In Du Lin's dreams, the guy who always turned his back to him would often warn his men with a sentence called "When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win!"
If you don’t want to be a stepping stone for others, then turn others into a stepping stone for you.
The goddess of fate sometimes favors a lucky person, but most of the time she is relatively fair. She gives opportunities to everyone, but whether she can see them or seize them has nothing to do with her. In another world, a cobbler—a cobbler who specialized in making boots for merchants and nobles and dealt with smelly feet all day long—seized the opportunity and changed his life.
Maybe it was short-lived, but at least he bloomed with a brilliance that lasted for thousands of years and even lasted forever.
But this time, it was Dulin's opportunity. He will not let go of this opportunity. As long as he eliminates Wood, he will definitely occupy a place in Turner City. Maybe others will look down upon him because of his lack of foundation and accumulation, but this is not important to him. He just needs people to fear him, not respect him.
Fear Him, listen to His words, obey His instructions, and be His lambs.
Although you respect him, you will inevitably question him, sometimes oppose him, and even become a stone in front of him.
Therefore, Wood must die!
The killings spread from downstairs to upstairs, and the thugs squeezed on the stairs were desperate. They found that their opponents this time were completely different from those they had encountered before. They don't shout and spray dirty words to boost their morale and insult others when fighting. They seemed to be born to kill, silent and efficient killers. Every sharp knife will definitely penetrate the enemy's vitals. Every chop was aimed at the enemy's head.
What's more important is that they are not afraid of death. Each one of them is like a hungry little prodigal who has tasted the sweet blood. They don't know what fear is at all, they just want to taste the flesh and blood of their enemies.
A brand-new truck drove out of the alley on one side. This was a truck that Dulin bought in cash from the only truck sales company in Turner City four days ago. It is also the most common "Hero 50" model on the market. truck. The reason why a truck is named like this is because during the Great Patriotic War of the Shining Star Empire, the steam locomotive railway on the front line was severely damaged, and supplies and backup could not be transported to the front line by steam locomotives. The commander-in-chief of operations at that time had to forcefully requisition a large number of trucks to transport batches of soldiers and supplies from the rear to the front line.
According to official statistics, each truck of this type, together with the driver and co-driver, can hold up to fifty people inside, almost treating people like cargo. After the war, when the Prime Minister delivered a victory speech in the capital, he once said with great emotion that it was precisely because of the transportation capacity and supportability of this truck that the war could end in victory as planned.
This is a hero among trucks, a hero's truck!
Therefore, this truck was renamed by the manufacturer and became the Hero 50.
The truck drove slowly to the entrance of the company, and several young people immediately picked up the body on the ground and threw it in. More and more corpses were piling up, and when blood began to drip from the gaps in the truck bed, the sound of killing inside the company gradually stopped. One corpse after another was carried out by the young people and thrown into the truck as if there was no one there. When the last one had not yet breathed his last and the seriously injured thug was still wailing slightly, Dufo walked over and inserted the sharp knife into him. chest.
He was also thrown on.
The truck drove out of the city carrying a load of corpses, more than a dozen injured boys, and several members of the hometown association who could no longer stand up.
Next came a general cleaning. The girls and boys used clean water to clean the remaining blood stains on the road, and wiped away the blood stains that were splashed everywhere in the company. Some places that showed signs of fighting were smashed into pieces with a thirty-pound sledgehammer. If you didn't care about the pink water constantly blending into the sewer, maybe no one would find out that there had been a fight here, and more than 30 people died.
While the general cleaning was being carried out, Mr. Plando, the patron saint of the city, was finally pulled over with the support of two strong police officers. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his face, and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's so hot in this damn weather..." He looked curiously at the buildings behind Du Lin, not gathering together. There were no gang members drawing swords and crossbows, no bloody wounded, none of the scenes he had seen or imagined.
Didn't it mean... Wood came for revenge
Just as he was about to say hello to Du Lin, Du Lin walked into the alley. After about three minutes, he changed his clothes and walked out, taking off his mask. Plando narrowed his eyes, and there was a feeling of jealousy swirling in his heart. He knew why Du Lin did this, and he had to admire Du Lin's caution, prudence, and wisdom.
Only then did Plando notice a detail. Almost all the young people who were quickly dispersing on the street were wearing masks. If this wasn't Kevin's idea for them, then the young man in front of them with a hint of smile would be really scary. No matter what happened here, no matter whether those witnesses dared to come forward to testify against Dulin, they would all need to face cross-examination by lawyers.
How do you confirm the identity of a person when he is wearing a hat and a mask, with only his two eyes exposed
Prondo could even imagine that when necessary, Dulin's lawyer would ask a group of young people with their hat brims lowered and face-visible masks to stand together and let the witnesses reveal their identities. As long as the eyewitness cannot do this, no matter how many people say that the guy they saw is Dulin, it cannot be used as testimony.
Especially in this society where money can be spent to change certain things, there are no witnesses, no testimony, no evidence, and there is still money, there is no need for a trial at all, just acquittal.
This is a very smart guy.
He is also a very dangerous guy. At least judging from the current situation, Wood should suffer.
"Director Plando, is something big happening? You have brought so many police officers..." Dulin took out a cigarette and handed it to Plando.
According to Prondo's previous character, he would not accept it. This has nothing to do with the quality of the cigarette itself, but a class gap. Sometimes the gap is so big that even if fat meat is put into the mouths of those in high positions, they will be disgusted. What I dislike is not that the meat is not delicious, but that the person holding the piece of meat is too classy!
But he caught it and held it in his mouth. When Dulin took out a lighter and lit it for him, he also lit it for himself.
Plando thought for a while and then said with a smile: "Isn't it that the weather has turned cold? The city's heating has not started yet. It's a little cold sitting in the office, so I took everyone out for a walk to move their bodies and keep warm. !" This is a very lame excuse, but whether it is lame or not is meaningless at this time. Prondo wants to express his attitude, and also to tell Dulin that he knows what is happening here, but he will not speak out.
He was going to sell a favor to Du Lin. Anyway, what happened today had nothing to do with him. No matter who wanted him to be blamed, they needed to consider whether it was worth it.
Du Lin nodded with empathy. After criticizing the city government for a few words, he changed his tone and said, "Well, I will personally donate fifty radiators to the police station so that everyone can stay safe while the weather changes." When you start heating, you can cope with the temperature changes to some extent. "
A radiator costs fifteen yuan, but it only costs seven hundred and fifty yuan, not too much, not too little, just right. The most important thing he gave was not money. Money can only make people care about it for a while. Once it is spent, everything will be gone. But things are different, especially this kind of radiator, which can be used in both homes and workplaces. As long as people use this thing, they will remember who bought it and delivered it to them.
Even if they have a somewhat personal view of this person, in the process of this thing existing and affecting their living and working environment, it will gradually change their senses.
Prondo immediately nodded in praise, held Dulin's hand affectionately, and patted his arm - he did not dare to pat Dulin's shoulder, "Then on behalf of all the police officers in Turnel City, I would like to thank you for your generosity. Come on!" He glanced back, and the stunned police officers suddenly became excited and applauded.
"Yes, this is what I should do as a member of Tenel City. It is precisely because of your protection that our city is beautiful and peaceful!"
(End of chapter)