How courageous can a person be when facing death
This requires reference to how many people face death. For some religious people, death is just a new beginning, or even the starting point of happiness. For these people, death is not scary. As long as he dies in the right way, he will feel happiness and contentment instead of fear.
But what if it's a gang member
Without any faith that can support the weight of the soul, death becomes infinitely terrifying.
Facing the feeling of the cold metal material on his forehead, the guy's expression first changed, and then he became calm again.
Because he didn't believe that the little guy in front of him really dared to kill him. He was a subordinate of "Lumberjack Wood". With Wood's prestige and status in Turnel City, not just anyone could attack him. So there wasn't much fear on his face, and even a hint of pride, "If you have the ability..."
Dulin's finger pulled the trigger, and the bullet in the barrel was sprayed out at a speed of 350 meters per second. The sharp bullet directly smashed the guy's skull. Receiving resistance, the hollow tail of the warhead began to evert under the huge force. When it passed through the brain tissue, it completely unfolded. With a sharp tearing metal edge, it flipped and passed through the back of the head easily.
There was a muffled sound, and blood mist with a large amount of red and white bits and pieces suddenly spurted out from the back of the guy's head. The fishy smell suddenly filled the air, and the guy's body leaned back as his head shook back, then fell forward, landing at Dulin's feet.
A fist-sized hole opened in the back of the head, and most of the stuff had spurted out. The thick plasma was still emitting a trace of heat in the middle of the night. The other two people's faces finally lost their calm or unruly expressions, and showed panic.
Is this young man going crazy
We are Wood's subordinates. Isn't he afraid of Wood's retribution... mmp, he doesn't know our identities!
The two guys looked at their dead companions. The expressions on their faces were as strange as they could be. They really thought too much. Not everyone must know them. Just like few people in Tenel City knew Dulin, sometimes people couldn't associate fame with something specific, let alone at a time like this.
Du Lin looked down at the blood splattered on his pajamas. He squatted down and stretched out a finger to wipe away a little of it, then wiped it on the guy's shoulder. He didn't know what he said.
He quickly walked up to the second man and put the gun on his head in the same way. "Look, he thought I might not be able to shoot, so I was scared by him and my hands shook. Now can you tell me who you are, why you are following my carriage, and what are you planning to do?" Just as the man was about to speak, Du Lin raised his other hand and put his index finger between his lips. , made a silent movement, "Shh... think first, think carefully before answering my question, otherwise I may be so scared that my hands will shake again."
That guy actually secreted a layer of fine sweat on his forehead under the cold autumn eyes!
Du Lin could feel that his body was trembling slightly. People were so strange. It would be difficult for them to express complex and passionate emotions without seeing their own kind die in front of them.
After waiting for about ten seconds, Du Lin nodded, "Now, have you thought about it?"
"Think about it, we are from Wood..."
Everyone's eyes were focused on the third person, the last person, while the second person, the guy whose head was held by Du Lin with a gun, turned his head in disbelief and looked at the usually very close friend next to him. Companion, he actually learned to answer at this critical moment
The next second, gunfire rang out, and the second guy fell to the ground with unwillingness and resentment. Just like the previous guy, Dulin opened a window for his head, hoping that if he had a next life, he could Be smart.
In fact, the so-called unwillingness and resentment did not exist, because the moment the bullet penetrated his brain, his eyes had already started to move around, and finally turned white.
After killing two people, Dulin put away his pistol and looked at the third man, "Congratulations, you have learned to answer questions. Can I ask your name?"
"Johnny!", the man said quickly, "Sir, my name is Johnny, I am..."
Du Lin pointed his finger on Johnny's lips and looked at him seriously, "I ask, you answer!"
Johnny nodded repeatedly. He felt like he was going crazy. He actually wanted to pee at this critical moment, but he didn't dare to say it and couldn't help it. The moist and hot feeling flowed down the thighs to the knees, and the cold wind made them feel cold.
"Question one, who is Wood?"
