Overturned Tower

Uncoded people have no dreams and beliefs to speak of.

As long as there is no gun pointed at the back, no leader watching, once the situation is not good, and the opponent's firepower is stronger than his own, he will definitely turn around and run away.

If the opponent's firepower is too fierce, and the leader behind him is in a hurry - it is not impossible to directly join hands to kill the leader, and then turn back on the spot.

Since everyone is a rabble, it is natural that the side that gets the most support will win.

"...Then if we ignore them, we will be squeezed by them; but if we ignore them, we will directly stand on the most direct opposite."

Hang Kill frowned, only feeling a headache: "Then haven't we already lost?"

"The lesser of two evils."

On the contrary, Malt Wine calmed down: "My plan is to control the situation first... and then negotiate with the company based on this."

"I can't talk about it."

The godfather replied without hesitation: "Even if we are successfully integrated, we are not monolithic.

"Remember the 'labyrinth'? Even mages can infiltrate, and those ordinary uncoded people are naturally more corrupt. They just need to keep helping our hidden opponents, and we will be exhausted... Repeating the 'internal cleaning' repeatedly This process until people leave us with fear or disgust.

"It looks like we are numerous and powerful. But we are not united at all.

"Unity—is the most important thing."

He could see it.

Why does ale specifically pull strangle out of the conversation.

Because among all the mages, only the two of them are considered "surrenderers" in a certain sense, and they need to be recruited.

But from another point of view, maybe only the two of them have a little sense of "responsibility".

The other mages are either lunatics who just want revenge on the upper city or the company; or as long as they can run, it doesn’t matter even if they are dogs, and they don’t care about other people at all—maybe they want to go back to deal with the lower city after they run away.

The purpose of Strangling and Ale, however, has always been to "maintain the general structure of Lower City" to turn it into a legal organization...at least to keep the company from attacking them.Like the Hudson Marine Mining Company, it defaults to the existence of those who do not have a code.

They know very well that it is absolutely impossible for them to defeat the company.But this matter requires the director's nod.

But the truth revealed by the godfather made them despair again—it's not that Malt Wine couldn't see this scene, she just had a little luck.

That's why the godfather sighed that he really underestimated her.

At least in this kind of deadlock, she will choose to fight... Although the gamble is not only her own life, but the existence of the entire lower city.

"Then let me give you a suggestion."

The godfather said slowly: "You still remember those mercenaries.

"My suggestion is related to them... I suggest that a mercenary alliance can be formed. Unify all the mercenaries in the lower city... I will be the leader."

"...but what about those 'temporary residents'?"

While rubbing his eyebrows, Hang Shou felt as if his brain was boiling: "They are the key, right?"

"Don't worry, big lion."

Malt Wine seemed to realize something.

"Any more?"

There was a sweet and innocent smile on her face again: "Dad~"

"...don't call me that."

The godfather choked.

He always felt that she was disgusting him, but there was no evidence.

"Forget it, let me continue..."

The barber coughed lightly and continued to explain: "We can share internal information among those mercenaries.

"That is to say, we are not united on the surface. But the various mercenary regiments under our control can cross our organizational relationship to form a mercenary organization.

"Because mercenaries are just needed, once an organization is formed, we will essentially become a monopoly organization of the 'mercenary industry'.

"What can we do when the mission information of mercenaries can communicate with each other?"

"Can you increase the task price?"

Malt Wine was thinking positively: "Or, let those middlemen dare not stop talking about mercenaries?

"We've essentially become a 'super-middleman' that all middlemen have to butt against."

"Yes, we have established a mercenary platform."

The godfather nodded: "And this means one thing...

"Mercenary missions are generally confrontational. Either against corporations, or against security guards, or against other mercenaries.

"Once human resources can be deployed, it means that the efficiency of mercenary missions will be greatly improved.

"And we can even control the 'win or lose' of the mercenaries... to influence the situation in the upper city."

For example, in a commercial war between two companies, they hire mercenaries from each other to attack and defend.

But what if, the Godfather wants one of these companies to win?

Then the other family couldn't hire any reliable mercenaries.That will be a losing battle.

"In other words. Since the company wants to control our downtown through them, let them come wherever they want...we give them territory."

The godfather said slowly: "But relatively... we also need to control the companies, large and small, in the upper city at the same time.

"Your thinking was wrong from the very beginning, ale. No matter how big downtown gets, it doesn't make sense. Because the company is not afraid of us at all, and we can't offer anything to negotiate with the company. You expand blindly like that , On the contrary, it will make the lower city more conspicuous... It will give the head office a feeling of 'they have begun to lose control'. They will only make up their minds to let them wipe out the lower city.

"We just can't have an entity. We can only exist in the form of a thought, an idea, and an organization. When necessary, the site and stronghold can be discarded... like a creeping fog, visible but intangible .

"The head office can control those small companies, and we can also control them. From this perspective, we have become the same level of existence as them - we have jumped up and become chess players, not chess pieces.

