Cosma Empire

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! The car wash worker shook his head, and with his movements, he felt that his head was about to explode!

He vaguely remembered what happened before he fell into a coma. At that time, he was dressed and ready to go to work. The moment he opened the door, he was hit on the head with a stick by two teenagers, slightly above his ears. Next, there was endless darkness, time seemed to be shortened, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already here.

This was a room where even the walls were inlaid with broken tiles. The temperature was a little low, which made him feel cold. All the clothes on his body were stripped off, and he was tied up on a table. He struggled hard, the person in charge of binding must have been very dedicated, the ropes on his limbs did not even shake. He bared his teeth and yelled, but no one came after yelling for a long time.

I don't know if it was because he was sober, but he felt more and more cold, the hairs on his body stood up, and his body trembled slightly because of the cold.

"Damn it, who is teasing me? My boss is Mad Dog Weisen, you will definitely pay for your actions!"

"Okay, I was wrong, I have realized my own stupidity, please, put some clothes on me or give me a quilt!"

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No matter what he said, shouted, cried or snarled, no one disturbed the solitude of the room. Just when the car wash worker was almost completely desperate, thinking that he might freeze to death here, he heard the sound of metal rubbing, the sound of the door opening, and several different footsteps. At this moment, he became more energetic again, licked his chapped lips, trembling, and shouted weakly, "Damn it, come and save me, let me do anything, but don't lock me up alone Is it okay here?"

He tilted his head and looked in the direction of the sound. Several teenagers wearing rubber onesies came in. This kind of rubber onesies was the favorite of butchers most of the time. Whether it is fresh blood or various organ fluids sprayed out when cutting animal internal organs, it only needs a basin of water to wash them clean.

There were five young people in the front and back, and the guy in the lead looked a bit simple and honest. He walked to the table and glanced at the car wash worker who couldn't even struggle, and asked, "Your mother is from Guart. ?"

Some people say that people can explode with unimaginable strength at a critical moment. In fact, there is another situation that will happen at such a time, that is, people's thinking ability will be improved.

The car wash worker had an idea and realized that these people were all from Gualte. He nodded his head vigorously, trying to make himself look extremely honest and reliable, "Yes, you are right, my mother is Gualt Gualt, I'm Gualt too. Hey man, we're all of our own, can I have a dress?"

The boy asked again: "Didn't your mother tell you what happens among the Guarts if you betray yourself?"

The car wash worker was a little dazed, and it took him a while to come to his senses, "I didn't betray anyone, I swear, I'm just a car wash worker, I'm a small person, even if I want to betray anyone, I have to be qualified to know those big people first That's right?!"

"That's right!" The boy nodded his head and took two steps back, "You should listen to your mother more often. In the tradition of Gualter, betrayers must be punished by the gods. Since you If you admit that you are a Guart, then you will also have to bear the punishment you need to accept as a Guart, and let the gods and the former kings judge whether you are guilty or not!" He said and retreated to the wall, No more talking, the other four people gathered around.

One of them stuffed a large piece of cloth into the mouth of the car washer, and a salty taste permeated his mouth instantly. Not only that, he also felt a strange smell of rancidity, but why is this smell so bad? familiar?

In the next second, without waiting for his brain to summarize the important information and convey it to the body,

A sharp pain tore through his inner defense.

These people are skinning him!

"Damn it, you guys stop... Please, did you make a mistake?" The car wash worker cursed and wailed, but the young people didn't seem to hear them at all. The knives gleaming with silver light in their hands were exceptionally sharp, and he was able to watch with his own eyes that his skin was separated from the fat film little by little, and the strange thing was that there wasn't a lot of blood that flowed out. He prayed that he could survive, but at the same time, he prayed that he would return to the embrace of God as soon as possible.

In endless terror, he fainted.

When he woke up again, it was already hanging in a park not far from where he lived - on a bronze statue of a general.

In less than an hour, the sky gradually brightened, and people doing morning exercises also came out of their homes. This park is obviously a very suitable place for morning exercises. The police arrived shortly after the first screams pierced the tranquility of the park.

