Chapter 228 In Reality - Countdown
Brixham Harbour.

The sunlight streamed out from the white clouds, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

Kim got up early.

He opened the garage, ripped off the dusty windshield of the car, and climbed into the black Fiat.

The instrument panel lights up.

Kim drove the car across the yard.

But when he drove out of the gate, he suddenly stopped.

——A guy who looked like a beggar stood there, blocking the road completely.

A moment of silence.

He rolled down the window, leaned out and asked with a frown, "Why are you here?"

"I came to see an old friend I haven't seen for a long time."

John smiled, opened his hands, threw the cigarette butt in his mouth to the ground, and crushed it with his toes: "Don't be like this! We have been reunited for a long time, do you want a warm hug?"

As he spoke, his last puff of thin smoke dissipated from the corner of his mouth. The white mist floated in the breeze, hiding the complexity and melancholy behind the veil.

Seeing this pretentious face, Kim couldn't help showing a disgusted expression and raised the window coldly.

"I'm sorry, I don't know you well, and I don't have time to catch up with you."

Kim turned the wheel.

The car rushed forward suddenly with the accelerator pressed.

"Eh? Wait a minute!"

John quickly dodged, stuck his palm in the gap of the car window, and said with a smile: "Give me two minutes! I really have something important to tell you!"

"Not interested in."

Kim glanced at the old man who was running after the car, picked up a lighter beside him, and moved towards the other person's finger that was reaching into the car.

“FUCK!! Sssssss!”

John cursed loudly, shivered from the burn, and withdrew his hand with a scream of pain.

The window of the car next to him was immediately closed, the accelerator was stepped on, and the engine running at full throttle left him behind in an instant.

Before the car disappeared, John's veins bulged and he shouted loudly to the front.

"What I want to say is related to Alan!!"

laugh--!
The tires rubbed against the cobblestone road and produced a burning smell.

Kim stopped the car and got out with a gloomy look: "What do you want to say?"

John ran over, coughed a few times due to the exhaust gas, and covered his mouth and nose: "You want to take Alan to the hospital, right? Believe me, there is another thing that is more worthy for us to do now!"

Kim stared at him for a moment, her voice cold: "Get in the car, I'll give you five minutes."

John gave a sly smile, walked around the other person and sat on the passenger seat, but was instantly overwhelmed by the sudden fishy smell.

"Ugh... Damn it! Don't you even put in some aromatherapy? Why does the car smell so bad?"

"It was used to transport fish a few months ago."

Kim explained, sitting back in the driver's seat and tapping the glass of her watch with her fingers.

"You have four minutes."

John scratched his hair and hesitated for a long time before he said slowly, "I think... you should also know that something happened in Brixham that ordinary people cannot understand."

"you know too?!"

Kim was a little surprised and looked him up and down: "What does this have to do with you?"

John laughed dryly and said frankly, "To be honest, I am also a mixed-race person. I am from the same place as that young man named Caesar... Uh, you know what mixed-race means, right?"

"Human mixed with reptilian blood, huh?"

"……almost."

John touched his earlobe awkwardly and muttered softly: "Listening to what you said, I feel like I am a weird species born from India."

Kim grabbed something and fiddled with the paddles on the side of the steering wheel.

The stone slabs in the daylight flashed alternately with inconspicuous high and low lights.

He took a deep breath, suddenly feeling angry and a little contemptuous.

"So, you relied on this despicable method to win the battle with the leader ten years ago?"

"Hey, why are you bringing up this old story?"

John twitched his face, shrugged, and leaned his head back on the raised back of the chair.

"Hey! Let me tell you, Heyman knows about this... He has admitted it himself, so don't worry about it."

Kim deadpanned.

He reached out and fished out half a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket.

Hold it in your mouth and light it.

The familiar taste passed through the throat and rushed into the nasal cavity, and a light mint flavor could be faintly tasted.

Kim looked at the wrinkled golden double-headed eagle national emblem on the cigarette cover in her palm, laughed inexplicably, and smoothed the pattern bit by bit with her fingers.

——Sobranie.

The only cigarette he had ever smoked growing up.

same……

It is also the man’s favorite brand.

