"Otherwise, we kill him!" Dufo's tone was a bit grim. This may be the best way he can think of at the moment, which is to kill the mayor. Once the mayor dies, everything will be over. No one will continue to look for Jon, and no one will pose any threat to his fellow villagers. But is it that simple? Is it really possible to solve all problems by assassinating the mayor
No, of course things are not that simple. If a politician dies unexpectedly, what is people's first thought
Shady!
****!
There is no doubt that a member of the old party or the mayor of a city died in an inexplicable assassination - assuming that Dover and other friends can pass through the heavily defended defenses and remain as silent as the legendary god of assassination Photesi. It makes no sense for Wen to kill the mayor like that, and then ride back the same way without alerting anyone without being discovered.
The death of an important political figure of the old party will undoubtedly characterize the matter as a "political assassination". For these qualified politicians who are still alive, a person may be of many uses alive, but death will More useful because people tend to sympathize with the "weak". If they take advantage of this so-called political incident to attack the New Party politically and throw dirty water on the New Party, whether it is to remove suspicion or to find out "who is framed them," the New Party will definitely increase its pressure on the mayor to die. investigation of the case.
At that time, with the new and old parties working together, and the politicians, businessmen, and tycoons who planned to speculate in this incident, Dulin had no doubt that he might be betrayed anytime and anywhere. The Hometown Association and the Star of the East will become dust under the wheels of history, used to bury trivial truths.
It is even very possible that our Lord Mayor is waiting for "Jon and his associates" to jump over the wall in order to maximize the political benefits this incident will bring to him.
Therefore, if you want to survive this tsunami safely, you must choose the most positive way - politics.
In Dulin's long dream, the figure in front of him came into contact with many big figures. These big figures all have one characteristic, that is, they have very strong goals and directionality. In the words of businessmen, they are typical representatives who can't afford to start early without profit. In the words of bosses, it means that they have high political consciousness 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 talk to Xiu En.
He glared at Dufo fiercely, "Put on your clothes and come with me!"
Life without telephones is not easy, and life with telephones is equally difficult. 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 switch. In this process, the content of the call is not secure and can be monitored and recorded. Therefore, people are more loyal to the traditional way of communicating privately, that is, meeting.
The location Dulin and Xiuen agreed on is located at the northern dock of Turnel City. The dock is built on a tributary of the Agate River and the draft is not very deep. It is sufficient for a city like Turnell that mainly relies on railway transportation. Every night after it gets dark, the workers on the dock will gradually leave, and the empty, dark dock seems to give people a sense of fear. Things darker than night are hidden under the night, as if they have entered some kind of magical secret realm.
Under the moonlight, Du Lin sat alone on the bench at the second loading dock of Pier 3. Du Fu was hiding in the dark. Both of them brought guns, just in case.
At about nine o'clock, when Dulin was already feeling a little cold, a drunkard staggered over with a bottle in his hand. Du Lin put his hands into his pockets with some vigilance. The dock was not like a station. It was basically impossible to load any cargo at night, so it was difficult to see even a ghost on the dock during off-duty hours. Plus, it was located in a remote northern area. , few people would come here at this time, could this person be Xiu En
"You came a little early!" Before Du Lin could say anything, the drunkard 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. Dulin covered his mouth and nose and sat on another bench. When Xiu En had almost vomited, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth and sat down.
At this time, he seemed to be much more awake, at least his eyes became brighter. He looked at Du Lin and smiled, "Actually, I have wanted to get to know you for a long time, but it is not too late now. Let me introduce you formally, My name is Sean Connors, senior agent of the Imperial Security Investigation Bureau!" He stretched out his hand, and Dulin shook it hesitantly.
"I know what you are thinking. You are wondering how a senior agent could be sent to a small place like Tenel, right?" Xiuen seemed to be in high spirits and became very active. He shrugged. , "I just did what I thought I should do, that's all." He sighed with some sigh, and then looked at Du Lin, who was a little blurry under the moonlight with a half-smile, "How have you been these days? It’s not easy.”
Du Lin didn't speak casually, he just smiled, and his laughter was full of negation.
"Don't deny it, I know who Jon is!"
Just when Xiu En said these words, Du Lin had an urge to kill him immediately, but he stopped him, "I don't understand what you said, and I also want to know Qiao Who is it?"
Xiuen shook his head, "You're dishonest, man!" 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, his back and back of his head were exposed. At this time, as long as Dulin took out his gun, he could kill the insider. The time seemed very long, yet also seemed 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 firelight illuminated his playful face for an instant, and then turned to darkness for an instant. In this darkness, a red firelight suddenly became extremely bright, and you could faintly feel the temperature coming from the cigarette end.
"Let's work together. My purpose is to be transferred back to the imperial capital. Your purpose is to solve the current trouble. We don't have any conflict in nature, right?" Under the faint red light of the cigarette butt, Xiu En's proposal seemed particularly special. tempting.
(End of chapter)