The atmosphere solidified again.
Graf slowly turned his head and looked at Dufo who was pointing a gun at his head. The muscle fibers in his head made his brain go blank. He opened his mouth slightly to show his shock, and his eyes were a little distracted. After a while, he came back to his senses and looked at Dufo with an unbelievable look. When he spoke, his tone seemed to be filled with grievances, "Dufo, you are my friend. I introduced you to the place." The hometown association, but you... are pointing a gun at me? "
Dover and Graf are good friends, a little more than brothers, a little more than friends. If they run the business for a while, and if Graf can help Dover once or twice when he needs help, they will become brothers. But their relationship fell a little short of the mark when Dufo entered the hometown association.
With just a little bit of heat, if you use your index finger and thumb to gesture, it may only be as thick as ten ten-dollar bills stacked together.
But at this moment, Dufo was holding a gun to his head. He could feel the cold metal texture of the gun's muzzle, and could feel the slightest trace of heat coming from the grip behind the gun. Dufo has already opened the safety, pushed Yao Jing into the catalytic chamber, and can pull the trigger at any time to eject bullets.
You know, a month ago, Dulin and Dufo didn't know each other at all. They might have passed each other countless times on the street without stopping to say a word or two to get to know each other.
It was him, it was Graf who introduced Dulin to so many Guart people.
It was he who was the first to propose the establishment of an organization to unite and provide warmth to more Guart people in need.
He'd played a vital role, but now his once best friend, Dufo, was holding a gun to his head instead of Doolin. He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it. Why was everyone making things difficult for him at this time
Dufo looked at Graf expressionlessly. He didn't want to speak at first, but he felt that he should say something. He is no longer an ordinary member. He is the group leader and has a certain status and power in the association. At the same time, he does have something to say. If you don't say it now, you may not have the chance to speak again in the future, which will only make you regret it.
"We are a whole!" This was the first sentence Dufo said. Du Lin nodded slightly, "Just like the boss said, no matter how you behave randomly on weekdays, everyone can tolerate you, but when something so big happens, When things happen, you can only hurt us if you still rely on your own character and ideas.”
"We are a whole, but you can't integrate into our whole, so here are six of us brothers!"
"What about next time? How many more do you plan to let lie here? Five? Or ten? Will you understand when even the boss and I have to lie here?"
Duffer grinned and said, "Graf, we are friends, and I know you. You can be a good person who is a little bad, but you can't be a bad person. This is not your game. It's time for you to quit."
Graff is indeed, as Dover said, a good guy with a bit of bad taste. Sometimes he can be unreasonable, sometimes he can be very enthusiastic, and most of the time he is a very enthusiastic guy. No matter who it is, as long as he is a Guarte, no matter man, woman, old or young, as long as he finds him and asks for help from him, he will definitely do his part and help those in need as much as possible.
Otherwise he wouldn't have gone to jail for helping others, otherwise the tycoon wouldn't have spent money to fish him out.
He is a good person, everyone trusts him, and he has a good heart, so he cannot be a bad person or do bad things.
Maybe he has killed people for everyone, maybe he can rush to the front line at some point, but he can never adapt to life here. Instead of struggling here in pain, it is better to return to the life he should exist as soon as possible. Continue to be a good person who is a little bit bad, rather than a bad person who is incapable of being good.
Graf wanted to refute and say that he had actually been prepared for it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say this.
He couldn't say it, even if he thought he was ready, it was still just his "thinking"!
"Could it be that..." A hoarse voice came out of Graf's throat, with an obvious rough graininess. He looked at Dufo with some confusion, "Could it be that only by abandoning one's relatives can one do a good job? Are you ready?"
At this time, Dulin spoke, "You are wrong, Graf." He took out a cigarette and lit it for himself, flicked his fingers, Dufo put away his pistol, walked to the corner and stood leaning against the wall. Du Lin took out his lighter and hit it a few times, lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, "You have not abandoned any relatives. From the day we joined the hometown association, all of us are relatives!"
One sentence made Dufo's heartstrings tremble slightly, and the look he looked at Graf was even more full of contradictions. Du Lin is right, all the brothers and sisters in the hometown association are relatives. But in Graf's eyes, his relatives are his mother and his brother, not the six bastards on the ground who can't even take a fucking breath!
Graff was stunned for a moment, "That's not what I meant, I..."
Du Lin stood up suddenly. In terms of height, he was obviously shorter than Graf, but to Du Fu, he felt that he was countless times taller than Graf, and he even had to look up to him!
Graf's next words were stuck in his throat when Dulin stood up. His lips moved but he didn't speak again.
Dulin walked from behind the desk to Graf with a cigarette in his mouth and looked up at him with a smile on his face. He actually opened his arms, hugged Graf fiercely, and then patted his vest gently, "Okay, it's time to go home and live the life you long for. Even if you leave here today, We are still your friends and your brothers."
"One day you are a relative, you will always be a relative!"
Inexplicably, Graf suddenly lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly. His eyes were inexplicably hot, and he had an urge to cry for some reason. The last time he had this urge was when his cat was kicked to death by a passing horse on the roadside. He felt that he shouldn't be a fragile person, but unfortunately, he actually showed a kind of vulnerability that he shouldn't have at this time.
He shook his shoulders, shook off Du Lin's arm from holding him, turned around and pushed the door open.
Looking at the empty door, Du Lin shook his head and walked back to the window.
Today we sent away six brothers and Graf, so who should we send away tomorrow
Looking at Graf through the glass, he kept raising his arms to wipe his face, and striding away into the distance, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
This road is too dangerous. You idiot, you better step aside!
(End of chapter)