Cosma Empire

In Du Lin's dream, the guy who always turned his back to him often used a sentence to warn his subordinates. This sentence is called "Meeting on a narrow road, the brave wins!"

If you don't want to be someone else's stepping stone, then make others your own.

The goddess of fate sometimes favors a lucky one, but most of the time it is relatively fair. She gave everyone the opportunity, but whether she could see the opportunity and seize the opportunity had nothing to do with her. In another world, a cobbler—a cobbler who specializes in making boots for merchants and nobles and deals with stinky feet all day, seized the opportunity and changed his life.

It may be short-lived, but at least he has bloomed a brilliance that lasts for thousands of years and may even last forever.

But this time, it was Durin's chance. He will not let go of this opportunity, as long as he eliminates Wood, he will definitely occupy a place in Tener City. Maybe others will despise him because of his lack of foundation and accumulation, but this is not important to him. He just needs people to fear him, not people to respect him.

Fear him, will obey his words, obey his instructions, and be his lamb.

Respect him, but will inevitably question him, sometimes oppose him, and even become a stone in front of him.

Therefore, Wood must die!

The killing spread from downstairs to upstairs, and the thugs who were squeezed on the stairs were desperate. They found that their opponents this time were fundamentally different from those they had encountered before. They don't shout and spray dirty words to boost their morale and insult others when they fight. They were born to kill, silent and efficient killers. Every sharp knife is bound to pierce the enemy's vitals. Every slash was aimed at the enemy's head.

More importantly, they are not afraid of death, each of them is like a hungry little prodigal son who has tasted sweet blood. They don't know what fear is, they just want to taste the flesh and blood of their enemies.

A brand-new truck came out of an alley on one side. This truck was bought by Dooling in cash from the only truck sales company in Tenell City four days ago. It is also the most common "Hero 50" model on the market. truck. The reason why a truck has such a name is that during the Patriotic War of the Yaoxing Empire, the steam locomotive railway at the front line was severely damaged, and supplies and backup could not be transported to the front line through the steam locomotive set. The commander-in-chief of operations at that time had to forcibly requisition a large number of trucks, carrying batch after batch of soldiers and supplies from the rear to the front.

According to official statistics, each truck of this model, together with the driver and co-pilot, can accommodate up to 50 people, almost as if people were packed inside. After the war, when the Prime Minister delivered a victory speech in the capital, he once said with great emotion that it was precisely because of the transport capacity and support of this truck that the war ended in victory as planned.

It's a truck hero, a hero truck!

Therefore, this truck was renamed by the manufacturer and became the Hero 50.

The truck drove slowly to the entrance of the company, and several young people immediately lifted up the corpse on the ground and threw it in. There were more and more corpses piling up, and when even the gaps in the truck body began to drip blood, the sound of killing inside the company gradually stopped. The corpses were carried out by the young people and thrown onto the truck as if no one was there. When the last one was still alive and the heavily injured thug was still wailing slightly, Duffer walked over and stuck a sharp knife into him. chest.

He was also dropped.

The truck drove out of the city carrying a carload of dead bodies, more than a dozen injured boys, and a few fellow members who could no longer stand up.

The next step was a big cleaning. The girls and boys washed the blood stains left on the road with clean water, and wiped away the blood splashes everywhere in the company. Some places where traces of fighting remain,

They were smashed to pieces with a thirty-pound sledgehammer. If you don't care about the pink water that is constantly merging into the sewer, maybe no one will find out that there was a massacre here, and more than 30 people died.

During the general cleaning, Mr. Plando, the patron saint of the city of Turner, finally wobbled over with the support of two strong police officers. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his face, and heaved a sigh of relief, "The weather is so hot..." He looked curiously at the buildings behind Du Lin, and did not gather around. There were no gangsters drawing swords and crossbows together, no bloody and bloody wounded, none of the scenes he had seen and could imagine.

Didn't it mean...Wood came for revenge?

Just as he was about to say hello to Du Lin, Du Lin walked into the alley. After about three minutes, he changed into a suit of clothes and came out, taking off his mask. Prondo narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of jealousy in his heart. He knew why Du Lin did this, and he had to admire Du Lin's care and prudence, as well as his wisdom.

It was only at this time that Prondo noticed a detail. Almost all the young people who were leaving on the street were wearing masks. If it wasn't Kevin's idea for them, then this young man with a smile in front of him is really terrible. No matter what happened here, no matter whether those witnesses dared to stand up and testify against Du Lin, they all needed to face cross-examination by lawyers.

How do you confirm the identity of this person when the other person is wearing a hat and a mask and only showing two eyes?

Prondo could even imagine that when necessary, Du Lin's lawyer would ask a group of young people with their hats lowered and masks to see their faces to stand together and let the witnesses reveal their identities. As long as the witnesses couldn't do it, no matter how many people said that the guy they saw was Du Lin, it couldn't be a testimony.

Especially in a society where money can be spent to change certain things, no witnesses, no testimony, no evidence, and money, no trial at all, straight acquittal.

This is a very smart guy.

At the same time, he is also a very dangerous guy. At least from the current situation, Wood should suffer.

"Director Plando, did something big happen? You brought so many police officers..." Du Lin took out a cigarette and handed it to Plando.

According to Prondo's previous personality, he would not pick it up. This has nothing to do with the quality of the cigarette itself, but a class gap. Sometimes the gap is too big, even if the fat is sent to the mouths of those high-ranking people, they will dislike it. What I dislike is not that the meat is not delicious, but that the person holding this piece of meat is not good enough!

But he caught it and held it in his mouth. When Du Lin took out the lighter and lit it for him, he also lit it for himself.

Prondo thought for a while before laughing and said: "Isn't it the weather that's turned cold? The city's heating hasn't started yet, and it's a bit cold sitting in the office, so I'll take everyone out for a walk, exercise your body, and keep warm." !", This is a very lame excuse, but lame or not is meaningless at this time, Prandeau wants to express his attitude, but also to tell Du Lin that he knows what happened here, but he will not speak out.

He wanted to sell a favor to Du Lin. Anyway, what happened today has nothing to do with him. No matter who wants to let him be scapegoated, he needs to consider whether it is worth it.

Du Lin nodded empathetically, and after criticizing the inaction of the city government for a few words, he changed his voice, "Well, I personally donate 50 radiators to the police station, so that everyone can enjoy the weather before the weather changes. When the heating season starts, it can somewhat cope with temperature changes."

A radiator costs fifteen yuan, but the cost of making it is seven hundred and fifty yuan, not too much, not too little, just right. The most important thing he gave was not money. Money is something that people can only care about for a while, and once it is spent, there is nothing left. But things are different, especially this kind of radiator, whether it is a family or a work unit, it can be used. As long as people use this thing, they will remember who bought it and delivered it to them.

Even if they have a little bit of a personal view of this person, when this thing exists and influences the process of changing their living and working environment, it will gradually change their senses.

Prondo immediately nodded in praise, took Du Lin's hand affectionately, and patted his arm—he didn't dare to pat Du Lin's shoulder, "Then, on behalf of all the police officers in Tenell City, thank you Generous!" He glanced back, and the stunned police officers were shocked and applauded.

"Should be, this is what I should do as a member of Tenel City. It is because of your protection that our city is so beautiful and peaceful!"