Dave's existence is definitely a huge "loophole". Dulin himself has never been in love, and he doesn't know whether people who fall in love will lose their minds as described in the book. He didn't dare to risk his own life and the safety of his children on an uncertain answer. If Dave wanted to feel disgusted or take revenge on Alyssa or himself, he only needed to reveal a little bit, Maybe he could get that guy named Anpu to grab his tail.
He asked Kevin about Amp, and Kevin's reply to him was simple. That was "Kevin" from an official standpoint. They were equally smart and rational. Kevin would not touch the cases Anpu caught, and Anpu would not touch the cases Kevin caught. The two had already fought in secret, and they had a preliminary understanding of each other. Kevin gave Dulin a piece of advice: if something involves An Pu, either don't do it, or do it absolutely.
So Du Lin can't ignore this risk. Even if Alyssa hates him for it, does he care
He doesn't care!
The only thing he cared about was his own child. When he knew that his own flesh and blood was hidden in Alyssa's belly, he could faintly feel the child's powerful and surging heartbeat. He knew this was an illusion, but this illusion was so fascinating!
After returning home, he thought for a long time, then picked up the phone and dialed the East City branch of Turnell District, and contacted Mason.
The governor took advantage of the golden robbery and directly determined that the Tenair Regional Police Department was primarily responsible for the delay in the war plane. In addition, Prondeau was shot dead at the dock, and the governor directly parachuted a New Party police chief into Tenair. Er, and the newly appointed Director of the Contraband Investigation Bureau supported each other, and successfully gave the new party the most powerful blow to tear apart the solid curtain of the old party. All of Prondo's police officers who had served for more than a year were interrogated in isolation, and many unbelievable things about Prondo were dug out from their mouths. Only then did they successfully withstand the counterattack from the old party. .
Originally, the city hall planned to give Prondeau a third-class Imperial Medal of Heroism in recognition of his contribution to the security of Turnel City while he was alive. Unfortunately, before the medal was sent out, Prondeau's assets were frozen. The house was also repossessed, and his wife and children were driven outside. In the words of the director of the State Police Investigation Bureau, if we award a medal used to commemorate and commemorate the people's heroes to a corrupt person, it will be a shame for Turner and even more a shame for Canles!
In addition, some young police officers who have newly entered the police station and passed the review have been reused to varying degrees. Among them, Dulin's brother Mason was reused for two reasons. First, he has not accepted a penny of black money or bribes during his tenure as the director of the Dongcheng Branch, which is very rare. Second, Mason was also involved in the surveillance and interrogation after his brother Dulin was arrested. He did not engage in malpractice for personal gain. Instead, he constantly persuaded Dulin to confess the crimes he had committed and was willing to seek a reduced sentence from the judge for his confession.
These two points are enough to prove that Mason is an excellent police officer. Although he has not been promoted, the fact that he has not been transferred during such a period already means that his value has been increased. There are even rumors that the Turnell District Police The bureau will add two new deputy directors to assist the director in his daily work, and one of the positions is his!
"Brother, I need you to do something for me." As soon as Dulin started to say a word, he was interrupted by Mason's complaint.
"Damn it, you still know how to call me. Do you know how worried I am about you during this time? You are too courageous. I must tell my father, and he will definitely teach you a lesson! "
Dulin laughed a few times and said, "You can tell me these complaints to my face after we meet!" As soon as he spoke, the other side of the microphone fell into silence.
In fact, Mason is a little afraid of Dulin now, which is completely opposite to when they were at home, because he is still the director of the branch, so he can access many files, including the files on the gold robbery. Dulin killed many people this time, and many others died because of this case. He did not expect that the guy who hung around behind him all day long in his hometown could do such a thing. So he was a little afraid of Du Lin. He had never hurt anyone until now, but Du Lin had already started killing people.
A moment later, Mason's feeble voice came from the receiver again, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"Ask father to come to you. I need to talk to him directly. I will call you again tomorrow morning. Goodbye!"
After hanging up the phone, Dulin breathed a sigh of relief. He also had seven armed militiamen in his hometown. He planned to use these people to temporarily protect Alyssa and the child in her belly. When Alyssa comes to Ilian this time, she might fall into the eyes of someone who is interested, even if she really just wants to come here for a trip. In order to avoid possible problems, Dulin believes that it is much wiser to prevent in advance than to regret later.
