Cosma Empire

The atmosphere froze again.

Graff turned his head slowly and looked at Dove who was pointing a gun at his head. The muscle fibers in his head made his mind go blank. He opened his mouth slightly to show his shock, his eyes were a little distracted. After a while, he came back to his senses, looked at Dufo with unbelievable eyes, and his tone of voice seemed to be full of grievances when he spoke, "Duofo, you are my friend, I introduced you to enter The fellow countrymen, but you... are pointing a gun at me now?"

Dover and Graf are good friends, less than brothers and more than friends. If they run the business for a while, and if Graf can help him once or twice when Dover needs help, they will become brothers. But their relationship was not so good when Dufo entered the fellow countrymen's association.

Just a little bit of heat, if you use your index finger and thumb to make gestures, it may only be as thick as ten ten-dollar bills stacked together.

But at this moment, Dufo put a gun on his head. He could feel the cool metallic texture of the gun's muzzle, and he could feel the slightest heat coming from the grip behind the gun. Dufo has already opened the safety, pushed Yaojing into the catalytic chamber, and can pull the trigger to eject the bullets at any time.

You know, a month ago, Du Lin and Dufo didn't know each other at all. They might have passed each other countless times on the street, and they wouldn't stop to say a word or two to get to know each other.

It was him, it was Graff who brought Durin to know so many Guarts.

He was the first to propose the establishment of an organization for more Gualtes in need to gather together for warmth.

He had played a vital role, but now, his one-time best friend, Dover, had a gun to his head instead of Dooling. He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it. Why did everyone make things difficult for him at this time?

Duffer looked at Graff expressionlessly. He didn't want to speak at first, but he felt that he should say something. He is no longer an ordinary member, he is the team leader, and has a certain status and power in the fellow countrymen's association. At the same time, he does have something to say. If you don't say it now, you may not have the chance to speak again in the future, which will only make you regret it.

"We are a whole!" This was Dufo's first sentence, and Du Lin nodded slightly, "Just like the boss said, everyone can tolerate you no matter how you behave, but when such a big thing happens When it comes to things, you still rely on your own character and ideas to act, which can only hurt us."

"We are a whole, but you can't integrate into our whole, so there are six of us lying here!"

"What about next time? How many more do you plan to let lie here? Five? Or ten? Will you understand when even the boss and I have to lie here?"

Duffer grinned, "Graff, we are friends, and I understand you. You can be a good guy who is a little bit bad, but you can't be a bad guy. This is not your game. You should get out."

Graff is indeed, as Duffer said, a good man with a bit of a bad side. Sometimes he can be unreasonable, sometimes he is very enthusiastic, and most of the time he is a very enthusiastic guy. No matter who it is, as long as he is a Guart, no matter men, women, young or old, as long as he finds him and asks him for help, he will definitely do his best to help those in need as much as possible.

Otherwise he wouldn't have gone to jail for helping others, or the tycoon wouldn't have paid him to get him out.

He is a good man, everyone trusts him, and he has a good heart, so he cannot be a bad person or do bad things.

Maybe he has killed people for everyone, maybe he can rush to the front line at some point, but he still can't adapt to life here. Instead of struggling here painfully, it is better to return to the life he should exist as soon as possible.

Keep being a good guy who's a little bit bad instead of a bad guy who can't do it.

Graff really wanted to refute, and wanted to say that he was actually prepared, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say this.

He couldn't say it, even if he thought he was ready, it was still just his "thinking"!

"Could it be..." Graff's hoarse voice came out of Graff's throat, with obvious rough graininess. He looked at Duffer with some confusion, "Could it be that only by abandoning one's relatives can one do a good job?" Are you ready?"

At this time, Du Lin said, "You're wrong, Graff." He took out a cigarette and lit it for himself, flicked his fingers, and Dover put away the pistol, walked to the corner and stood leaning against the wall. Du Lin took out a lighter and lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, "You haven't abandoned any relatives. From the day you joined the fellowship association, all of us are relatives!"

In a word, Dufo's heart trembled slightly, and the eyes he looked at Graff were even more contradictory. What Du Lin said is correct, all the brothers and sisters in the fellowship association are relatives. But in Graf's eyes, his relatives are his mother, his brother, not those six bastards on the ground who can't even take a fucking breath!

Graf froze for a moment, "I didn't mean that, I..."

Du Lin suddenly stood up. He was obviously shorter than Graf in terms of height, but Duffer felt that he was countless times taller than Graf, and he even needed to look up to him!

Graff's next words were stuck in his throat when Du Lin stood up, his lips moved, and he didn't speak again.

Du Lin came to Graf from behind the desk with a cigarette in his mouth, and looked up at him with a smile on his face. He actually opened his arms, hugged Graff fiercely, and then patted his vest lightly, "Okay, it's time to go home and live the life you yearn for. Even if you leave here today, We are still your friends, your brothers."

"A day is a relative, a lifetime is a relative!"

Inexplicably, Graf suddenly lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly. His eye sockets were inexplicably hot, and for some reason, he felt an urge to cry. The last time he had this urge was when his cat was kicked to death by a passing horse on the side of the road. He felt that he shouldn't be a fragile person, but unexpectedly, he showed a kind of vulnerability that he shouldn't have at this time.

He shook his shoulders, shook off Du Lin's arm holding him, turned and pushed the door away.

Looking at the empty door, Du Lin shook his head and walked back to the window.

The six brothers and Graff were sent away today, so who should be sent away tomorrow?

Watching Graf through the glass keep wiping his face with his arms raised and striding off into the distance, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

This road is too dangerous, you idiot, you better step aside!