Strictly speaking, Giant Mickey was lucky.
Even at the age of fifty-five, he had been forcibly transported to the Karim Continent.
More importantly, right from the start, he had obtained an A-grade talent that was both straightforward and incredibly useful—Forcible Seizure.
This talent not only allowed him to pull his lackeys from other districts to his side one by one...
But it also allowed him to forcibly seize those lackeys' shelters as his own.
Although there were limitations, such as only being able to pull people he knew, had met in person, and shared a certain level of intimacy with, it was more than enough for an ambitious man like him.
In mathematics, isn't the hardest problem turning a zero into a one?
Once he learned of his talent, Giant Mickey began his operations.
Being clever, he didn't choose to pull people over immediately. Instead, he went out alone to find supply chests for food and water while lying low.
He waited for two or three days, until people in the district began to die, before he finally made his move.
After all, the number 10,001 was easy for people to notice, but no one would think twice about the number 9,986.
His talent, which could be used twice a day, led him to choose the dead of night to pull people in.
Because at that time, everyone inside their shelters was asleep, making the forced seizure of the shelters much more convenient.
And so it went.
He relied on his ability to pull together a small team of about a dozen people.
With these hands, he recruited many petty thieves in the surrounding area to become his subordinates, growing his numbers to over fifty people in less than a week.
However, he knew that District 666 was definitely not as simple as he had imagined.
After all, after the first day, the demographics of District 666 had become common knowledge.
A district composed of criminals marginalized on Blue Star—the word 'abandoned' was an incredibly fitting description.
In a place like this, someone who could craft potions had suddenly appeared.
Under these circumstances, how could he not be overjoyed?
For a time, he even thought this was a blessed land bestowed upon him by the heavens.
However, no matter how he tried to contact Lan Qingyou, the other party never replied. Every time he sent a friend request, she deleted it, not taking him seriously at all.
This was why he had lost his temper and ordered his men to track down the location of her shelter.
He didn't need much.
As long as he found the place and met her in person, just a few lines of trash talk would be enough to establish 'intimacy.'
That way, he could pull her and her shelter to his side during the night.
When that time came, wouldn't an alchemist be his for the taking, becoming a major asset in his quest to dominate the Karim Continent?
The same went for that chef named Gu Xiaobei and the merchant Shang Chuan.
He wanted to bring all these talents under his command.
Furthermore, the first magic turbulence had destroyed all those level 1 shelters, making his position even more stable.
As it turned out...
While he was still dreaming his beautiful dream, Machine Gun Jacksey had stabbed him in the back.
Four men dead in a single sniping incident was something 'Godfather' Mickey could not accept.
And so, a counter-sniping operation against Jacksey and his men followed.
“Godfather, Jacksey and his men will be here soon.”
“Good. Tell everyone to get ready to move.”
When a group of men with their pants sagging off their hips appeared on the path carrying various weapons, Mickey immediately ordered Manel and the others to strike.
“Fuck! It's Mickey's men!”
“We've been ambushed!”
“Attack! Quick!”
“Run!”
Upon seeing Manel and the others rush out from the bushes or leap down from the trees, Jacksey's team instantly fell into chaos.
But Manel and the others didn't care about that; they charged forward with their weapons raised.
In an instant, shouts of slaughter echoed along the path, and magic occasionally flew through the air, making for a very lively scene.
Mickey, meanwhile, stood on a tree branch, watching it all with cold eyes.
Whether it was the street brawls of his youth or the magic battles of the present, there wasn't much difference to Mickey.
They were all simply life-or-death struggles.
So, even as limbs flew and lives were cut down like grass below him, Mickey didn't even flinch.
About ten minutes later, the battle came to a hasty end.
Mickey's side already had a massive numerical advantage, and with the added benefit of a sneak attack from an ambush, the outcome was essentially never in doubt.
At the cost of six deaths on Mickey's side, they completely wiped out the dozen or so people Jacksey had brought.
Naturally, this included Jacksey himself.
“Godfather, the battle is over.”
“Mm.”
Watching this exhilarating battle, Mickey nodded with satisfaction. He felt as if he had returned to his younger days brawling on the streets of Los Angeles.
This was the life men of the underworld were meant to live!
Bang!
Just as Mickey was caught in his sentiment, a bullet suddenly blew his head apart, causing him to leave this world forever.
“Godfather!”
Witnessing this sudden sniping, Manel immediately let out a loud cry, reaching out in panic to catch Mickey's body.
“Brother Manel! It's a sniper! The sniper is over there!”
One of the lackeys shouted, pointing in a certain direction.
But Manel had no intention of pursuing.
“Retreat! Protect me as we return to the base!”
Picking up Mickey's corpse, Manel shouted and headed toward Mickey's shelter.
After seeing Manel and the others retreat, the sniper wearing a ghillie suit also left the area with their AWM sniper rifle. After several twists and turns, they returned to their own shelter.
Elu'er: “BOSS, mission complete. Mickey is dead.”
Shang Chuan: “Good work. Here is the fee for the mission. Also, I'll leave that inside man for you to deal with; have fun with him however you like.”
Elu'er: “The BOSS is generous!”
After receiving five +30 Healing Potions, Elu'er gave a whistle and sent a reply.
When Shang Chuan saw it, he adjusted his glasses and smiled slightly.
Shang Chuan was a merchant.
Naturally, a merchant would sell whatever was valuable. So, what was the most valuable thing in this different world?
Magic tools? Books? Materials? Magic?
Perhaps.
But wherever there were people, there would be conflict, and so information naturally became one of the most valuable commodities.
As early as the first night after being forcibly transported to Karim, Shang Chuan had established a clear development path for himself.
And after learning about the atmosphere of the place he was in, he began recruiting people.
Whatever you had on your person before being forcibly transported would come with you.
Clothes, pants, glasses, and—for example—a sniper rifle.
Fortunately, while Shang Chuan was out patrolling the area around his shelter on the first day, he had witnessed Elu'er using a gun to hunt rabbits.
Thus, Elu'er naturally entered Shang Chuan's sights.
In the name of a mercenary, he successfully hired them to be the sharpest weapon in his hand.
As for whether Mickey was dead, one only needed to look at the channel to see if the man still existed.
It was impossible to fake.
Elu'er: “BOSS, I'm running low on bullets.”
Shang Chuan: “Don't worry, I'll find someone to make them for you.”
Elu'er: “OK.”
Looking at Elu'er's reply, Shang Chuan smiled. Then, he opened his friend list, selected a friend, and sent a message.
Shang Chuan: “Your request has been fulfilled. Please settle the balance. Perhaps next time we chat, it would be more appropriate for me to call you ‘Godfather’ Manel?”
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