Baltimore Harbor.
Birch forest.
After a few gunshots, everything returned to normal.
The masked gangsters hurriedly drove the carriages full of goods away, leaving behind a mess.
The clear moonlight shone down.
A bloodied hand suddenly raised and covered his face, as if disgusted by the glare of the moonlight.
"There's only one moon. Looks like this world is more in line with my common sense …"
Chung Shen-soo turned over and sat up, looking at his chest.
The gray jacket was soaked in blood, but under the bloody clothes, the hideous wounds were rapidly healing, squeezing out deformed bullets one after another.
"I almost got a free lunch the moment I entered, and even spent a Tenxiu Point to heal my wounds. This is …"
After a while, he struggled to stand up and looked at the corpses on the ground.
Most of them had blond hair, thick bodies, and a lot of body hair … They had also been shot.
Apart from that, there were a few double-barreled shotguns scattered on the ground. Chung Shen-soo could not name the specific model, but the walnut stock was very smooth, like a work of art.
"A … Western world?"
Chung Shen-soo picked up a double-barreled shotgun, his palm stroking the cold body as he muttered to himself.
"I keep feeling that the worlds I pass through through the Door of All Doors aren't normal, and I'm easily affected … The first world I passed through was invaded by the Extraterrestrial Demons, the second world had Evil Gods, what the hell is in this world?"
He sighed, knowing that the chances of him finding other Immortal Cultivation Methods in this world were extremely slim.
In fact, in the memories of this young man named 'Levi Mojito', there was no extraordinary existence.
The only things that could make him feel power and strength were a strong body, a revolver, and an ironclad battleship …
"Hmm … productivity between the first and second industrial revolutions … Although there were products like steam cars, they were only in big cities, and they could easily crush the roads, so carriages were the first choice for travel …"
Looking at the traces of carriages on the ground, Chung Shen-soo pressed his forehead, and began to accept the memories of the original owner in the cold night wind.
Mesopotamian Federation, Baltimore Port …
Sirius, bartender …
Jones, Carmella, Jennifer …
Missions, delivery of illicit brew, robbers …
A large amount of memories surged into his mind. Even though he had experienced it a few times, Chung Shen-soo couldn't help but rub his temples. He felt like his head was about to explode.
"Obsession, or wish, is to become very rich!"
"F * ck me … He's making things difficult for me! It's fine if you want to give me an accurate number, but how do you realize the concept of being very rich that doesn't have the slightest quantification? "
"I'm afraid I can only try my best to earn more money. I'll see when my obsession disappears, and that means I've earned enough money … Or perhaps, I won't be able to earn enough money in my entire life?"
Chung Shen-soo's face turned ugly.
He knew the cause and effect of Levi Mojito's death very well.
It was the year 667 of the Mesopotamian Federation.
Just last year, Congress had just passed a law that Levi Mojito thought was stupid — alcohol prohibition! The manufacture, sale, or transportation of alcoholic beverages is illegal, punishable by fines or even imprisonment!
By the way, Levi Mojito was twenty years old this year. He was originally a bartender.
What else could a bartender do when there was no more alcohol?
Not only did the Federation ban alcohol, but it also specially sent alcohol prohibition agents to every state to supervise the enforcement of the law. Unfortunately, Levi lost his job.
This young man had secretly sent his greetings to the families of those idiotic senators countless times, but it was of no use at all.
Levi Mojito's parents had died young, but he still had a younger brother and two younger sisters to support. After losing their source of income, the family became very poor.
In order to make a living, he had no choice but to accept a commission from the owner of an underground black bar to deliver a batch of "illicit goods," or in other words, smuggled alcohol.
This kind of low-quality alcohol was the product of a small workshop in the countryside. It was fermented with potatoes or corn, and even mixed with methanol!
In the eyes of Levi Mojito, who was a bartender, it was simply trash.
But even so, in the black bar, it could still be sold for a high price of twelve dollars per bottle!
Compared to the previous price of ten cents per bottle, it had skyrocketed by dozens of times! Nearly a hundred times!
Moreover, it was very easy for people to end up in the hospital or even the grave because of it.
Even so, there was still an endless stream of people going to the underground bar to get drunk. This was because humans crazily pursued things that could give them temporary pleasure, to the point of being hopeless.
Otherwise, the colonists back then would not have tried so hard to get the indigenous people addicted to alcohol, and then easily exchanged hard liquor for everything they wanted.
Not only that, but the religions of this world also had a deep relationship with alcohol. They even liked to use alcohol during celebrations, claiming that drinking alcohol could make people closer to the gods! They affectionately called them "elixir," "Uncle Huan," and "Crazy Water"!
Of course, it was also angrily denounced by ambitious people as "magic liquor" and "spring of calamity"!
Why the Federation would adopt such a tough stance and implement the alcohol ban was still a very puzzling question.
In short, after the alcohol ban, all kinds of underground bars emerged one after another, which evolved into a series of social problems.
And the convoy that transported the illicit alcohol was also coveted by a large number of criminals. They called it "liquid gold," and often committed crimes in groups.
In order to protect the hard-won smuggled alcohol, the owners of the bars had no choice but to hire a wide range of people to protect the transportation lifeline.
It was under this background that Levi Mojito joined the convoy this time.
And on his first mission, he was unlucky enough to encounter robbers.
To be honest, after the initial chaotic phase of the illicit alcohol business in Byron City, it was now controlled by a few of the biggest gangs. Logically speaking, it should be a relatively safe time.
But even if the fighting between the gangs stopped, it didn't mean that the few dozen criminals would easily stop.
Levi met a few unreasonable hotheads who dared to open fire and kill people. He took a shot to the chest and died immediately.
Then there was the matter of Chung Shen-soo.
"Now … I have to leave the scene first. Otherwise, it's not a joke if I get caught by the follow-up federal agents …"
Chung Shen-soo tidied up his clothes and prepared to leave the scene of the murder as soon as possible.
Although it was in the wilderness, there was a gunshot earlier, so it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't be discovered.
At this moment, a thick palm suddenly grabbed his shoe.
It was a burly white man lying in a pool of blood, his mouth indistinctly crying for help. "Help … help …"
"Scar Face?"
Chung Shen-soo turned the man over and realized that he knew him. He was the gunman of the convoy. There was a hideous knife scar on his face, but he was actually very young and had a good character.
After checking the wound, he found that it hadn't hurt any vital parts. He was lucky.
"Count yourself lucky. Let's go together."
He helped Scar Face up, and the two slowly walked into the birch forest.
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