"It doesn't matter how they kill it. We can live here, we can live there, we can't even be in downtown...because it's just us who's going to affect it - it's my 'wish'.

"Let the corporations take us seriously! Let them respect their godfather, as you do.

"If they don't respect their godfather, they won't be able to hire reliable mercenaries anymore. But if they plan to fight us with all their strength, it's impossible... because we are not the primary enemy of these companies at all.

"The enemy of a company can only always be other companies; and the company and the company cannot be united for a long time, and they only have interests in their eyes.

"Then, we can conversely... attack companies that are our enemies by controlling other companies. If you really want to negotiate, you need this level of influence.

"For those directors, as long as it doesn't affect them, it's a trivial matter; as long as they can't get in touch with the board of directors, they are civilians. They don't care about those who have or don't... Only those who really benefit them Only when we are damaged can they face us squarely.

"Since according to the practice of malt wine, the head office will regard us as its competitors-then, we'd better really have the strength to become its competitors."

"... Doesn't this mean that the company has become our mercenary instead?"

Hearing about it, Hang Ling was a little worried: "But can this be done?"

"can."

"...It is indeed possible, but it is difficult."

Malt Wine frowned, but did not raise any objections.

Her expression was very complicated, and she looked into the godfather's eyes with a little more respect and prudence: "It is possible. But it is very difficult to execute...and there will be many unexpected situations, which are very dangerous."

"I can do it."

The godfather replied without hesitation: "There is no doubt about it."

If he is really just the "Godfather" of the downtown area, it may be really difficult.He couldn't even find the contact information of those people.

But...he has another identity.

So this matter will become very simple.

If things go well, even the unrest in Uptown could make a smooth transition.

"Your style isn't enough, Ale."

The godfather looked deeply at the woman with horse ears: "Your self-assertion almost put the lower city into a more dangerous situation."

He replied without hesitation: "Call me Godfather, and ask for my forgiveness. I will solve these troubles for you."

"godfather."

This time, Malt Wine obediently lowered his head.

She had a deep understanding of the absolute gap between the two, something she hadn't experienced in the previous meeting: "Please help me... please forgive my previous self-assertion. I really want to go downtown."

The barber straightened up from his seat, reached out and touched her head and her ears.

This is her soulmate characteristic.

It is her proof as a "beast".

"I agree."

There was serenity and compassion in his eyes: "I forgive.

"give it to me."

Chapter 53 The Underground Family

Malt was born as a fraudster, she must be very smart.

After being accurately pointed out by the godfather about the problems in her plan, she did not continue to speak bluntly, quibble, or become angry. Instead, she immediately accepted a more correct plan and was even willing to apologize for it.

From this alone, the barber can tell that she will become a big shot in the future.

The barber even felt that Malt Wine's brain was much smarter than his own.

She can understand immediately what she needs to think for a long time to think of...

It's like a teacher teaching a very difficult math problem to a good student.

The teacher also had to think for a while before he could sort out his thoughts—but he just said a few words, and the students suddenly understood.

Coming here to ask for advice doesn't mean that the student is not as smart as the teacher, it's just that she lacks some experience.

The barber is very rational... because he has met many, many outstanding people, and has a fairly clear understanding of his own talent.

Therefore, he will not be immersed in this sense of superiority of "helping others solve difficult problems", mistakenly thinking that he is better than the other party.

——He is just a forerunner.

Malt Wine holds a team of fraudsters who have already entered the upper city, and also has mercenary resources in his hands.Now with the support of the White Lion Group, the "downtown order maintainer", all resources have been obtained.

She can even see into the short future and understand what's going on downtown.

But no matter how smart she is, she is only a young man in her early twenties after all.

Whether she intends to alienate the relationship between strangulation and the godfather, or intends to evade the godfather and fight for power, it is just her reckless action under the crisis and confusion.Because subjectively, she hopes that her plan can be successful, so she unconsciously ignores the negative effects of the plan, as well as the possibility of its success and its subsequent impact after success.

In the face of great pressure, people have to do something.Otherwise, you can't comfort yourself, you can't make yourself feel at ease.

But just reassuring yourself without facing up to the pain and difficulties will only cause huge omissions.

This is also the meaning of team, staff and think tank.

No matter how smart a person is, once they have strong expectations, their thoughts will always be biased.

The desire to reach the other side will distort the original wise brain.That's why I need the wisdom of all people to help me.

From another perspective, it is precisely because the barber does not have such panic and desire that he can remain sober and rational.

——Because he is not a real uncoded person after all.

In the future, there might be real troubles befalling him.At that point, advice from an outsider's ale might be more constructive.

Of course, even so...

She tried to calculate her actions, and she would not simply be forgiven.

While stroking the malt wine's slender ears, the godfather said slowly, "I will solve your troubles.

"And you, Ale? How would you like to repay me?"

"What do you think... my godfather?"

Malt Wine raised his head, rubbed against the godfather's palm lightly, and made a slightly hoarse voice: "Anything is fine."

But the godfather's eyes were clear, as indifferent as a windless lake.

"You owe me once."