The Duke of Angus looked at Allen with a look that, based on his fifty years of life experience, made him feel that Allen didn't seem to be taking him to restore the family's glory, but rather to be taking him to kill people.
Fighting and killing...how uncivilized!
Can't you just say it nicely if you have something to say?
The Duke of Angus wanted to refuse, but after repeating “I… I…” for a long time, he still did not dare to refuse. The two of them were drinking, and he was a little sober, but not completely sober... The Duke of Angus still had a sense of shame from the perspective of an elder.
In his mind, what does it mean to restore the family's glory?
make money!
Earn enough money to buy back his family's ancestral home, and then hire a few more servants. It would be even better if he could have hundreds of servants to take care of him like Alan. With the courage of the Duke of Angus, this is already the most prosperous family status he can imagine.
His ability is just like that. He can’t think of anything higher… He can’t even think of anything higher…
"Okay...ok, but what time is it now? It's so late, how about we go tomorrow?"
Duke Angus looked up at the sky. It was past nine o'clock. In the distance, there were still some small boats with lights floating on the Thames. From here to Manchester, it was at least 300 kilometers. Even if they set out now, it would take more than three hours, and they would arrive after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night... There was no need to travel at night, right?
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"Heh... We don't have to leave now, but I don't like to wait. Now that something has happened, I need to find out the situation and solve it immediately. If it's too late..."
Alan glanced at Duke Angus playfully and continued, "I'm afraid they will think I'm afraid of them. I can't wait all night."
Solve it tomorrow?
With Alan's personality, he wanted to fly to Manchester right now. Fortunately... he was still rational. Even if he was in a hurry, he had to do the preliminary work first. What was the identity of the other party, what organization, how many people were there? Why did the Manchester police shirk responsibility? All of this needed to be understood clearly so that he could call for help!
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"Go! Call home and ask Huth to personally investigate. Within half an hour, mobilize all our connections in Manchester to find out who the people who attacked me are, how many people there are, and which family is backing them!"
Alan squinted his eyes and watched Xiao Shitou begin to explain the situation. He saw Xiao Shitou quickly take out a small notebook and start recording. After he finished recording, he added another sentence.
"Let's take a look at Manchester as a whole and the surrounding cities to see how many people we can gather in a short period of time. Go and do this yourself. After you've counted them, come and report to me. By the way... have someone help me roast a few more lamb kidneys."
Alan snapped his fingers, explained everything clearly, raised his glass, signaled the Duke of Angus to continue drinking, and then continued to play music and dance.
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"It's so late, are you still going out?"
Kate was excitedly wearing a set of purple super transparent stockings, standing in front of Alan ready to show them to him, but seeing that Alan seemed to have no interest in the battle suit she had carefully prepared today, and was instead ready to go out, Kate couldn't help but pull Alan and ask in annoyance.
"Ah..." Alan took a deep breath with an intoxicated look on his face. The air was filled with a mixed smell of shampoo, shower gel and Kate's perfume. In addition to these... there was also the unique smell of the textile material after the stockings were just unpacked. All the smells mixed together smelled good and gave people great motivation!
Normally at this time, we should have moved on to the next step, but not today!
He has to go to Manchester overnight, and the short preparation time in between is not enough to enjoy himself. Alan plans to follow the example of the ancient sages, like Guan Yu who warmed the wine and killed Hua Xiong. Today, Master Alan will eat the roasted kidneys, then go to warm the woman and kill the black guy, so as to make a quick decision and not delay his little event tonight!
"Get dressed. I'm going to Manchester in a while. After I leave, you can take a rest and then come to see me in the car. It will take me about an hour to do my work. By the time I'm done, you will be in Manchester at about the same time. Let's go to Manchester tonight and have fun, okay?"
Alan pinched Kate's chin and explained in an unquestionable tone.
"snort!"
