When Mayor Peter heard the name "Dulin", he suddenly thought of that young man, the young man who spent a lot of money to support him at the charity party, the young man who was used as a pawn to test others and was thrown into prison. The young man, the young man who, in his opinion, might have been forced by him to leave his hometown and leave Turnel to develop outside.
He thought of a lot of things, and the moment the gunfire rang in his ears, it seemed as if the whole world had gone silent. He watched the bullet tear open the air with a cyclone and shoot towards him decisively. His brain told his body that he must avoid it, because the target of this bullet was his chest, even if it was not taken away by a bullet. I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to continue to be an official in the future if I live my life.
But his body didn't seem to listen to his words very much and didn't react at all. His eyebrows almost stood up.
The next moment, he looked dejectedly at the bullet that punched a hole in the clothes on his chest before he could wrap around the bullet. He thought that the blood in his body would spurt out immediately, but this was not the case. The blood-red hole did not spurt out blood immediately, or even flow out.
The next second, his body could move, but the strength in his body was quickly leaving him. He could no longer support his body and continue to stand. A huge force pushed him backward, and he collapsed to the ground. Breathing is short and rapid due to fear. He should actually be grateful to the young man in front of him, because he used a pistol instead of a knife. If it was a knife, his death would be very painful. Air would enter the body and prevent the lungs from expanding, and he would die from suffocation if he didn't bleed to death.
That was a more painful way to die, at least much more painful than what he was doing now.
The man walked under the neon lights, and his face could be seen in the dim light. Mayor Peter remembered this man in a daze. He was the guy who had been following Dulin. It was indeed this group of people!
Dufo stood expressionless, his eyes as cold as looking at an animal about to be slaughtered. He shook his head, "You shouldn't do that to Vivian."
If there is anything more unacceptable than being assassinated, then it may be Peter's current situation. The assassin not only wants to take away his life, but also gives him a shame that can never be erased, a shame that all men An unbearable shame.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed Dufo's trouser legs. Police whistles were already ringing on the street outside, and the police patrolling at night had begun to summon their companions and rushed here. If you ignore their hesitant speed, they may still have some effect.
Just when Peter's fingertips were about to touch Dufo's trousers, and just when his face turned red and he wanted to do something, Dufo raised his foot and severely stepped on Mayor Peter's hand. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and lit it. The firelight briefly illuminated his face, and after that moment, it was covered by darkness again.
"It's getting late, Mr. Peter, goodbye!"
Three police cars rushed towards the intersection crazily. In the phone booth on the roadside, the mayor's housekeeper had just come out. He glanced at the three police cars that turned the corner and crashed a trash can, and got in silently. in the car. When the gunfire rang out, he knew something was wrong. Whether it was done by the congressman or the governor who would go to see God who didn't know when, Peter would not be given any chance.
Rather than leaving this colorful world with Peter, it is better to retreat bravely at this time. The value of loyalty is not to die blindly, but to live, he told himself.
He glanced at the blue light reflected by the police lights for the last time, turned the car around and drove towards the mayor's villa. He needed to take some things with him and get out of here.
Just as the three police cars were about to approach the alley where Dufo was, there was a sudden loud bang like thunder, and the front of the first police car slammed down and then jumped up. Rolling and sliding to the side of the road. The two police cars behind them chose to brake at the same time. The police officers ran out of the police cars and relied on the police cars as obstacles to observe the dark alleys around them. There is no doubt that the opponent has heavy firepower, otherwise it would be impossible to make a car jump.
But the gunshot seemed to disappear and never sounded again. A police officer tried to get closer to the alley, but there was another loud noise, and the debris ejected from the shattered wall left several blood marks on the young police officer's face. The courage he mustered up disappeared in an instant. , and retracted obediently behind the car.
About two minutes later, reinforcements from the police station arrived, and the loud noise seemed to have really disappeared. When the police chief stood in the alley with a livid face in his police uniform, it seemed as if a card could be used to scrape a layer of water off his face.
He knew the guy on the ground with the bullet hole in his forehead. He was the real master of the city.
Everyone realized the seriousness of this issue, and Turner was about to shake things up.
