be predicted that this place will be caught up in a chaotic dispute for some time to come.

But Oakley doesn’t think so.

He knew that eliminating only the local gang would attract the covetousness of other gangs, which would be counterproductive, so he wiped out two nearby gangs at once.

In his habitual thinking, he felt that his action this time would definitely deter many people, at least it would keep the local area safe for a few years, and in the future, gangs would be more restrained and do less evil.

However, they did not take into account that for the people here, the struggle for survival is an almost innate instinct. When the position of a strong person becomes vacant, the capable person will naturally take it. Everyone will not think too far into the future. Being able to leave three days is already a sign that Oakley’s deterrence has been successful.

Anyone who can think about what will happen one month later can be called a far-sighted military strategist here, while most people just enjoy themselves every day and live in the present.

Compared to making money but not having the life to spend it, they are more afraid of not having money to drink and pick up girls tomorrow.

When leaving the pub, Oakley picked up the bottle of Silver Label Tequila that he got when he got rid of the Green Gang and said hello to Eric.

“You wine” Eric called him and frowned.

“This isn’t your place,” Oakley explained.

“That’s not what I meant.” Eric rolled his eyes. “This wine isn’t high-end. It’s just that we offended the distributor of this wine, so he won’t sell it to us. That’s why this wine is only available in the city.”

“But old man Joe has a soft spot for this. Let me ask you where did you get this?”

“When you came here, you looked penniless, as if you had been robbed. Your clothes looked like they were lent to you by old man Qiao.”

Oakley smiled and replied, “It was given to me by a kind person. I’m not used to drinking tequila, so I just gave it to old man Joe to thank him for sending me here.”

Eric nodded after listening to this, and without saying anything else, he prepared to clean up before opening the door.

It was not until Oakley left that Eric sighed and murmured, “I thought that after Mali died, Old Man Joe would not be able to drink this wine, but this is probably the last bottle.”

The town was not that big, and Oakley quickly found Old Man Joe’s house based on his memory. At this moment, Old Man Joe was sitting on the steps at the door, staring into the distance in a daze.

“Old man Joe.”

With a shout, old man Joe’s eyes regained color and he looked at Oakley.

“I promised to give you the wine. I contacted a friend to pick me up and asked him to bring it.”

Old man Qiao’s eyes were a little dull. He subconsciously took the wine and stroked it slowly. After a while, he looked up at him with a complicated expression: “Are you leaving?”

Oakley nodded, sat aside, and looked in the direction he had just stared at. There was nothing surprising, just a road that seemed to have no end.

“I’m leaving now. Thank you for bringing me to this safe place.”

Hearing Oakley’s words, Old Man Joe’s fingers twitched. He wanted to clench them into fists, but then slowly relaxed. His head drooped weakly, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito’s hum.

“You’re welcome”

“No more words, my friend is still waiting for me, I’m leaving first.” Oakley patted old man Joe on the shoulder and turned to leave.

He could guess that Old Man Joe must have relatives in the gang, and they were probably dead. However, Oakley would not and could not regret killing those people.

Because that is his life goal and the cornerstone of his survival.

Kill all the guilty people.

But the definition of sin is in his mouth.

He would not allow himself to be shaken, or he would fall into complete self-doubt.

Old man Qiao stared silently at his departing back until he completely disappeared.

He took out his cell phone, opened the communication tool, and at the top was the chat message from his son.

When I clicked on it, the last message sent by the other party was a picture.

In the picture, a hand was holding a bottle of wine, a bottle of wine exactly the same as the one that Old Man Joe was holding now.

There is another paragraph of text on it.

[I’ll go back later and bring you a silver medal]

Old man Qiao stroked the wine bottle, his eyes gradually becoming gloomy and cruel.

Oakley embarked on a journey to the state capital.

Because he killed quite a lot this time, he remained in a cheerful mood. He did not deliberately look for anyone to kill on the road. He only dealt with a few ignorant bandits.

We arrived safely at the state capital.

It was not until here that he finally felt that he had returned to civilized society and that things were beginning to look a bit like what a city should look like.