They had already taken a shower, put on makeup, changed into their battle robes, and had everything ready, but suddenly there was a delay. Alan could bear it, but Kate couldn't help her childish temper. She rolled her eyes, didn't refute, picked up the bath towel from the bed, put it on, turned around and went out. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Xiao Shitou who was about to knock on the door. The girl snorted at Xiao Shitou and deliberately lifted Xiao Shitou, but found that the big butler was too strong to lift him... She could only snort again and slip away from Xiao Shitou.
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Little Stone looked puzzled as he turned his head to look at Kate who was walking away, then looked at Alan who was sitting in the bedroom, then he bent over with a stack of documents and walked to Alan and whispered, "Master, Sir Angus will go home first to tell his family, and he also needs to change his clothes and bring his bodyguards. He will leave directly from his home in a while, and he said he will meet us in Manchester."
"Well, have you found the information?"
"I found out. This gang is a medium-sized gang in Manchester. It was founded three years ago and is called the Gucci Gang. They are considered an outsider gang. Most of their members are black and Latino, with a small number of Asians. They seem to be related to the American Crips. There are about 300 members. They are currently expanding very fast. It is said that... they are engaged in related money laundering, kidnapping, selling drugs, selling people, pimping, and a little bit of homemade arms business."
"Oh? It's very formal?!"
After hearing the introduction of this gang, Alan looked curious.
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This is all-round development, what do you call it?
To use the popular term nowadays, this is called diversified development. There are masters in this gang. This is not the lowest-class gang of hooligans. This is a serious gang that does all kinds of bad things and has a wide range of ways to make money. They are also involved in arms, although they are homemade in small handmade workshops, but this also shows that these people must have weapons in their hands.
But Alan was not worried about this. Even if they made weapons, at most they would be pistols or homemade bombs. They couldn't make anything more advanced.
Generally speaking, gangs that can get high-end goods are not so small in scale, and they will not cause trouble over something as trivial as delivering a takeaway.
This is a matter of perspective and mentality, he has seen a lot of it.
Although there are no such gangs in Wales, the family records a lot of information and organizational structures of gangs that have been eliminated in the past. Alan knows all about these!
An orthodox nobleman with some real power is a natural enemy of local small gangs!
Because most of the nobles have to be based in the local area, like Allen, they have their own family that monitors local security. If there is chaos in the local area, their family will be reprimanded by their superiors.
These gangs have to establish themselves locally. Whether they are collecting protection fees or doing other bad things, they all like to eat grass in their own backyard.
This conflicts with the nobles' business philosophy. One does not want chaos in the local area, while the other will only cause chaos in the local area.
So... whenever these little thugs emerge in the local area and form an organization of more than five people, it is time to wipe them out.
Anyway, in Wales, after World War II, there was a group of veterans and local unemployed people who formed a group to find a way out of the law. Later...
Later they all disappeared slowly. If they were guilty of extremely serious crimes, even their families would disappear with them.
Faced with such cruel means, who would dare to do these things? Isn't it better to live an honest life?
If there is any place in Wales where such gangs still exist, it is Swansea. There is a port here, and the flow of people is complicated. Occasionally there are traces of gang members' activities, but their style is definitely different from that of the outside world...
Being a gang member in Wales is as dangerous as being a rioter. Even if there are some... no one dares to make it public. Most of them are just passing through for a short time, or they just regard this place as a safe trading place. After the transaction, they take a boat to England on the other side. They will not stay here for long to avoid being targeted by the mad dog Hill family and being killed.
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"More than 300 people, with weapons... Where are our people?"
Alan pondered for a moment. With a group of more than 300 people, if a fight breaks out within Great Britain, it can be considered a small-scale local conflict. This must be taken seriously and not messed around. Although Alan psychologically despises these gangs, he still has to pay enough attention to them and not let them capsize in the gutter.
"Excluding some of the elderly and those on vacation, we can gather 562 people in Manchester and the surrounding areas of Bolton, Rochdale, Altrincham, and Turfport in a short period of time."
