Cosma Empire

The entertainment methods in this world are relatively monotonous. Apart from going to those entertainment venues, there is no such thing as a TV. The entertainment methods of ordinary people are other than newspapers, and they can only find some fun for themselves. Most farmers, like Mr. Kesma, try to have as many children as they can.

Perhaps the truest thought in his heart is the opposite, but the problem is that he doesn't know how to safely avoid letting little lives come into this world one after another while doing that kind of thing. He didn't like sticky casings that smelled of animal offal, so he gave birth to a lot of children, and he also lied-more children to support the family.

So Durin went to bed very early.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening when Graf and the others came back, and Du Lin had already fallen into a sweet sleep in the warm quilt. I have to say that although Hu En's family is already poor, their home is still doing well, especially these quilts and beds. The wadding and quilt spread on the bed still carried a faint fragrance, which should belong to their lovely little daughter.

Speaking of the little girl, they should still be diving now, right?

Just when Du Lin was dreaming of messy things and was deeply involved in it, a knock on the door startled him. He turned over vigilantly, pulled out the sharp knife under the bed, and held it tightly in his hand.

"Who is it?" His voice was calm, without any panic or nervousness. He quietly got off the bed, put on a piece of clothing, and stood outside the bedroom door.

His familiar voice soon came from outside the door, "It's me, are you already asleep?" Graff's voice is very characteristic, and the voice is a little duller than the others. I don't know if it's the big guy talking Sounds pretty much the same.

Du Lin pinned the sharp knife to the waistband of his trousers behind him, opened the door, and looked at Graf who was standing outside the door before he had time to change his clothes. He looked Graf up and down before asking, "Why don't you go to sleep and come to me?"

Graf didn't know how to speak, scratched his head, and said in a low voice after a while, "Two policemen were killed on the way, and some people who followed us were arrested."

Du Lin's drowsiness was washed away between Graf's words, he turned back, changed his clothes, and walked out. As the two of them walked outside, Graf recounted everything from the afternoon to the evening. For Graff's decision and choice, Du Lin felt that there was nothing wrong with it. It doesn't matter if you indulge those policemen and lose a batch of alcohol, but it can only cultivate their growing greed, and finally become a bottomless pit.

As long as no one sees, there is no evidence, no murder weapon, and no corpse, it is difficult to determine who is guilty in court with the technology of this era.

After he got dressed, he walked out of the house with Graf. After Graf finished talking about the night's transaction on the way, Du Lin immediately realized that their wine had only been used for a few days, and they were alarmed. The forces in Neil City. In fact, it's normal to think about it. High levels of bootleg alcohol may be the only income for gangs or forces nestled in such a small city.

Now that someone has moved their income, it is equivalent to putting a knife on their necks. They either choose to kneel down and beg for mercy, or choose to fight to the death. Thinking about it, he was already standing at the door, and there were three dejected guys kneeling outside the door, their hands were tied behind their backs, and their feet were tied together.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the three raised their heads, each with a look of astonishment in their eyes. Before they came, there was a simple guess as to what kind of person dared to forcefully sell things that should not appear in the market into bars without saying hello.

Maybe it was a sinister old man with a hooked nose who looked at people as if he wanted to eat them.

Maybe a glamorous middle-aged man, like most tycoons who started out in illegal activities,

Dress well and have the air of an upper-class elite.

Maybe……

But the only impossibility is such a person, a boy who looks only sixteen or seventeen years old. Why does he have the courage to fight against the Big Three? Where did he get all these bootlegs? One question after another appeared in their minds, but when they looked around, they couldn't help shivering.

There are more than a dozen teenagers around them, all of them are half-grown like the boy in front of them, and some of them still have some black fluff left on their lips!

"Who asked you to come?" Du Lin threw a cigarette to Duffer. He has completed the task well this time. The most important thing is that he can think, which is very good and very important. Whether it is a gang, a power, or an enterprise, people who can think are needed to do things. People who can think are talents, and all businesses need talents.

Duffer stretched out his hands to catch the cigarette, walked two steps to Du Lin's side, took out a match and struck it on his trousers, with a chirping sound, the white phosphorus accumulated enough heat in the short friction, and it started to burn. The sudden fire light illuminated Du Lin's side, which was simple and ordinary, but also had an indescribable taste.

When a thick and choking white smoke rose, Du Lin took two puffs and exhaled a faint smoke.

The three people kneeling on the ground looked at me and you, but kept silent. They didn't believe that these young people would do anything to them. Before carrying out this mission, the captain told them that their opponents this time were a group of rookies who had just entered the industry, and the danger was not great. After seeing this "boss" and his main "backbone" members, they believed even more in what the captain said, that these people were not dangerous.

They probably didn't even kill anyone, they probably just threatened and then had to let them go.

Of course, there is a more important reason, that is, they dare not speak.

Woodman Wood's demeanor is almost well known in the gangs in Tenell City. He is a man who will go crazy if he disagrees with him. Under normal circumstances, he behaved like a gentle and refined gentleman. Even if he did not do as well as he wanted, he would just say a few words of encouragement with a straight face and let it go. But when someone or something really pissed him off, he would explode.

It's like being mentally ill, crazy, bloody, and brutal!

Unfortunately, betrayal is one of the conditions that triggers his madness.

Facing the silence, Du Lin was not surprised.

He has no name of his own in this city, unlike those big men who are well known, people will not be afraid of him. His right hand slowly touched the sharp knife stuck in his back, and he planned to use blood and pain to teach these people what fear is. But at this moment, Graff's muscular brain returned to normal again - when he said before that he killed the policeman who almost found them transporting bootleg alcohol, Doolin felt that he was a bit abnormal, Because he has become a little wiser.

Now, he is normal again. He took the pistol out of his pocket, "Use this, it's quite interesting."

Firearms are controlled products in the Yaoxing Empire. During the process of the Yaoxing Empire conquering other kingdoms and races, a lot of resentment has accumulated. Therefore, the upper echelons of the Ogdin people do not want to see that other races can also freely buy weapons, so the empire has control measures for firearms. Of course, like many laws that have been regarded as backdoors, this control measure has become a dead letter, but in the small place of Tenell City, firearms are still relatively rare.

Firstly, it is not of great use, there is no huge benefit that makes people envious, and it needs to be snatched and conquered with things like guns. Secondly, the order in Tenel City was not bad. After the war, there was a little chaos, and then a new order was drawn up. Everyone silently followed the rules, and there was no need to use things like guns.

When Graf took out the gun, the lives of the three kneeling people had actually come to an end ahead of time, and Du Lin would not let them live.

Because... Graff and others, killed two cops.

Once the news of the police's disappearance spread and the three saw the pistol, the guys who hadn't shown any surprise expressions at this time would think that there was something wrong with the pistol in Du Lin's hands. They don't need others to do anything, they just need to tell the chief of the police station the news, Du Lin and the others can only choose to give up everything and flee immediately.

The corner of Du Lin's mouth twitched. In fact, he didn't intend to kill these people last second. What he wants is to make money, to rise, not to kill! He is willing to join the game in a more peaceful way and become a member of the game field. To do this, someone must pass the message to the people behind. But now, it's impossible.

He took the pistol and turned it over in his hand. Graff briefly explained how to use it, and Dulin immediately understood. He opened the safety and pushed the Yaojing chamber into the catalyst, and the handshake of the pistol immediately started to heat up, which was a reminder that the charge had been completed.

He walked up to the first person, raised the man's jaw with the muzzle of the gun, and then put the muzzle on his forehead, so calm that it was like a conversation between friends, "Say something I want to hear Things, you live, they die."