Exhaling all the irregular smoke rings, Kim touched his depressed chest, feeling as if there was a full ten years of depression there.

Smoke slowly filled the space.

In the small carriage.

Only two pairs of eyes in confusion and memories are left...

……

The world is a huge group portrait novel, and everyone has his or her own story.

If we move the timeline forward 15 years.

Brixham is the most standard gangster movie.

The Golden Deer Gang is entrenched in the port and rooted in the fishing industry. With the help of the booming tourism industry and the rising fish prices after the mad cow disease epidemic, it has expanded wildly, frequently dabbled in other industries, and intervened in Devon's largest drug trafficking and transportation industry.

(The detailed topographic map of the sewers kept by the Golden Deer Gang was explored and recorded for the last purpose.)
The hero who brought this gang, which was originally established for cooperative fishing, to its peak was a majestic man with golden hair named Heiman Brandt.

That was the gang's previous leader, and also the most impressive leader ever.

He is brave and intelligent, gentlemanly and elegant, and full of adventurous spirit, but he is also lawless, unscrupulous, and to some extent cold-blooded and cruel.

The first thing that made him famous was...

In 1993, when the gang was expanding and clashing with other forces, he led a suicide squad carrying a high-powered bomb to detect heartbeats, and after leading the way through a tragic bloody battle, he forced the other side to surrender and successfully retreat.

But just like the legendary nemesis of a heroic comic book character.

Heyman Brandt also had an opponent who was entangled with him - John Smith, who was just in his early 40s and in the prime of life.

Although the local police force in Brixham is very poor, John can always make the Golden Deer Gang's transactions a mess with the support of unknown intelligence and superior skills.

However, the ending is different from the comics.

In reality, weak individuals always find it difficult to have the last laugh.

then.

A huge monster!
And so it was born within ten years.

Countless people yearn for or worry about this, and will toss and turn because of a simple decision.

but.

When the time jumped to 1999, a turning point occurred that no one expected.

This was the year when the Golden Deer Gang’s power expanded to its peak.

Just when they were preparing to digest it for a while...

A letter was suddenly sent to Heymanbrandt!
It was a letter of challenge from John.

He said in the letter:

On September 9, three days later, at three in the morning, he would be on the beach south of the pier, waiting for Hymanbrandt to come.

If Heyman beat him, he would no longer be concerned about anything related to the Golden Deer Gang from then on; but if he won, he hoped that the Golden Deer Gang would be disbanded.

It's a joke!
It's even ridiculous!

The two completely unequal conditions make everyone think that this is not something that can be written by a human with normal IQ.

But it happens—

Heyman Brandt agreed!
Three days later, he went out alone, refusing to be accompanied by any of his men, carrying only a revolver and singing the tune of "Sweet Home Alabama." No one knows what happened during the night.

But in the early morning of the next day, Heymanbrandt, covered in blood, was left at the entrance of the Golden Deer Gang's base.

After waiting for a day and a night for rescue, Heyman finally regained consciousness.

The first thing he did after waking up was to stop his men from retaliating against John, and announced to all the cadres with a smile while lying on his sickbed:

[Look here, everyone! Brothers! Listen to me... From today on, let the history of the Golden Deer Gang end here! Everyone cheer! ]

Heyman has always been such a willful person.

He ignored the blood of those who sacrificed during his rise, and disregarded the subordinates who entrusted their lives to him, and just for an absurd bet, all the efforts of everyone went to waste.

The cadres questioned angrily.

But Hayman simply took out all his wealth and connections as a condition for those who wanted to continue to join the gang to leave Brixham and give up the name of the Golden Deer Gang.

The cadres agreed.

Of course they would not miss this opportunity to become king.

So from now on...

Brixham was finally at peace again.

Thanks to this achievement, John firmly held the position of the head of Brixham Police Station and has been slacking off on pay ever since then without being replaced.

As for Heyman...

He seemed to be unaffected and lived in his last remaining old house, raising his son while going out to sea to fish and going on diving adventures in remote waters in his spare time.