Traffic, pedestrians, commercial areas and luxury stores.

If we make some noise in this place, we will probably be discovered by the angel.

Oakley thought so and went to buy a mobile phone to find out if anything big had happened in South Australia after he left.

He didn’t dare go back for the time being, worried that the mysterious extraordinary person was waiting for him.

“Let’s find a kind person to understand the situation first.”

Oakley got in a taxi.

At this time, Yumi Takashima was walking out of the local intelligence dealer’s hidden safe house with an indifferent expression.

She had arrived here before Oakley came into town.

She treated the guy inside just like the countless people who died in revenge, with their heads riddled with bullet holes.

When it comes to finishing shots, Latin American shooters are professionals and Takashima can only imitate them.

But Takashima didn’t get any information from him that was consistent with Shirai’s existence, and even the closest supernatural information was the commotion Oakley caused in the town.

So is Shirai really here?
Or has she decided to hide completely, build up her power, and stop killing people until she is fully grown?

She suspected that Oakley was using coded one-way communication and was prepared to wait and see what Oakley would do next.

It’s not that she didn’t want to grab Oakley and interrogate him, but she was sure that he would not betray Shirai, otherwise Shirai would not leave him alone in South Australia.

Even if it was a discarded piece, Shirai would definitely clean it up if there was a risk of exposure. In this regard, she didn’t think Shirai would leave such a big loophole.

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Shirai was confident that as long as she didn’t show up, even Oakley would never be able to find her. In fact, Oakley was a misleading option just to waste her time.

Takashima, who was a criminal police officer, already had many ideas, but it takes time to verify these ideas. This is why she has been chasing after Shirai for several years but has only caught him a few times.

After all, Shirai could leave behind numerous misleading clues, but she would have to seriously consider and eliminate each one.

Originally, Shirai’s frequency of attack was quite high, so she must have some clues at least.

Now, as the other party’s willingness to take action gradually decreases, she can only look for a needle in a haystack, or even seek help from local people with corresponding intelligence capabilities.

Normally, she wouldn’t burn bridges after crossing them, but she didn’t want the intelligence dealers here to get in touch with Oakley and arouse his vigilance, so she had to send him a one-way ticket to eternal sleep in advance.

She will continue to observe Oakley for at least a month, while collecting clues from other areas.

After hesitating for a while, she encrypted the news that Shirai might be cultivating power and sent it to Noguchi Takeshi.

No one knows which will come first, tomorrow or an accident. Even though she feels that she has decent self-protection abilities, she doesn’t think that she can definitely survive an accident.

If it was just general news, she could ignore it, but with Shirai’s extreme tendencies, once she developed them, she would become a thorny existence comparable to the Mother Goddess.

Rooftop bar at night.

A relatively famous nightclub in Morelia, the capital of Michoacan.

Oakley, who had tidied himself up, got out of the taxi and calmly glanced at the brightly lit entrance of the bar.

Two burly men with bulging waists stood like door gods. There were many people smoking and chatting around them, but their eyes were always focused on the young men at the door of the bar, probably gang members.

As soon as Oakley got out of the car, he could feel many eyes looking at him.

He seemed not to notice and walked straight towards the door of the bar like a curious traveler.

“Sir, please take care of your belongings in there. We are not responsible for any loss.”

A sturdy door god suddenly said something.

Quite polite.

Oakley was also startled: “Thank you.”

After saying that, he casually stuffed a banknote into the other person’s hand as a tip.

Naturally, the man would not refuse and accepted it with an expressionless face.

“Have fun.”

Oakley walked out of the entrance corridor and saw a noisy dance floor and flashing colored lights.

The air seemed sultry and the atmosphere became crazy.

“Handsome, are you coming alone?”

He had only been standing there for three seconds when a hot Latin girl came up to him, keeping an ambiguous distance from him and asked with a sweet smile.

“Yes, I think I need a beautiful guide to avoid getting lost here.”

“I wonder if I could be your guide? You may not know, but what I do is the job of a guide.” The woman emphasized the word “guide”.

Oakley didn’t say much. He just hugged her and walked towards the booth, using actions instead of words.

