"We encountered an attack in New York." Drake explained the whole story.

This is the third time he has brought synthetic dyes to New York. The first two great harvests have made him bring in this time extra synthetic dyes.

Although the Dye Association has issued a so-called synthetic dye ban. However, the number of manufacturers that have signed procurement contracts has increased from more than a dozen to more than 30.

If all the transactions are successful this time, Drake, who is a middleman, will make a profit of more than he made in the whole year of last year.

Synthetic dyes, something he doesn't understand, are incredible profits.

However, Drake also understands why he can make so much profit.

Because synthetic dyes are a unique business, Doug Clayden, the young man, used more advanced technology to complete the monopoly.

And I am just one of the people who are eating in this monopoly chain.

Although monopoly can obtain excess returns, others are jealous of this return when they see it.

Therefore, Drake's third voyage had brought almost all the manpower and weapons that could be brought with him.

When at sea, it was almost unreasonable to sink the ship that was trying to approach.

After logging in, the number of teams transporting synthetic dyes exceeded 20.

These more than 20 people with full armed and disciplined nature are already considered to be of relatively large scale combat power.

However, Drake found himself underestimating the extent of others' jealousy.

Although he escaped this time, more than half of the twenty people who went with him died, and the remaining few were injured in order to protect him.

Although Drake will retreat in an encounter, he is not a person who can easily retreat.

The interests of the synthetic dye business are enough to make up for the price he paid.

"Brother Doug, I think you must have many useful weapons here." Drake said at last.

"I really don't have weapons specially built for urban street combat here. However, the weapon that Winchester Weapons Company just launched - Winchester 1859, I think it may meet your requirements.

During the test, the accuracy is very high and the stability is also very good.

However, having such a weapon alone is not enough.

Let's go to Winchester Weapons Company, and I'll let them produce some weapons suitable for urban street fighting."

"Oliver, Mr. Drake needs a batch of Winchester 1859, and the price of this batch is calculated at the cost price. In addition, another batch of grenades needs to be produced. The power of this batch of grenades does not need to be too great, but there are many fragments. It is best to not die immediately after explosion, but it can cause enough pain and give it enough deterrent."

Doug told Oliver what he wanted.

Grenades or grenades were not new in the nineteenth century.

It was originally born in Europe's castle offensive and defensive battles, but it was not very popular in the Americas.

Oliver said he would go and do it immediately. Doug turned to Drake and said, "Since someone attacked us, we will of course fight back. But if all those who attacked us were found and killed, who would know how powerful we were?

I just asked Winchester to get a batch of grenades. After these grenades exploded, countless metal fragments burst out will enter the human body, making people feel in pain.

I believe that as long as there are enough people who are in trouble, our business will have a smooth day.”

Drake thought that this was true, but he felt a little chilled about Doug's behavior that even the wounded had to squeeze out the last bit of value.

"You are really a devil."

Drake imagined that if his brothers were lying on the hospital bed, wailing, but he had no choice but to do anything, he finally squeezed out such a sentence.

...

"Mrs. William, this pastry looks delicious!" A lady looked at the soft cake in front of her, pinched the spoon with her two fingers, and looked at her little fingers elegantly delivering the pastry to her mouth.

"ah!"

She was savoring the food and suddenly called out.

Mrs. William was about to deliver the same pastry to her mouth, but she saw a needle on the cheek of the female companion beside her.

Mrs. William was so scared that she threw the spoon in her hand onto the table, "How... how could there be a needle?"

In the next few days, everyone living in the wealthy area, whether eating, dressing, or even sitting on a chair, had to check extremely carefully.

One needle after another shining of cold light was hidden among items one by one.

If you don't pay attention, you will be stabbed hard.

Even if the maid and chef were replaced one batch after another, it still did not improve.

The children who were hurt by the needles in the candy began their revenge.

For tooth for tooth, for eye for eye.

William's wife Sophia was trapped in the ocean of the people.

As for where the needles in the hands of these people come from.

Such poor guys, how could there be so many needles?

This is what we need to ask the generous Doug.

There are not many rich people in New Haven. For Doug's rise, someone wants to give way.

"Hello Mr. House. I heard that Blackhawk Bank is listed on the New York Stock Exchange. I have some interest in the stocks in your hands. Should we talk about it?"
Chapter completed!