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Text Chapter 591, Big Development (3)

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    Today's Alaska development has been going on for three years, and the Port of Anchorage has become quite prosperous, even more prosperous than during the gold rush.  After all, although there were many people coming at that time, these people only needed to bring a few things.  Now, with the construction of oil fields, not only more people have come, but also more large-scale equipment.  During the gold rush many years ago, there were two sleigh rides, two hotels, and a Japanese-run entertainment agency in Anchorage Port.  There is also a grocery store and a food store selling a variety of food products.  Add in the sailors' restaurant, the dockworkers' restaurant and the dockworkers' houses, and it's just a short street.  Later, after the gold rush ended, the size of Anchorage Harbor further shrank, because no more passengers needed to go inland, so both sleigh rides closed, and only one of the two hotels remained.  The remaining one was merged with the Japanese customs and tourism agency, and was doing business for the sailors on the whaling ships.  Of course, the Japanese customs and tourism agency also carried out large-scale layoffs. The younger and more beautiful service industry employees have all left, and some of the remaining ones are either old, too ugly, or old and ugly.  Fortunately, sailors are generally not too picky. After a few months at sea, my mother became Helen.  So the business can still be maintained.  Later, the remaining ones were either too old to be the grandmothers of sailors, so they had to retire, or they died of some occupational diseases in a foreign country far away from home.  So the boss hired a few more new ones, but they were still either old or ugly, or both old and ugly.  But since the beginning of large-scale development, the situation has been different. Large numbers of construction workers and ships have continued to arrive in Anchorage. This port town has expanded rapidly. In just three years, it has grown from  A small town turned into a modern city.  There are more than a thousand port workers working at the cargo port alone, and the size of the terminal is still expanding.  The city has a municipal government, schools, power stations, police stations, courts and prisons, roads with concrete floors, and reinforced concrete buildings with several stories high.  Restaurants and hotels all have to be calculated with two digits.  And Anchorage¡¯s custom tourism industry is also booming.  Although there are many women in Anchorage today, some people who have settled here, government officials, and port workers often bring their wives and children with them.  But Anchorage is still a city where men far outnumber women, especially men in their prime.  Such a city will naturally bring a lot of security troubles.  Although there were police stations, courts and prisons in the city, their effect was minimal. Fortunately, with the support of some particularly responsible citizens, underground order was quickly established.  "However, this is only a temporary solution. To fundamentally solve the crimes againstwell, even against men who look a little more androgynous, we have to combine prevention and treatment, with the focus being on diversion."  Therefore, various custom tourism industries have rapidly prospered.  Brought a lot of profits.  Of course, this will bring about other new security issues.  ¡­ ¡°Mr. Hannibal, another nightclub has opened in the west of the city. It is owned by a German.¡± A minion was reporting to Hannibal.  "These Germans have gone too far!" Andrei Mayakov said softly from the corner of his mouth, "They have completely forgotten whose territory this is." "Andrei, that place is  Their territory." Dalton replied gloomily.  "So what? They are provoking us by stealing our business! If we can't teach them a lesson, the Japanese will have to pay them protection fees in the future. Boss Hannibal, let's do it, we can't  Let those Germans be too arrogant." Hannibal frowned and took out the big pipe from his mouth.  "Andre, those Germans who dare to compete with us are probably well prepared. You also know some people at the German-controlled ports. Go check and see if those Germans are colluding with the Germans.  "Are those Germans colluding with the Germans?" This is a very strange statement.  But fact two is not surprising at all.  The "Germans" who competed with Hannibal and others for business were not real Germans, but gangs composed of some German-Americans.  And what Hannibal suspected was that the German they colluded with was the real German.  There are now only two big gangs in the Port of Anchorage. One is the German gang, which is mainly German-American, and the other is the Mafia, which is mainly Italian immigrants and immigrants from Latin countries.  As for other gangs, such as the Japanese and other American gangs, they have long been wiped out in the firefights in the past few years  Just like those Japanese guys back then who ran low-end brothels targeting the lowest-level sailors and also sold heroin there. They actually formed a gang of their own and refused to hand over to Mr. Hannibal honestly.  