The two men exchanged some ambiguous words and drank a few glasses of expensive wine before Oakley slowly turned the topic to the local gangs.

He believed that a sexy girl who hung out in bars would have a clear understanding of the local gang forces for the sake of her own safety, at least more clearly than some ordinary people.

He had already found a rich man during the day to understand the basic situation, but perspectives would change depending on the class, and he wanted to hear the opinions of the middle and lower classes.

“The official power here is relatively strong, unlike the sphere of influence of the six major gangs, but so what? It’s just as chaotic. Didn’t two mayors die last year? The only effect is to prevent the gangs here from uniting, otherwise the official power will be defeated.”

The Latin girl is called Jessica. She claims to be a contracted model of a modeling agency and occasionally shoots commercials.

The position of mayor is indeed a dangerous job in the country of drug lords.

On the one hand, the official top brass is demanding to fight against drug lords, while on the other hand, the drug lords are threatening to infiltrate. The people below may have become like a sieve, full of the other side’s people.

If you disobey, shooting is the lightest punishment. Beheading is a basic punishment, and it is not uncommon for the whole family to be killed.

“The most important gang is definitely the Morelia Gang. They control most entertainment venues, including this bar. The slightly weaker gangs are the Michoacan Gang, whose main forces are in nearby towns and villages, and they also have several bases in the city.”

“There is also a citizen gang that emerged a few years ago. It is very strange. It does not sell drugs and does not like to confront the authorities. It relies on collecting protection fees and slowly develops. Many people suspect that this is an official experimental glove, but who can say for sure? In the country of drug lords, there are actually gangs that do not sell drugs. No one would believe it if I told them. I heard that the leader is a woman, but she rarely shows up.”

“Apart from these major ones, the rest are small gangs that may be destroyed in a blink of an eye. They fight small fights, but sometimes they are the most ruthless.”

At this point, Jessica’s eyes dimmed.

“But at least there are three major gangs and the government to maintain stability. As long as we don’t encounter any unexpected disasters, we should be able to get by. If you want to make money from the gangs, you will inevitably be involved in gang fights. There is nothing to say about this. It is an axiom for us. Handsome guy, you are just a tourist. Just have fun. But it is rare for someone to ask such in-depth questions as you do.”

Jessica regained her charming demeanor and began to tease Oakley with various small movements. She didn’t want to continue talking about the scars that the locals were accustomed to.

She didn’t dream of going to another country to enjoy life all of a sudden. After all, she knew that for the lower class, many countries were similar. Staying in her hometown at least gave her the advantage of being familiar with the local environment. Once she went to the outside world, she was afraid that she would be taken advantage of. So even if she encountered someone who wanted to marry her over the years, she would just treat it as a joke.

She just wants to serve well for a few days and get what she deserves. She is not greedy.

If it could be more, she would naturally not refuse.

“Maybe I’m just curious about everything unknown.” Oakley shrugged and poured Jessica a glass of mixed wine.

“Really? Then, aren’t you curious about me?”

Jessica took a sip of the wine and kissed him.

Oakley frowned slightly and was about to refuse, but Jessica, who had been reading people’s faces since she was a child, had already seen it. She laughed at herself and swallowed the wine, her face flushed: “Haha, just kidding, it seems that handsome guy doesn’t come out to play much.”

There was a hint of unnoticeable envy in his tone.

Oakley moved his lips and finally laughed along with this unfunny joke: “Then you should be able to drink a lot. What kind of tequila do you like? Just order it up.”

“Okay, I won’t be polite.”

They drank until the second half of the night. Although Jessica was quite drunk, she still remained sober.

Oakley was not drunk at all. Seeing that they had understood most of the information, he suggested ending the situation, sent her home, and stuffed a handful of money into her pocket.

“It seems that the low-cut dress I wore tonight is wasted.” Jessica pointed to the abyss on her chest.

Oakley shook his head: “It’s the same if it’s in your hands.”

Jessica shook her head up and down, clenched the bills, said nothing, and was hugged by Oakley and walked out of the bar.

(End of this chapter)