Du Lin, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up by Du Fu. It was a bit cold on the sea cliff. He put on a coat and came downstairs. Toti walked back and forth anxiously, and a half-year-old child sat aside blankly. His footsteps alerted Toti downstairs, who immediately came over and stood at the foot of the stairs waiting for Dulin.
Du Lin slapped his forehead. He drank a little wine at night and was woken up by his head pain just after he fell asleep. He glanced at the child who was sitting in a daze, and his eyes moved to Totti, "Why do you have to come here in the middle of the night? "For Du Lin, who doesn't have much nightlife, the concept of midnight is after eight o'clock. In fact, his age is exactly the age where he should have fun. For example, Little Fulers and the like will go home as much as possible. Home.
He doesn't have these hobbies, and it can't be said that he doesn't have them at all, but he doesn't like them very much. For Dulin, Ilian at this time is like a second-tier city in a dream, and the entertainment venues and projects are like a third-tier city. These things can't attract his attention at all. It's better to go to bed early and get up early to maintain a good body.
Toti wiped the sweat from his face and swallowed, "Do you remember that couple a few days ago? They were kidnapped. My personal guess is that it was Mr. Fullers who did it!"
Dulin's eyes finally regained some clarity. He walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of ice water. "How do you know it was made by someone from Old Fullers?"
Totti pointed at the child, "He watched with his own eyes those people broke into their home and took away the couple. He also said that they would be buried with some young master. Their family has no enemies, and their relationship with the neighbors is also good. Very good, so I think it was Old Fulers who did this. After all, his son had just died. As a father, I can understand his pain, so I don’t think it was anything extreme that he did. impossible."
Du Lin nodded, "I understand this. You go back and rest first. Everything will be fine tomorrow."
Mopping the floor, he hesitated to speak, but seeing that Du Lin had lost the idea of continuing the conversation, he could only sigh, hold the child's hand and walk out of the manor.
After Totti left, Dove, who was still asleep, came over holding a set of clothes. Dulin glanced at it and thought about it before changing into it.
This unexpected incident was actually a test for him. If he could bring that couple back, the association would be famous on a certain scale. The top priority now is to find where Old Fulers took them. As long as the people are not dead, he is sure to bring them all back.
"Wake Ellis up and ask him to go to the bar and ask Old Fulers if he has a warehouse at the port. If there is, take someone to have a look and search as carefully as possible. You, Savi and I will go directly together Fulers's villa, he'd better be there!" Du Lin patted the hand on his collar, smiled slightly, walked around Dove and walked out the door, "Bring everything with you. I don’t want anything to happen halfway.”
At this time, Old Fulers was in his villa. He looked a little slovenly. There were still a few pieces of yellow dirt on the collar of his white shirt, and his old face looked particularly gloomy. The hair is a mess. He sat back on a chair with his arms pressed on the back of the chair. Not far from him was the couple. He had been looking at them like this for about five or six minutes without saying a word.
The housekeeper directed some servants to spread pieces of waterproof canvas across the entire ground. This is the gardener's warehouse, which is about seventy or eighty square meters. Various gardening props can be seen in the grids on the wall. For example, iron wire, twisted iron pieces, pliers for pruning branches, and some shovels and hoes of different sizes.
Seeing that the canvas on the ground was almost covered, Old Fulers took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a breath, "My son is dead!" He seemed to be looking at the couple, but he There was no clear focus in his eyes, and he didn't know who he was speaking to, or was he speaking to himself
"Actually, I know. I have known for a long time that he will not be an outstanding successor in the future. We doted on him too much when he was young, and we would satisfy him no matter what he wanted. I still remember the celebration on his thirteenth birthday. That day, I was so shocked and angry when he told me he wanted a woman, even though we were all laughing. From that moment on, I knew he was a loser, a loser who only wanted to have fun."
"He was just as I knew him to be, and I didn't blame him for all that precious time spent on wine and women. It was all my fault that I indulged him and created his character. Sometimes I scold him, and I even beat him twice in the past few years. I once hoped that I could turn his life around, but I failed. I was desperate. I thought I was a great person, but who. Can you imagine that I actually have such a son? "
He took another puff of cigarette, his eyes gradually focused on the couple, and his fists gradually clenched, "No matter how useless he is, no matter how useless he is, he is still my son, my son!", the old man Fullers stood up suddenly, picked up the chair and slammed it to the ground. He used a lot of force, and some green rolling tendons bulged on his forehead, and the chair fell apart after a whine.
