Looking at Wood's hurriedly leaving back, Colt lowered his head and looked at the two dark stains on the clothes on his chest. He imitated Wood's example and dipped his fingers into it, rubbed it, sniffed, and then came to the conclusion. One conclusion - the Guarts are so dirty!
Of course, he would not understand that these two stains were actually dried and oxidized blood, nor would he understand that the reason why Wood left quickly was because he underestimated the new faces like Graf.
Whether a person has hurt someone, or more seriously, whether a person has killed someone, his mentality is completely different. Before they have harmed or even killed their own kind, we can call such people ordinary people, ordinary people with universal values and morals. They are like those people hidden in textbooks, tightly binding their hands together with morality and ethics.
When faced with danger, the first thing they think of is how to resolve disputes.
But when a person has hurt other people, or even killed others, his mentality will be completely different. Wood himself felt this deeply. Before he killed the three homeless people who tried to drag him into the alley to warm up, he was just a fanciful guy. But after he killed someone, he stopped fantasizing because he felt that it could be realized and his dream was realized.
Crossing moral and ethical boundaries is not difficult, just take a small step forward.
If they encounter danger at this time, they will not think about how to resolve the problem like ordinary people do, but will take out their weapons and solve the trouble completely.
Wood always thought that these people were just ordinary boys who had never seen the world, but he found that he was wrong.
They are not sheep, they are lions.
You can't completely blame him for having such a view. Of course, rich experience can sometimes make people lose their most basic judgment ability. The other party did not greet the old forces like them before selling these illegal drinks, nor did they entrust others to inform them that new players were coming. Without any buffer, rushing into this market shows that the other party is simply a "novice" and does not understand that in this world, no matter which industry it is in, it has its own rules and regulations. It's not okay to act recklessly, but you have to be prepared to be punished. Sometimes you lose money, sometimes you lose your life!
But those two drops of blood made Wood suddenly realize that he might not be able to use scissors like a gardener to easily cut off a branch that affects the overall gardening. What he would face was war!
War is a terrible word, whether it is a war between countries, a war between gangs, or a war between forces. The result of the war is that one party destroys the other. The so-called armistice and reconciliation are just the passage of time for the results to appear.
Wood hopes to kick out these new faces who have disrupted the market from Turnell City and regain the market that belongs to him, but he does not want to use war.
Unfortunately, he chose the wrong opponent and used the wrong strategy.
More than ten years of extremely prosperous career made him a little inflated, so that he made the wrong decision.
Standing at the dark crossroads, the autumn wind blew from the other end of the street with a bit of bone-chilling chill. Wood didn't know where to go. It was like his life was also standing at the crossroads at this time, full of... Puzzled.
The troika returned faster than when they arrived. Even the horse pulling the carriage looked much happier after unloading a hundred cases of wine. In the carriage, Graf opened a hidden compartment and put the cash box inside. This secret compartment was requested by Du Lin. The purpose was not to hide money, but to hide some contraband before being inspected.
Sitting in the compartment of the carriage, the two unconscious policemen at his feet still had their eyes closed. Looking at them, Graf felt a trace of nervousness that lingered. He glanced at the two policemen and didn't think of any good solution. After all, this is the police. No matter where it is thrown, it will definitely be a huge trouble if someone finds it. Judging from the current situation, it is better to take it back to the farm. Maybe Dulin has a better way.
The carriage drove for about ten minutes and left the busiest city center of Tenel City. The streets became deserted again. Even if one or two people can be seen walking on the road, they have their heads lowered and appear to be in a hurry.
This trip was relatively easy. As the carriage jolted, Graf fell asleep unknowingly.
Just like Wood didn't know which way Graf took, Graf didn't know that Dulin had arranged for Dufo to lead someone behind them in order to avoid accidents.
At this time, Du Fu looked at five or six guys wearing felt hats and windbreakers following closely behind the carriage. He thought for a while and decided not to take action for the time being. It's not that he's afraid of anything. On the one hand, there are too many people living in the city, and who knows which corner will have a homeless man pop up just like before. If someone witnesses a fight, something bad is likely to happen.
On the other hand, judging from the opponent's speed and alertness, it seemed that they did not want to intercept the carriage. Instead, they kept a relatively safe distance and hung behind. Therefore, Dufo felt that instead of causing unnecessary trouble in the city, it would be better to fulfill their wish and wait until they reach the suburbs before taking action.
Tenel City is not big. It is about forty minutes away from the city center. The surrounding buildings have become low and dilapidated. After passing the last intersection, even the street lights disappeared. In the dark night, only the faint moonlight shrouded the quiet land. The carriage's headlights also became brighter, just like the light during wild fishing, attracting "fish" to bite the hook.
When they were only ten minutes away from the farm, it seemed like they took action. When they started running, they obviously alerted the people following them. Those people immediately dispersed with great vigilance and rushed into the nearby grass that was half a person tall. Dufo made a quick decision, immediately divided into two groups, stared at the two people, and shouted.
From time to time, Graf, who was sleeping in a daze, would be shaken by the bumpy carriage and lose his horizontal screen. He suddenly woke up from his stupor. When he raised his hand to wipe the saliva from his mouth, he faintly heard someone shouting. What.
"Stop!" Graf knocked on the wooden board between the carriage compartment and the driver's seat. The troika stopped front and back. He jumped out of the carriage. The cool autumn wind made him shiver, and the wind brought a chill. , also brought the voice of Dufo.
"If you catch one, don't let the other go!"
With just one sentence, Graf's sleepiness disappeared. The muscles on his cheekbones trembled. He immediately slapped the carriage and lifted the oil lamp from the side of the carriage. "Quick, go and see what's going on!"
With the addition of lights, two more guys were caught, tied together tightly, and twisted to the carriage. Graf looked at Dufo strangely and asked: "You ran out to catch the thief in the middle of the night? Why did they offend you?"
Duffer was a little embarrassed, his hat had fallen off, his favorite plaid sweater was covered with grass clippings, and there was a lot of mud on his shoes and trouser legs. Breathing heavily, he replied: "These guys... have been following you since you unloaded the goods. I think there is something wrong with them."
(End of chapter)