Besides, all that money has been spent, so it should have some effect.
At eight o'clock the next morning, Dulin called the Turnell East City branch again on time. This time it was his father, Mr. Kesma, who answered the phone.
"I'm Kesma!", the voice in the receiver was a little distorted, but the stereotyped voice was like a brand in Dulin's bones.
"Father, I am Du Lin. I have one thing to tell you. You may welcome the third generation of your family in three months, but that little guy needs someone to protect him now. Remember what we said Good armed militia? I hope they can protect this child within three months."
After Dulin finished speaking, he heard a sound like a chair falling, and Mason's begging for mercy, which was very cordial. The voice on the microphone was still as rigid as before, but Dulin could hear a hint of trembling in it, "Time, place, name, who should you be wary of?"
"Mason knows the specific information. The girl's name is Alyssa. It's best not to let her know. Of course, it doesn't matter if she knows. After the child is born, take the child back and raise it for me. I have a lot to do now, maybe I don’t have time to take care of that child, so I can only trouble you. I hope that child will not be pampered or pampered in any way, and treat him like you treat us, just give him a few whips.”
"Have you finished talking?"
Du Lin, who had already been brewing some feelings, choked on these words. He hummed a few words and hung up the phone.
Mr. Kesma held a cigarette in his mouth that was thicker and longer than the ones sold in stores. It was tobacco he grew and rolled himself. He glanced at Mason who was standing in the corner rubbing his arms. He snorted coldly, "You have grown up to be so useless, you are really a role model for your younger brothers and sisters!" He said and left the police station directly. Mason didn't send him off. He kept rubbing his arm. Mr. Kesma, who was talking on the phone just now, was holding his arm and suddenly squeezed it. He suspected that his flesh was crushed, and it turned purple and purple immediately. It swelled up.
Mr. Kesma returned home by car and sat in an easy chair outside the door, smoking a cigarette and thinking for a long time. It wasn't until Mrs. Kesma came out to call him to eat that he withdrew from his own world.
Looking at the cigarette ashes and cigarette butts on the ground, he stood up and looked at his wife, "Dear, do you know? That bastard Dulin brought us a little guy!"
"Gods, is this true?" Mrs. Kosma tightly grasped Mr. Kosma's arm in surprise. The latter grinned and calmly took his arm from Mrs. Kosma's hand. Got free.
"Yes, it's true, and if someone wants to do harm to that little guy, that bastard asked me to bring someone to protect him!" Mr. Kesma couldn't help but arrange a gender for "Little Dulin", Kesma The Ma family needs a third generation!
Mrs. Kesma's eyes could almost shine. The somewhat fierce peasant woman suddenly disappeared without a trace. The cold light in her eyes was definitely not something that an ordinary peasant woman could have. She was almost like a vicious tiger that had been protecting its calf, squeezing out a few words from her throat, "Who wants to harm my grandson?"
Mr. Kesma patted Mrs. Kesma on the shoulder, "Just calm down a little, I think I'll figure it out."
Mr. Sheriff Johnson, the Sheriff of Alfalfa Town, was already drunk before noon. He was lying on the only table in the Sheriff's Office, his sleeves soaked with saliva. When the sound of opening and closing the door startled him, he didn't even raise his head and just muttered, "If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
"Walt!"
The next second, Sheriff Johnson, who was already drunk and a little unconscious, immediately straightened his body, and a terrifying light flashed in his cloudy eyes. When he saw who was coming, he rolled his eyes and put his hat back on, "Mr. Kesma, let me reiterate, my name is Johnson, not Walter..." However, he did not finish his words. Mr. Kesma walked up to the table, and Sheriff Johnson straightened back, trying to get further away from the farmer.
"I...I...", he suddenly stuttered and couldn't even speak a complete sentence. Maybe he is the only one who still remembers that every time this man appears, the moon will be dyed red.
Mr. Kesma raised his chin slightly and looked at the drunk man in front of him with pity. He didn't need to do anything to possess a very special and admirable temperament, "Those seven people I asked you to train , have you trained?"
(End of chapter)