He kicked away the fallen chair and walked back and forth, breathing heavily and waving his hands irregularly. His voice also became higher-pitched, filled with boundless anger, "That's my son, Only I can beat him and scold him. No one can do unreasonable things to him, but you..." He strode up to the couple who were tied to two chairs, pointed at them and roared, "But you killed him and took away my most important family member and my most beloved treasure in this world without my permission!"
"You all deserve to die!"
Seeing the twisted, ferocious and terrifying face of Old Fulers so close at hand, the woman bit her lips tightly, tears flashing in her eyes. The man was still relatively calm. He shook his head but said nothing.
Old Fulers's chest heaved violently. After a moment, he unexpectedly calmed down his anger. He gathered the hair scattered around his temples with his hands and smoothed it back neatly. He raised his head and closed his eyes. It took him a while to return to normal. He picked up the cigarette butt that had fallen on the canvas. The extinguished cigarette butt became bright again under the influence of the air inhalation. He took another step and poked the cigarette butt hard. On the man's forehead, "Why are you shaking your head? Huh? Why are you shaking your head! Do you think I'm ridiculous? Or do you think you've done something great?"
The man's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes were also full of hatred as he looked at Old Fulers, not because of the torture he was suffering now, but because he thought of his lovely daughter.
Old Fulers took back his hand and patted his clothes, "You killed my son for three thousand dollars... What do you think I should do to you?"
At this time the man spoke, "Your son is worth at least three thousand yuan, but my daughter is only worth two thousand yuan. Mr. Fullers, your son is worthy enough!"
"Did you admit it?" Old Fulers actually laughed, "I knew it was you. Look, he admitted it!" He turned his head and looked at the housekeeper standing aside with surprise, "I said What's going on, they must have done it!" He strode to the grid where various tools were placed, found a pair of scissors for pruning branches, walked back, and said, shaking his head. : "No, you can't do it. You can't afford a truck, let alone a murderer. Who is helping you? Say his name, and I will give you a good time."
Neither of them spoke. Fulers walked to the woman's side, pried off her little finger with force, and then clamped it with scissors. "We have plenty of time tonight. You will tell me, I swear!", he said in his hand. With a strong effort, the woman's little finger separated from her palm and fell to the ground with a heart-wrenching squeezing sound. The woman cried out crazily and struggled fiercely.
Old Fullers took a step back with satisfaction, pinched the scissors a few times and made a clicking sound, "I respect people who are persistent, and I hope you can let me continue to respect them!"
From time to time, a pitiful howl would erupt from the small warehouse. The sound would float far away with the wind, but was blocked by the dense vegetation and did not spread out.
About twenty minutes later, a very old-looking car parked outside Fulers Villa.
"Check the weapons and bullets. Lao Fu must have gone crazy. Please be careful." Du Lin put on a black body armor, which made his body shape look a little strange. The body armor he wore was bought from the police station. Apart from guns, the police station does not sell other items such as body armor, riot shields, and batons. As long as the buyer has money and status, they are happy to sell them. of.
Such a body armor would cost 700 yuan. It was lighter, better defensive against bullets and more convenient. Dulin bought more than 20 pieces and hung them in the cellar of the manor. He transformed the cellar into a weapons warehouse, and the weapons he obtained in Tenel and those scattered and collected here were placed in it.
Du Fu moved his limbs a little, not used to it. This kind of thing was really in the way. But he also knows the role of body armor. At this point, he is no longer the street gangster whose life is worthless in Yuhi. He also cherishes his own life. There was nothing he could do if he was not prepared, but if he was prepared, he still chose to wear this body armor.
Savi was carrying a travel bag containing weapons and ammunition. It was not convenient to take these things out before figuring out the situation. Of course, all three of them carry pistols, so they can quickly counterattack in case of an accident.
In this way, Dulin rang the doorbell of the old Fulers Villa.
(End of chapter)