Cosma Empire

"Otherwise, we'll kill him!" Dufo's tone was a bit serious, this might be the best way he could think of at the moment, that is to kill the mayor. Once the mayor dies, everything will end, no one will continue to look for Jon, and no one will pose any threat to the fellow villagers. But is it that simple? Really as long as the mayor is assassinated, all problems can be solved?

No, things are of course not that simple. If a politician dies unexpectedly, what is the first thought of people?

Shady!

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There is no doubt that a member of the old party or the mayor of a city has been killed by an inexplicable assassination - assuming that Dover and his friends can pass through the heavily fortified defense line and silently act like the legendary assassin god Forte It is also meaningless for Xiwen to kill the mayor like that, and then go back the same way without alarming anyone.

The death of an important political figure in the old party will undoubtedly define this matter as a "political assassination". More useful, since people tend to sympathize with the "underdog". Taking advantage of this so-called political incident to attack the New Party politically and pour dirty water on the New Party, whether the New Party wants to clear up the suspicion or find out "who is framing them", the New Party will definitely increase its punishment for the death of the mayor. case investigation.

At that time, the new party and the old party will work together, plus the politicians, businessmen, and tycoons who plan to speculate in this incident, Du Lin has no doubt that he may be betrayed anytime, anywhere. The hometown association and the Eastern Star will all become dust under the wheel of history, used to bury trivial truths.

It's even quite possible that our Lord Mayor is waiting for "Jon and his cohorts" to jump over the wall to maximize the political benefits of this incident for him.

So if you want to survive this round of tsunami safely, you have to choose the most positive way—politics.

In Du Lin's long dream, the back in front of him has come into contact with many big figures. These big figures all have a characteristic, that is, they have a very strong sense of purpose and direction. In the words of the businessmen, they are typical representatives who can't afford it without profit. In the words of the bosses, they have high political awareness and ambition.

Holding the note in the corner of his pocket, Du Lin decided to contact the guy named Xiu En. He thought he should have a talk with Xiu En.

He gave Dufo a hard look, "Put on your clothes and come with me!"

It is not easy to live without a telephone, and it is also difficult to live without a telephone. It is said that there is already a telephone network in the capital and other places, but it is still relatively primitive and needs to be transferred through a switchboard. During this process, the content of the call is not safe and can be monitored and recorded, so people are more loyal to the traditional way of private communication, that is, meeting.

The location agreed by Du Lin and Xiu En is located at the northern pier of Tenel City. The pier is built on a tributary of the Agate River, and the draft is not very deep, which is enough for a city like Tenel that mainly relies on railway transportation. Every night after the sky gets dark, the workers on the pier will gradually leave. The empty and dark pier seems to give people a feeling of fear. Things darker than the night are hidden under the night, as if they have entered some kind of fantasy secret realm.

Under the moonlight, Doolin sat alone on the bench at the No. 2 Loading Dock of Pier No. 3, and Duffer hid in the dark. Both of them brought guns just in case.

It was about nine o'clock, when Du Lin was already feeling a little cold, a drunk man staggered over with a wine bottle in his hand. Du Lin put his hands in his pockets vigilantly. The pier is not like a station. It is basically impossible to load any goods at night, so it is difficult to see even a ghost on the pier during off-duty hours.

Coupled with the remote location in the north, few people would come here at this time. Could this person be Xiu En?

"You came a bit early!" Before Du Lin could speak, the drunk man spoke first. He stumbled and sat on the bench next to Du Lin, raised his head suddenly, and immediately vomited. The vomit exuded an unbearable sour smell. Du Lin covered his mouth and nose and sat on another bench. After Xiu En had almost vomited, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth before sitting down.

At this time, he seemed to be a lot more awake, at least his eyes became brighter. He looked at Du Lin and smiled, "Actually, I have wanted to know you for a long time, but it is not too late now. Let me introduce you formally. My name is Xiu En Connors, a senior agent of the Imperial Police Investigation Bureau!", he stretched out his hand, and Durin shook him with some hesitation.

"I know what you're thinking. You're wondering how a senior agent would be sent to such a small place as Tenel, aren't you?" Xiu En's spirit seemed to be lifted, and he was very active. He shrugged , "I just did what I think I should do, that's all." He sighed a little, and then looked at Du Lin who was a little blurry under the moonlight with a half-smile, "How many days have you been doing recently? Not having a good time."

Du Lin didn't speak casually, but just smiled, and the laughter was full of negative taste.

"Don't deny it, I know who Jon is!"

Just when Xiu En said this, an urge to kill him immediately grew in Du Lin's body, but he stopped it, "I don't understand what you are talking about, and I really want to know what Joe Who is En?"

Xiu En shook his head, "You're dishonest, buddy!" He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, probably because he drank a little too much, and shook the cigarettes on the ground while shaking. When he bent down to pick it up, he exposed his back and the back of his head. At this time, as long as Du Lin took out his gun, he could get rid of this insider. The time seemed to be very long, but at the same time it seemed to be very short. At the moment when Du Lin was stunned, Xiu En had already picked up the cigarette.

He held the cigarette in his mouth, and the fire light illuminated his playful face for a moment, and then turned into darkness for a moment. In the darkness, a red flame suddenly became extremely bright, and the temperature from the cigarette butt could be faintly felt.

"Let's cooperate. My purpose is to transfer back to the imperial capital, and your purpose is to solve the current troubles. We don't have any conflicts in essence, do we?", under the faint red light of the cigarette butt, Xiu En's proposal seemed particularly special tempting.