Chapter 19 "Windfall" (19) Basement

Ferguson said: "Good guy, this big bag of money really scares me. Roy, if you have anything to say, just tell me, and the brothers will bear it with you."

Downey also echoed: "That's right, we are close friends."

To be honest, Roy does not have 100% trust in Ferguson and Downey, two peers of his age, because both of them have self-destructive tendencies and have done many ridiculous things.

Ferguson was an excellent bartender. He also drank alcohol himself, and he was a heavy drinker. His favorite combination was whiskey and lemon soda.

Slender, handsome, and well-spoken, he was particularly popular with women. He had six girlfriends, five of whom broke up because they couldn't stand his drinking.

The last girlfriend was a little girl with a bad temper. She had tattoos, heavy goth makeup, pungent nose and lip nails, smoked, drank, and got into fights... She had the same bad temper as Ferguson.

The two came to the point of discussing marriage, but the girl not only drank alcohol but also took hallucinogens. In the end, she overdosed and was found dead in the bathroom of the apartment they shared.

This incident made Ferguson a murder suspect. If he was found guilty, he would have to go to jail even if he didn't take the shot. Thanks to the old man's connections in the legal world, Roy provided an alibi.

Clear his grievances.

After falling out of love, Ferguson was desperate for love, and his alcoholism became more serious. Doctors had warned him several times that if he didn't stop drinking, his liver would be destroyed. However, he turned a deaf ear and continued to drink, becoming a complete mess.

A madman who is not afraid of death.

Look at the other one, equally unreliable.

Downey is a fat otaku with diabetes. Apart from cooking, sweeping the floor, and washing dishes at the bar, he spends all his time sitting in front of the computer or game console screen.

He likes to listen to loud electronic music with full-face headphones turned to the maximum volume, and junk food with high calories and low vitamins. It would be wrong to say that he is lazy. In order to buy newly released game discs, he will risk his life.

I had to wait in line all night long in the heavy rain, and I was addicted to all kinds of video games to the point of madness.

Once, Donnie and the old man took a week off and did not come to work the second week. The people in the store were worried and knocked on his door, only to find that water was seeping from the crack in the door.

Everyone quickly called the fire brigade, broke down the door, turned off the faucet, and found Downey passed out in the bedroom wearing a VR game device. He smelled of feces and urine, was foaming at the mouth, and his hands and feet were twitching.

This kid spent a month in a hospital to recover, which cost Old Jon a lot of money. According to his own account, he almost never left the bedroom this week because of the new role-playing VR online game "New World of Warcraft".

"The Wrath of Cthulhu" was really interesting. He was lucky enough to get the internal test qualification, prepared all the dry food, and planned to raise the level to the full level in one go.

An electronic battle for supremacy in the virtual world began. When I was hungry, I took a few bites of hard bread. When I was thirsty, I drank tap water directly, forgetting to turn off the faucet.

In the end, he was so dizzy that he forgot to take insulin, couldn't tell the day of the month, forgot his work time, and didn't even bother to go to the bathroom. He peed directly into his pants. After working hard for several days and nights, he finally reached the highest level.

Then he fainted from exhaustion.

Of course, you can't entrust these two good friends with life-threatening matters to them.

But Roy knew that he could trust Old Jon without reservation, and only bastards and fools would question the honor of this veteran.

Roy has been Captain Jon's little fanboy for as long as he can remember.

Jon is a tough man who has served the Federation of Terra for half his life. He has won medals for many meritorious services and has brought the fine style of the military camp into his life as a retired soldier.

He was famous for his impartiality and outspokenness. Although his words were unpleasant, he always considered others. In the past days, whenever the neighbors had disputes, they would always turn to Old Jon for adjudication.

The older generation calls him "The Godfather", while the young people respectfully call him "Old Man".

Roy made up his mind and told the whole story of the sudden windfall, and promised to share it with everyone. Of course, he didn't tell the story about the underground shelter.

"Well, that's it. I've explained everything. I have applied for interstellar immigration qualifications for myself and Anna. I guess there will be news soon. I will use part of the money as travel expenses and living expenses, and the rest will be given to our brothers.

separated."

"Did you really... kill two gang members with a gun?"

"They forced me. Of course... there is also the element of greed for money in it."

Hearing that Roy had killed someone, both Ferguson and Downey were shocked and looked at each other, but Old Jon looked quite calm:

"He wanted to kill you, but you struck first. There's nothing to say. The law of this world is that the jungle eats the strong.

Since you have taken this money, you have to bear the corresponding risks. You are scared and unsure, and you dare not keep it at home. You are afraid that it will harm Anna because of this, so you came to me, right?"

Roy said nothing, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and nodded slightly.

"You should have come to me from the beginning. After all, you still don't trust me, an old man."

"I'm sorry, old man, I'm not coming now. I have to tell everyone honestly."

"You have done quite well. If those idiots on the street had obtained this money, they would have started squandering it long ago, and then they would have been discovered and beaten to death by black and white bullets."

Old Jon continued: "Of course, this money cannot be deposited in the bank. The underworld and the white are all waiting to catch you. You must keep a low profile as much as possible, so as not to affect your qualifications for interstellar immigration. You must store the cash in an inconspicuous and safe place.

The place must be supervised by someone so that it can be accessed at any time.”

Roy put down his glass: "Is there such a place?"

"Come with me."

The lounge of the Old Cripple Bar doubles as a warehouse. There are a large number of crates and cardboard boxes stacked inside. Various wine bottles and sauces are placed on the rusty iron shelves. The surveillance probes in the corners are flashing red.

There was a broken sofa in the corner, which was exactly where Old Jon took his nap. The others slept on the cardboard when they were tired.

Roy shook his head: "Stop joking, old man, you just keep so much money here?"

"Don't worry." Ferguson picked up the whiskey on the shelf and took a swig: "Hey, it's time for you to open your eyes."

Old Jon raised his rusty crutch and pointed at the broken sofa: "Move it."

"I come."

Although Donnie was a fat otaku, he was tall and muscular, and his fat body was packed with muscles. He easily moved the sofa and lifted up the blanket underneath, revealing a steel plate with anti-slip texture.
Chapter completed!