The entertainment methods in this world are relatively monotonous. Apart from going to entertainment venues, there is no such thing as a television. Apart from newspapers, ordinary people can only find some fun for themselves. Most farmers, like Mr. Kesma, try to have as many children as possible while they are still able to move.
Maybe his truest inner thoughts are the opposite, but the problem is that he doesn't know how to safely avoid letting little lives come into this world one after another when doing that kind of thing. He didn't like the slimy casings that smelled like animal offal, so he gave birth to many children, and he also lied - more children could support the family.
So Du Lin went to bed very early.
It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when Graf and the others came back, and Dulin had already fallen into a sweet sleep while lying on the warm bed. I have to say that although Hu En's family is in poverty, their home is still well maintained, especially these quilts and beds. The cushions and quilts spread on the bed still have a faint fragrance, which should belong to their lovely little daughter.
Speaking of little girls, they should still be diving now, right
Just when Du Lin was dreaming about messy things and was deeply involved in it, a knock on the door alerted him. He turned over alertly, pulled out the sharp knife from under the bed, and held it tightly in his hand.
"Who is it?" His voice was calm, without any panic or nervousness. He quietly got off the bed, put on some clothes, and stood outside the bedroom door.
His familiar voice soon came from outside the door, "It's me, are you already asleep?" Graf's voice was very distinctive, and his voice was a little duller than the others. I don't know if it was a big man speaking. The sound is pretty much the same.
Dulin pinned the sharp knife to the waistband of his trousers behind him, opened the door, and looked at Graf who was standing outside the door before he could change his clothes. He looked Graf up and down before asking: "Why don't you go to bed and come to me?"
Graf didn't know how to speak. He scratched his head and said angrily after a while: "We attacked two policemen on the road and arrested some people who were following us."
Dulin's sleepiness was washed away by Graf's words. He turned back, changed his clothes, and walked out. As the two of them walked outside, Graf recounted everything that happened from the afternoon to the evening. Dulin felt there was nothing wrong with Graf's decision and choice. It doesn't matter if you indulge those policemen and lose a batch of wine, but it will only cultivate their greed and become more and more greedy, and eventually it will become a bottomless pit.
As long as no one sees it, there is no evidence, there is no murder weapon, and there is no testimony, it is difficult to determine who is guilty in a trial with the technology of this era.
After he got dressed, he and Graf walked outside the house. After Graf finished describing the night's transaction on the road, Dulin immediately realized that their wine had only been used for a few days, and he was extremely alarmed. The forces in Nell City. In fact, it's normal if you think about it. High-level illegal drinking may be the only income for gangs or forces in such small cities.
Now that someone has touched their income, it is like putting a knife to their necks. They can either kneel down and beg for mercy, or choose to fight to the death. While I was thinking, I was already standing in front of the door. There were three dejected guys kneeling outside the door. Their hands were tied behind their backs and their feet were tied together.
Hearing the footsteps, the three people raised their heads, each with a look of astonishment in their eyes. Before they came, they had simply speculated on what kind of people dared to forcefully sell things that should not appear in the market into the bar without saying hello.
Maybe he was a vicious old man with a hooked nose, who looked at others as if he wanted to eat them.
Perhaps he was a polished middle-aged man, like most tycoons who started out in illegal activities, wearing decent clothes and carrying the air of an upper-class elite.
Maybe…
But the only thing that couldn't be this was a boy who looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old. Why does he have the courage to go against the three giants? Where did he get all this bootlegging? One question after another appeared in their minds, but when they looked around, they couldn't help but tremble.
There are more than a dozen young people surrounding them. These people are all just like the boy in front of them, they are all half-grown boys, and some of them still have some black fluff on their lips!
"Who asked you to come?" Du Lin threw a cigarette to Dufo. He completed the task quite well. The most important thing is that he can think, which is very good and important. Whether it is a gang, a power, or an enterprise, they all need people who can think to do things. People who can think are talents, and all undertakings require talents.
Du Fu stretched out his hands to catch the cigarette, walked two steps to Du Lin, took out a match and struck it on his pants. With a hiss, the white phosphorus accumulated enough heat in the short friction and burned. The sudden firelight illuminated Du Lin's side, simple and ordinary, but also had an indescribable flavor.
When a strong and choking white smoke rose, Du Lin took two puffs and exhaled a light smoke.
The three people kneeling on the ground looked at me and I looked at you, but they all remained silent. They didn't believe what these young people would do to them. Before carrying out this mission, the captain told them that their opponents this time were a group of rookies who had just joined the industry and were not very dangerous. After meeting the "boss" and his main "backbone" members, they believed what the captain said even more, that these people were not dangerous.
They might not even kill anyone, they might just threaten them and then have to let them go.
Of course, there is a more important reason, that is, they dare not say it.
Woodcutter Wood's style is well-known among the gangs in Turnell City. He is a man who will go crazy if he disagrees with him. Under normal circumstances, he behaves like a gentle gentleman. Even if he does something slightly unsatisfactory, he will only say a few words of encouragement with a straight face and forget it. But when someone or something really offends him, he will explode.
Just like suffering from mental illness, crazy, bloody and cruel!
Unfortunately, betrayal is one of the conditions that triggers his madness.
Dulin was not surprised by the silence.
He has no name of his own in this city. He is not as well-known as those big men, and people will not fear him. His right hand slowly touched the sharp knife stuck in his back. He planned to use blood and pain to teach these people what fear was. But at this moment, Graf's muscular brain returned to normal again - when he said before that he killed the policeman who almost discovered that they were transporting illicit liquor, Dulin felt that he was a little abnormal, because He became a little smarter.
Now, he is normal again. He took out the pistol from his pocket and said, "Use this, this is quite interesting."
Firearms are controlled items in the Yao Xing Empire. In the process of the Yao Xing Empire conquering other kingdoms and races, a lot of resentment was accumulated. Therefore, the upper class among the Ogdin people do not want to see other races freely buying weapons, so the empire has control measures for firearms. Of course, like many laws that have been used as backdoors, this control measure has become a dead letter, but in a small place like Turner City, firearms are still relatively rare.
First of all, it is of no great use. There are no huge benefits that make people jealous. They need to use things like firearms to rob and conquer. Secondly, the order in Tenel City is pretty good. After the war, there was chaos for a while, and then a new order was drawn up. Everyone abided by the rules silently, and there was no need to use firearms.
When Graf took out the gun, the lives of the three kneeling people had actually come to an end early. Dulin would not let them live.
Because... Graf and others attacked two police officers and obtained their sidearms.
Once the news spread that the police had lost their guns, these three guys saw the pistol, and the guys who had not shown any surprised expressions at this time would think that there was something wrong with the origin of the pistols in Dulin's hands. They didn't need anyone else to take action. They just had to tell the police chief the news. Dulin and the others could only choose to give up everything and flee immediately.
Du Lin's mouth twitched. In fact, he had no intention of killing these people just a second ago. What he wants is to make money and rise, not to kill! He is willing to join the game in a more peaceful way and become a member of the game field. To do this, someone must pass the message to the people behind him. But now, it's impossible.
He took the pistol and turned it over in his hand. Graf briefly explained how to use it, and Dulin understood it immediately. He turned on the safety and pushed the obsidian chamber into the catalyst. The grip of the pistol immediately began to heat up, which was a reminder that charging had been completed.
He walked up to the first person, raised the man's chin with the muzzle of the gun, and then put the muzzle of the gun on his head. He was as calm as a conversation between friends, "Tell me what I want to hear." Things, you live, they die.”
(End of chapter)