Johnny swallowed and answered quickly, "Wood is our boss. He has a nickname called Woodcutter Wood. The entire smuggling and sale of illegal liquor in Turnell is controlled by Wood and two other people. They control The whole high-end moonshine market in Turnell.”
"Very good, the answer is very detailed. I'm very satisfied. This is a reward for you. I know you need this." Dulin took out a cigarette and stuffed it into Johnny's mouth, then took out a kerosene lighter. Click for him, "Now the second question, who made these rules of the game?"
After taking two puffs of cigarette, Johnny's mood calmed down a little, and his brain became a little clearer from chaos. After thinking for a while, he said: "It was Ernst who proposed it. It is said that the mayor and some tycoons stood behind him. , Wood and Karul...the other guys, they didn't dare to go against Ernst, so they agreed to Ernst's request and formulated the rules of the game. "
"Question three, what do you want to do tonight?" Seeing Johnny's hesitation and hesitation, Dulin reached out and patted Johnny's cheek, who was hiding slightly, "I keep my word, and you see, there is no one here except you. No one else will know it was you."
Perhaps Du Lin's attitude moved him, so he spoke out clearly.
Wood asked them to keep an eye on Graf, find his stronghold, and figure out the personnel configuration. Wait until midnight to touch the unimportant people, capture Graf and the person sleeping in the same room as Qian, and take them back. Wood believed that the person who slept in the same room as Qian, even if he was not Graf's previous partner, must have known who was. After all, the total amount is almost 10,000 yuan, and it is impossible for anyone to safely leave this money to Graf for safekeeping.
As long as you can find your last home, the rest will be easy. Whether they take action themselves or ask others to take action, it is just a matter of trivial matters for the three moonshining tycoons.
After asking all the questions he wanted to know, Dulin took out his pistol and took away Johnny's life with one shot.
As if to explain why he broke his promise, Dulin added, "I didn't allow you to rush to answer!"
He casually threw the pistol to Dover. He believed that Dover could manage this thing well, or at least know what to do smarter than Graf. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood on his fingers, and pointed at the three corpses on the ground casually, "Tear off their clothes and burn them, and send them to the open space behind to bury them with the two policemen." Get up. Take off the policeman's clothes and hide them, maybe they can be used later."
"Get some rest after doing this. They won't come again tonight." After saying this, Du Lin shook off his clothes and returned to the house, shaking his head as he walked.
This guy named Wood looks really ugly, but at this point, neither Dulin nor Wood has any room to relax.
Disputes between gangs and forces are not as easy to resolve as those in business and politics. Business disputes are nothing more than the distribution of interests, and the matter can be perfectly resolved by whoever gives in. Political disputes are just asymmetry in transactions. If you have one more bargaining chip or one less bargaining chip, with a little compromise, everything will be fine.
But disputes between gangs and forces are different. What matters here is natural selection and the law of the jungle.
Each gang and force has its own territory and scope, just like a lion. And those small gangs, small forces, such as newcomers like Du Lin, are like jackals.
Lions are not afraid of jackals. When the lion roars angrily, the jackals will choose to leave because they know that they are no match for a majestic lion. But if the lion is provoked by a jackal but fails to fight back enough, other jackals hiding in the dark will swarm in. They understand that the lion in front of them is old or injured. Or because of something else. In short, it shows a weak and weak side, which will make the jackals ecstatic. They will pounce on it without hesitation and tear the usually arrogant lion into pieces.
So are gangs.
Something like this happened today. Three of Wood's men were lost. If Wood didn't make any statement and remained silent, then even if Dulin didn't do anything, others would test him to see if he was serious. "Cowardly". As long as this test can produce the same result, those superficial people in the city will take the lead and tear Wood into pieces and swallow him.
So no matter what, there is no room for relaxation on both sides.
In order to ensure his status and his own safety, Wood must prove to the lions around him that he is still at his peak and can still tear apart any opponent who provokes him.
Dulin, on the other hand, must confront Wood head-on for his own survival, otherwise not only Wood will take action against him, but also others who see the smell of blood will take action against him. Use his life to please a lion who is still in his prime.
Immortal…
endlessly!
Just an update today, some things have been delayed,,, so
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