Later, only some old fishermen who were born and raised here quit the gang, picked up their ancestral skills again, and once again formed the Golden Deer Gang for cooperative fishing, and still gathered around Heimanbrandt.

And then.

2007 years.

Heimanbrandt, who suffered from a number of illnesses due to his experiences in his youth, died peacefully on the single-person boat he was on while out on an adventure.

……

The hour hand on my wrist ticks.

John came to his senses, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then reached for the lighter beside him.

"Kim, I need your help!" he said seriously after puffing out smoke.

"help?"

John chuckled.

"For example, fire support or something."

Kim glanced at the police pistol he carried at his waist.

"Why, are you eyeing the weapons left behind in our gang?"

"Ah, so be it."

John thought of Chu Zihang's equipment bag that had melted into the room, and scratched the few remaining hairs on the back of his head.

"You know the situation at the police station. There's nothing useful there, and there are no gun shops in Brixham."

Kim opened the car window and shook off the cigarette ashes, thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay. You go to 36 Knight Street, I'll say hello to the people there later."

"Great!"

John chuckled and rubbed his palms together again: "In addition to firepower support, can you provide me with some manpower support?"

Kim frowned and threw the cigarette butt that was about to burn out of the window: "Sorry, we don't want to get involved in the war of you inhuman species."

"But didn't you accompany Caesar to the sewers?"

"That's because he took over Alan's body... and I promised the leader that I would take good care of him."

John snapped his fingers when he heard this.

"Then you should have accompanied me! This time I found the culprit who caused all this!"

"The culprit?"

"That's right!"

John nodded and lied with his eyes open: "Get rid of him, and the consciousness that truly belongs to Alan Brandt will most likely return to his body again."

Kim was silent for a moment, then asked, "How sure are you?"

John curled his lips.

"If you mean the identity of the culprit... I'm 80% sure."

Kim stared at him.

John looked at her calmly.

After a long moment, Kim took a deep breath and asked, "Where to?"

"Don't worry, now is not the time."

Hearing the other party's agreement, John felt relaxed.

He took out a black cloth from his pocket and covered his face with it under Kim's surprised gaze.

"Go get the weapon from the place you mentioned first. When the time is right, I will tell you the location."

Kim was a little annoyed by his pretentiousness, but since it was about Alan, he held back his temper and started the car again.

"If you're not in a hurry, wait until I get a doctor."

"Well, if it doesn't take too long I have no problem with that... But, is Alan seriously injured?"

Kim thought of the pale young boy in the hospital bed.

That familiar face reminded him of some bad experiences. Suddenly, his pupils were filled with a haze and he stared at the road ahead in silence.

John was annoyed, curled his lips and stopped talking.

……

Time passed little by little.

After seeing the unconscious Allen, Kim asked the doctor to take good care of him here, then went to the armory to get his gun and returned to the car.

"Well, let's go. Now to 7 Bond Street."

John, who had been lying on his back in the passenger seat, heard someone coming back, stretched and said.

Kim didn't ask any more questions, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car forward at a constant speed.

Driving through the somewhat deserted streets.

John couldn't see, but he could feel the wheels crunching through the crisp mud.

After about 20 minutes.

The car slowly stopped in a densely built residential area.

"If a fight breaks out in a place like this, your position as police chief will be over."

"Don't worry. If the plan goes well, I promise there won't be any casualties."

John waved his hand and fumbled to open the car door.

"Okay Kim, don't worry about that for now, tell me if there's anyone around here?"

Kim looked around. "It's just the two of us."

"Very Good!"

John snapped his fingers and got out of the car, but kept his head inside. "That's a very good start... Now, you can go."

He gestured for the other party to leave, and before slamming the car door, he whispered one last sentence.

"Kim! Please! Don't be soft!"

"you think too much."

Kim sneered as he backed the car out of the alley. "Soft-handed? Ha! I've been dreaming about this day!"

"Really? It's my pleasure."

John bowed in a queer way.

After hearing the sound of the car engine disappear, he remained silent for a moment and reached out to take off the black cloth from his eyes.

The dazzling light flooded into the pupils again.

John bowed his head.

With all your eyes...

Looking forward——

That steel door with bronze rust on it!

(End of this chapter)