I don’t know if anyone has asked you, how much benefit are you willing to take and take risks? Do something you know is dangerous and violates morals and laws.
No one had ever asked Graf that, so it didn't matter because he had already made up his mind. He knew how to choose between the embarrassing life in the past and the happiness he already held in his hands.
When people have nothing, they don't care about loss or gain, but when a person who has nothing has something, what he fears most is loss.
The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his dim eyes shone coldly in the dark night. He raised his hand and held down the policeman's hand holding the carriage carriage.
The policeman who had already pedaled up and stepped half of his body into the carriage paused, then turned back to look at him with an indescribable contempt in his eyes, "What?"
Graf took out a roll of money from his pocket, which was the pocket money Dulin had given him as a small compensation for temporarily expropriating the first profit. Graf has no complaints about this, because he himself knows that without Dulin, he can't do anything. Besides, this is not a small sum, a full one hundred yuan. After deducting the food, drinks and finding women, there was probably more than seventy yuan left.
For ordinary people in this era, this is almost the same amount of money that can be saved in a year of frugality. He took out the roll of money, clicked a few cards, and suddenly stopped clicking. He stuffed it directly into the policeman's pocket, patted it gently, and helped the policeman smooth out the wrinkles in his pocket. .
"It's so late, and Mr. Policeman has to patrol. You must have not eaten after working so hard, right? Why don't you go to the restaurant in front to eat something to warm yourself up?" Graf's tone was full of discussion and a certain degree of flattery, but it was just his His eyes were completely incompatible with what he said.
From Dulin's point of view, Graf is a bit silly and stupid, but this does not mean that Graf has no social experience.
What is society
Society is an incredibly strong giant that keeps slapping everyone on the face. The moment society slaps everyone on the face, they feel pain, and that pain is social experience. Everyone has grown up under constant beatings and gained enough social experience to enable them to find ways to hide the moment society raises its hand.
Graf has social experience, so he dealt with this unexpected incident according to his own understanding. He thought it would be useful.
Under the dim streetlight, the greed in the policeman's eyes was brighter than the streetlight. He knew it clearly and saw the money in Graf's hand when he counted it. It was at least fifty yuan. This was a judgment based on his experience. The roll of money was at least fifty yuan. But the fifty yuan did not satisfy his greed. Graf gave him fifty yuan, and he realized that the things on these carriages could definitely bring more benefits to the big man than the fifty yuan.
Maybe a few hundred dollars, maybe a few thousand dollars or more. As a policeman, he knew almost everything about the gray businesses in Turnel City. He can almost tell which tycoon got his start, and which boss has dirty business. It was precisely because of this that he took action on these carriages, because he did not know these people, they were all new faces.
Don’t underestimate the power of rules. Whether it’s gangs or the police, they all abide by rules that ordinary people can’t see. Every force has a fixed procedure for what method they use to obtain benefits, but this time tonight is definitely abnormal. No one informed him that someone was going to deliver goods on this road at night, so he felt that this was a chance. He is a policeman, isn't it what he should do to uphold justice and stop crime
Once he was completely inside the carriage, he could smell a faint scent of wine at the tip of his nose, and the ecstasy on the policeman's face almost disappeared in an instant. Just as he knew the city well, he also knew the huge profits of bootlegging. It doesn't take much, as long as all the goods of this carriage belong to him, he will have no problem leaving the city immediately.
Of course, to be on the safe side, he decided to pry open a box. After all, in addition to private wine, there was also low-alcohol fruit wine.
Under the squeeze of the baton, the wooden shelf made an unpleasant twisting sound. His hands almost trembled as he took out a bottle of wine, then unscrewed the cap and took a sip. His whole face turned red instantly.
Just when the policeman decided to eat the goods, Graf also made a decision, a very difficult decision. Because the carriages stopped and the kids behind them all came closer, Graf raised his head and looked at the other policeman who was leaning against the driver's seat of the carriage smoking a cigarette. Several teenagers nodded immediately.
Next, Graf took out his short stick from his waist and stepped onto the carriage.
From the moment Maurice was killed, he understood that he might have taken another path, and that one day he would have to face such a choice.
But he has no regrets.
The carriage shook a few times as Graf boarded the carriage, and the ecstatic policeman suddenly turned his head, just about to intimidate the unfamiliar big man into swallowing the goods. The next second, before he could say anything, a short stick made of steel bars, as thick as a thumb and common on construction sites, hit him on the head.
Graff quickly took a step forward, hugged the limp policeman, and quietly put him aside.
Outside the car, the policeman holding the brake handle of the carriage was smoking a cigarette and looking at the exquisite products in the cupboards on the street. He didn't know what he was thinking. After taking the last puff, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground, glanced down at it, stepped on it, and crushed it. When he looked up again, he found that he was surrounded by six or seven half-year-old teenagers. The faces of these teenagers were a little scary, and their eyes were fierce, just like the green eyes of the dogs that greeted him when he returned home every night.
He had already sensed something was wrong, and when he immediately went to take out the pistol on his belt, the teenagers suddenly crowded over. They were crowded together tightly, and the smoking policeman's movement towards his belt became slower. His eyes slowly looked down from the face of the ferocious-looking young man in front of him to his waist and abdomen.
A dagger was pressed against his waist, and he could even feel the stinging sensation from the tip through the few clothes. He didn't feel much panic at this time. He didn't expect that these people would dare to show their knives. He didn't react for a while, but soon he started to be afraid. The fear in his eyes dissipated the unspeakable thing before. When he opened his mouth to shout, a boy immediately covered his mouth, while another boy picked up a brick and hit him hard. on the head.
The whole process took less than ten seconds, and the policeman entered the carriage of the carriage with the help of two or three teenagers.
With a hint of excitement in Graf's eyes, he weighed the bloody stick in his hand, wiped it on the clean police uniform, and then took out the money from his pocket. He spat loudly before putting the dagger back into its sheath.
The curtain of the carriage was lifted at this time. He glanced at it and immediately went up to him and dragged the other "asleep" policeman up, and the carriage drove slowly again.
Except for some less obvious blood stains on the ground, even if there are witnesses, they may not dare to say or do anything.
This group of people even dared to attack the police, but why didn’t they dare to attack an ordinary person
Under the dim light of the street lights, the three carriages gradually disappeared into the night behind the intersection, as if they had never stayed here at all.
After a while, a frightened passerby poked his head out of the dark alley, looked at the place where the carriage disappeared, and shivered.
He was just an ordinary homeless man who didn't want to cause trouble, so he decided to leave here.
Just as he was leaving quickly in the opposite direction, he accidentally bumped into a passerby out of fear and panic.
There were not many pedestrians on the road in Tenel City at this time, not to mention that it was not a busy road. After eight o'clock every day, there were almost only a handful of pedestrians on the road.
While apologizing, he looked up and his heart trembled, seeing another group of half-grown young people.
The young man at the head was wearing a peaked cap and a windbreaker. Under the open windbreaker was a plaid woolen sweater.
"Be careful when you walk!", the young man said to him, and he nodded repeatedly. The young man seemed to have thought of something, and took out a one-dollar note from his pocket and stuffed it into his jacket pocket, " The weather is getting colder, go buy some winter clothes!”
He was a bit at a loss as he watched the group of people pass by him. When he turned around and couldn't see those people anymore, he looked blankly at a piece of one dollar lying quietly in his torn pocket. of banknotes.
(End of chapter)