Looking at the skinned and dying red monster, who couldn't tell its appearance at all, Prondo felt blue veins on his forehead. He just took a few glances before turning around, it was so disgusting that he, an old policeman, wanted to vomit. He beckoned and asked two extremely ugly young policemen to come over, "Go and put that guy down and send him to the hospital for emergency treatment. If he survives, ask him if he remembers who did it .”

"What if... it is not rescued?" A young police officer couldn't help asking.

This is the gap in experience, and of course it can also be seen as the accumulation of experience. Prondo rolled his eyes, "Are you going to take a corpse back to the police station if you can't rescue it? You idiot, of course throw it to the hospital, they will turn him into a popsicle and burn it!"

After giving orders, Pronto left the scene and got into his car. After he sat silent for a while, he commanded the driver, "Go to the Eastern Star, on that damned Queen's Road!"

There is no doubt that this is Du Lin's handwriting. Before his rise, no one would use such a criminal law to treat the Guarts. Only after his rise did this damned criminal law reappear in this city. No matter who this guy betrayed, it must have something to do with Du Lin.

To be honest, Prondo didn't want to take care of these troubles, because he knew very well that even if he knew that Du Lin had done this, he couldn't arrest Du Lin and put him in prison. There are many people in the fellowship, his Eastern Star, and even the streets who are willing to take the blame for him. Among the Guarts in Tener City, Du Lin's reputation is rising at an unimaginable speed. Channeling, more authoritative than Heidler.

People trusted him, and he gave back to those Guart people. He made many families no longer suffer from poverty, and made many people have clothes to wear, food to eat, and a decent life. Life. Perhaps their decency was nothing more than the moans of the poor to the truly respectable gentlemen of the city, but he did it, he changed, people trusted him.

The police car soon stopped outside the door of Oriental Star. Du Lin, who was standing on the second floor, watched Pronto get out of the police car. He shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile to Duffer, trouble is coming.

Yes, here comes the trouble.

Prondo pushed the door open with a straight face, and sat on the chair opposite Du Lin. There was a table between them, as if they were separated by a world.

"You shouldn't be so ostentatious, at least at this moment, you shouldn't be so ostentatious!" Prandeau complained as soon as he opened his mouth, "Last time and the last time I tried to suppress you, but you Constantly making troubles, one day I can't help you anymore. You have to understand that although I am the chief of the regional police station, I can't do as many things as you imagine."

Durin slowly took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, threw one over, and Duffer immediately took out the lighter and moved to Prandeau. Prondo glanced at Duffer, and then at Durin for a while before lighting his cigarette.

"Listen to me, if you still want to play lynching, go to the suburbs to play, there will be no one to control you, but not in the city, I don't want to make a big deal.", Breathing out a puff of smoke, Prondo originally wanted He scolded Du Lin with harsher rhetoric, but inexplicably he subconsciously chose a relatively mild rhetoric. He didn't understand why, but he felt like he should.

In fact, what Pronto said was not wrong. It is impossible for him to cover up such a horrible lynching every now and then, and he also believes that those big shots must also know about these things. Once or twice, those big shots can still hold their breath, but too many times, someone must have an opinion. But at the same time, he and Du Lin are very clear that now Du Lin is considered a member of the old party, and at the same time he has just left a deep impression on the councilors and the mayor. I won't argue with him, as long as he does his essential work well - donating enough money.

Du Lin nodded, "I see, I will pay attention."

This time Prang was even more surprised. When did the little devil Du Lin become so talkative? He didn't know what the hell was going on with Du Lin, so he chose to remain silent in the face of Du Lin's answer, because if he didn't speak, at least he wouldn't be led into the trap.

"Look, people are so strange. They know that their actions will bring them trouble, but in the face of their interests, they will always choose the wrong choice short-sightedly."

"Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you. Someone will turn himself in and plead guilty to this matter, and no one will get into trouble because of it. Trust me!"

The short conversation didn't reassure Prondo. He always felt that Durin must be planning something, and this was just a part of the plan.