Duffer entered the bar through the back door of the bar with ease. He had already disposed of his pistol and threw it in the trash can in the aisle near the door of the bar. He walked to the bar and ordered a glass of wine, drinking while watching the performances of the sweaty women.
In just three minutes, all the lights in the bar were turned on at the same time, the loud music stopped abruptly, a large number of police officers poured in from the door, some women screamed and wrapped their clothes tightly around their chests, Some men also zipped up the pants they had forgotten to zip up when going out, and casually smeared the sticky sweat on their hands on something nearby.
"Police inspection! Everyone, stand still and don't move. Let the person in charge of the bar come over." The police chief has already dressed. If someone pays attention, they may find that this guy is wearing a pair of pajamas and his feet are Also wearing a pair of slippers.
He was sleeping when he was disturbed. If someone hadn't called him to tell him that Mayor Peter had been attacked, he would not have become so panicked that he left the house without even straightening his appearance.
The bar owner hurriedly arrived ten minutes later. When he wanted to say something to the bartender at the bar, he was stopped by the police.
"I'm very sorry, sir, no one is allowed to communicate without the permission of the chief." The young police officer held a pistol in his hand and looked at the bar owner with a somewhat evil look. As the lowest police officer in the police station, he is actually not as comfortable and arrogant as people think.
They can't touch the rich, they can't touch the gang members with big power behind them, and they can't touch even the skilled women who have a good family and foundation. They seem to be able to deal only with those insignificant gangsters and those small gangs that don't even have a powerful territory. Suddenly there was such an opportunity, which made the young police officer feel more excited than ever.
The bar owner laughed dryly, then took out a pack of cigarettes and stuffed it into the young policeman's hand. He blocked other people's sight so that the young policeman would not feel embarrassed or embarrassed. "Can you tell me?" What happened to me?"
The young police officer calmly put the cigarette into his pocket and said softly, "Mayor Peter is dead."
The owner of the bar was stunned on the spot. He immediately realized that the police chief was passing on the responsibility. As long as it can be determined that the murderer is in this bar, or that the murderer has appeared in this bar before, then he and his bar will become the light of fire in the night and become the most suitable scapegoat. Not only will his bar not be able to open, he may also be implicated in other ways.
He immediately went to the director, but the director didn't want to see him now. If you meet, things will become more troublesome. If you don't meet, you can get rid of yourself. Why talk to this guy
If a member of the new party can hold his position in the city of Tenel surrounded by the old party and battle wits with the old party for more than a year, he is destined to be no ordinary character.
Every customer must register their identity and undergo a body search. Duff easily lined up and walked to the door of the bar to accept the police inspection. Every pocket and every part of his body was touched more than once. After confirming that he was harmless, he was allowed to leave after registering his personal information. Less than a minute after Dufo left, someone suddenly screamed.
"Mr. Police, someone here lost a dagger!"
The woman's screams immediately attracted several police officers who gathered around her. A young man with a pale face stood against the wall with his hands raised, and his legs began to tremble. He was one of the young men who just grabbed two hundred dollars from Peter. He didn't know what happened, he just didn't want to get into trouble.
When the police emptied all the garbage out of the trash can, they saw a pistol, and suddenly all their guns were pointed at the young man.
At this time, Dufo had already gotten into the car, and Kena started the car with a silly grin and drove towards the outskirts of the city, "Is everything going well?"
Dufo nodded, "What exactly is in that box of yours? A machine gun?"
He heard the two gunshots just now, and when he walked out of the bar door, he also saw the cracks on the wall, which were definitely not caused by ordinary rifles. As a young person living in a Guart neighborhood, I have been exposed to veterans who have returned from the battlefield since childhood. Listening to their stories may be one of the few joys for children. Through the indoctrination of these stories, most children understand far more about weapons and their destructive power than people expect.
Kena still looked honest and honest. He scratched his head and said, "This is a secret. You can think that the thing inside is a fishing rod!"
Dufo hit him on the shoulder, "I really want to beat you up!"
Kinah chuckled, "You can't beat me!"
(End of chapter)