Wine and Gun

At this moment, the entire city has been shrouded in a gauze-like twilight, and the street lights have not been fully lit, but it is very difficult to see things. The flower shop called "Clores Flower Garden" was shrouded in a circle of warm orange lights falling from the roof of the shop's canopy.

The decor of this flower shop looks exactly like a normal flower shop: brightly colored rain shelters on the eaves of the shop, and containers of fresh-cut bouquets are placed from the shop to the street outside. But the flower shop was more spacious than Bell expected, and the air was filled with the smell of moisture; the lights were turned on in the room, and the flowers looked delicate and lovely under the bright light.

In addition to this, a replica of Botticelli's "chūn" hangs on the wall at the end of the shop, and a white stone of Hercules fighting the giant lion of Nemia is placed on the side of the wall near the door. Sculpture, a white, heart-shaped porcelain vase stands on a shelf in the corner, blood-red rose bushes burrow out of every thick blood vessel in the heart.

Amid the odd pile of ornaments, the brown-haired florist gave Bell a polite smile.

"Hello, sir," said the shopkeeper, as if unsuspecting, "do you need anything?"

Bell's face was stern - he didn't need anything, he just hoped that this seemingly good-natured shopkeeper in front of him could quickly see the situation like the other shopkeepers who had been charged protection fees by him before, and then pay him the money.

Thinking like this, he glanced at the shop across the street. There was a tailor shop across the street. Usually, only an old lady with half gray hair was watching the shop. Bell got a sum of money from the old lady half a month ago. Now, across the dimly lit street, Bell can see the other party looking in this direction in horror through the glass door of the shop.

The flower shop owner obviously noticed this too. He looked a little confusedly at the old lady who was trying to wink at him across a street not far away, and then at Bell, who looked fierce and obviously not easy to mess with, and then hesitantly Asked: "You—?"

"Did they not mention me to you?" Bell asked.

He has been in Flora for a month, and he made a big move here in order to collect the protection fee. They even set fire to a shop that paid protection fees—those shopkeepers should have known him by now.

Oh.

Then Bell saw such an epiphany look on the shopkeeper's face, and before he could tell if there was any fear in it, it was gone in a flash - but who cares? He now knows that he is only one step away from the result he wants.

The fear and obedience he needed, such a trivial gift, would be fitting to please the eldest who had transferred him to Flora, in short, it was enough for him to prove himself capable.

So Bell felt complacent, after all, everything went so smoothly. He tilted his head slightly, and threw a deterrent look at the old lady who was still looking at the place frightened not far away. The old lady jumped back into his shop as if she had been stabbed by a needle, and with a bang, she hung it up. The curtained glass door closed.

Now looking out from the door of the flower shop, it was pitch black and empty. That's fine, if the guy in front of him is really not enlightened enough to need him to threaten, no one can disturb them.

"Then," Bell said cheerfully, "you should know what to do."

Albarino didn't really expect that when he opened a flower shop, he would meet the mafia who received protection fees. Or let’s just say it straight: He just didn’t know the sufferings of the world before, and there were many gangsters who received protection fees in Westland, but at that time he was a forensic doctor of the Forensic Medicine Bureau, and it was impossible to fight with such a person. Jiāo Road.

When the shop first opened, he heard a little bit about the protection fee from the old lady who opened the tailor shop across the street (the old lady also generously gave him a lot of baked apple pies, which he finally put Pedang dessert was sent to Herstal’s office): According to the old lady, she has opened a shop on this street for ten years, and she has never encountered a mafia who collects protection fees before. Suddenly, a guy with many tattoos appeared on his body, followed by several younger brothers. These people had to charge 1,500 euros a month to let it go, and even set fire to a restaurant that refused to pay the protection fee.

The shopkeepers on this street are obviously as confused as Albarino. They don't know the origin of the group of people who suddenly appeared, and they don't know if they will come next month. But no matter what the future holds, the tattooed, vicious guy is already blocking the door of Albarino's store, and he looks like he won't leave without giving him money.

Albarino carefully looked at the guy opposite him: this man has exaggerated muscles like a mountain, and he is a head taller than him. Obviously, he looks like he can smash the shop anytime, anywhere... Those in his shop Fresh-cut flowers can't take this kind of damage.

"Five hundred euros?" Albarino thought for a moment, then said in a very cautious tone, "And I heard you only accept cash? I'm afraid this money won't be available in a short time—"

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