protection fee.  They even used a samurai sword to chop Mr. Hannibal's little brother who kindly went to provide them with safety protection.  As a result, those Japanese who didn¡¯t know the heights of the sky soon learned that gang confrontation cannot be played with a knife.  Mr. Hannibal quickly taught them how to join the underworld using submachine guns, machine guns, and infantry cannons.  At the end of that conflict, when the few remaining Japanese samurai were hiding in a very strong house and resisting, Mr. Hannibal's men were outside the range of their pistols and were swimming leisurely in front of them.  Zaidi slowly assembled an infantry cannon, and then fired a shot at the house.  Then the Japanese immediately surrendered in utter disgrace.  Mr. Hannibal has never been a broad-minded person.  After the Japanese surrendered, they did not get any good results.  There is a legend that these little Japanese were taken to a quarry controlled by Mr. Hannibal and then thrown into a gravel crusher.  Regarding this legend, Mr. Hannibal has never admitted it, but he has never denied it either.  In the dark world, a reputation for cruelty is very useful, it can make more people afraid.  Hannibal loves to be feared.  But this time the opponent is not a Japanese gangster with only a few pistols and samurai swords. The "Germans" are not easy to mess with. Although they have never used such big weapons as infantry guns in gang conflicts.  Records, however, they do have a record of using flamethrowers to play barbecue.  Once, a fire broke out in a nightclub and nearly a hundred people died.  The newspaper said that the fire was caused by improper management of open flames in the nightclub, but Mr. Hannibal knew that it was the work of those "Kats" with flamethrowers.  Nowadays, these two forces are basically the only ones left in the entire port.  One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and conflicts between them are completely foreseeable.  ¡­ In winter, the night comes very early in Alaska. It¡¯s only five o¡¯clock in the afternoon and the sky is already full of stars.  It's always extremely cold on such a starry night.  So although there are street lights on the streets of Anchorage, there are not many pedestrians.  In addition, there was a notice from the municipal government that the power plant was undergoing routine maintenance and the power would be cut off for ten hours in half an hour. Therefore, there were even fewer people on the street.  " However, the port has its own backup power generation equipment, so it will not be greatly affected. Even in urban areas, some places have their own power generation equipment, which is enough to cope with power outages from time to time.  For example, the Northern Port Company's office building, the tallest in the city, has its own power generation equipment.  With only a few minutes left before the power outage, the Northern Port Company's diesel generator began to rumble, and then the lights in the building suddenly went out, but only a second or two later, the lights came on again.  At this time, the entire city turned into darkness, with only a few buildings with lights on, like a few ships with navigation lights on the sea at night.  "It's almost time to get off work. After get off work, the vehicles picking up and dropping off employees will go around from the north instead of the south. There may be something going on in the south." Malone, the manager of the port company, said to his assistant Terry.  "Okay sir, you have to take a detour to go north, and the safety situation in the north is always not very good." Terry said.  "Tonight, the south will be a little less safe." Malone replied.  "Is it that gangster who wants to fight? But it's so close to the port, aren't they worried about the interference of the port guard?" Terry was a little worried.  "Port Guard? If the Port Guard doesn't give them the green light, they won't be able to fight." Ma Long said disapprovingly.  Terry was immediately interested. Who wouldn¡¯t like to hear stories like this, especially stories where the person who died was not one of his own?  He immediately asked: "Why did the port guard" At this time, gunfire suddenly came from the south, first the crisp snap of a rifle, and then the vague chug of a submachine gun.  Then there was a sound similar to a chainsaw.  "This is the sound of the Macdonald air-cooled Type 1 machine gun. Damn it, when did they have anything attached?" Terry had seen this kind of heavy machine gun before when he watched their shooting training at the Port Guard.  Its chainsaw-like sound impressed him deeply.  A commander of the convoy told him at the time that this was because the rate of fire of this machine gun was so high that human ears could no longer distinguish individual gunshots.  "Did the Port Guard also participate?" Terry thought. At this time, there was another roar of artillery, and it was not the crisp sound of a 75-inch infantry gun, but a blast of gunfire.A much deeper sound.  "This is the sound of the Harbor Guard's 105mm cannon. What are the Harbor Guard doing?" Terry thought.
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