"Um……"
More than 500 people versus more than 300 people. The number seems to be less than twice as many, but it is not a big problem.
There are not 300 gang members gathered together, but they are scattered. Facing more than 500 organized and disciplined veterans, these random people are powerless to resist, but as long as they are properly commanded, they can't do anything.
The only problem left now is that the accident happened in Manchester, which is not in Wales!
If it was in Wales, with just these few people, Alan would have dared to send tanks to bomb them, label them rioters, and even get credit for killing them.
But once he left Wales and entered England, he no longer had this right. If he transported a large number of weapons from his home to Manchester, not to mention whether it was against the rules, if things really got out of hand, Alan thought of the Queen. Given the Queen's temper, the deportation order he had just issued would have to be extended for at least another year.
If too many people are beaten to death, they might even have to be put under house arrest!
How can I live if I have to stay at home and can't go out?
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Pinching his brows, Alan looked at the little stone and racked his brains to recall what was recorded in the old books at home about what to do when encountering similar situations?
He must do it. If he touches his deliverymen, it will be a slap in Allen's face. These people can't escape.
The question now is how to do it?
You can't just use a knife to attack people, right?
Eh? Wait…
Alan's eyes lit up. He couldn't transport guns into England on a large scale, but he could still get some controlled knives. It wouldn't be considered a violation.
In this way, with more people, certain protective measures, and some stun grenades and the like, we can still fight!
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"Write it down!"
"Yes!" Xiao Shitou looked at his young master and thought for a long time. Suddenly he was about to give an order and quickly took out a notebook and pen from his chest pocket.
"Call home and ask Huth to notify the tinplate factory and have the person in charge there call for help right away. I want at least 600 machetes within two hours. They must be of excellent quality. The style doesn't matter, as long as they are handy. After they are produced, they will be shipped directly to Manchester!"
"ah?"
Little Shitou's hand holding the pen trembled. Hearing this shocking news, he subconsciously exclaimed, and seeing Alan staring at him fiercely, he quickly wrote down the information word for word.
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Talking about the industries of the nobility, sometimes some factories may seem insignificant, but when they are really used, Alan sometimes sighs that the Hill family, which seems to be a reckless family, actually has a lot of foundation!
For example, the old count tried his best to maintain several factories before his death.
When Alan first took over the family affairs, he often had a headache because of the several unprofitable factories in the family.
For example, the radio manufacturer later upgraded his industry and moved part of his production line to China.
Then there is the tinplate factory, which only produces things like iron cans and iron buckets, and doesn't make any money.
There are also food and textile factories that produce some scraps of snack food and some Welsh-style blankets, socks, etc.
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In the past, Alan didn't know why he was so obsessed with these shabby factories. But later, after he succeeded to the throne and read more books at home, he gradually discovered that these factories were still of some importance.
For example, the radio may seem outdated now, but what if we enter wartime?
No matter what kind of communication tools you use, they are useless. Radio and radio are still the most useful!
The tinplate factory may look like a shabby place, but it can produce weapons at critical moments. It is a steel processing factory. Is there any difference between processing metal buckets and boxes and processing swords or even armor?
Without considering style, only practicality is considered.
No difference!
As for the food factory, it is even simpler. Their factory mainly produces some things that are not very tasty, but are very filling, refreshing or long-lasting. If these things are called by another name, they are roughly equivalent to military rations!
As for textile factories, there is no need to mention them. They provide food, clothing and other daily necessities. This one is responsible for producing clothes and the like.
A very complete basic wartime insurance system.
As long as they control these factories, even if Wales is paralyzed, they can still produce weapons at any time and do their old business!
And now... Alan also remembered these things, so he took them out and used them. He wondered if the craftsmanship of those old guys in the tinplate factory had declined?
Can you also make things like machetes?
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"Master, how can we transport so many things from home to Manchester in such a short time? If we can produce them in two hours, plus transportation, by the time they arrive in Manchester...it will be daybreak."