Mr. Tuckers, who was held against a gun, directly moved the gun against his chin under Anpu's surprised gaze. He arranged his clothes and calmly walked to sit on the sofa he had just made. After going back, Ms. Sophia's entourage also made him a cup of coffee. He picked it up and took a sip, then looked at Anpu with a half-smile.
Anpu's expression was shocked at first. He did not expect that Mr. Tuckers would have such courage to push away the executioner's gun on his chin. Then his expression became suspicious. He looked at Mr. Tuckers naturally. He walked to the sofa calmly, and even when he passed behind Sophia, no one was wary of him. Finally, Anpu showed a thoughtful look until Sofia's entourage brought Mr. Tuckers a cup of coffee.
The expression on Anpu's face had turned a little ferocious at this time, but he soon calmed down. He sighed heavily, "You must not be Mr. Tuckers?"
"Mr. Tuckers" pursed his lips and wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief. He showed a very regretful but mocking look, "Mr. Tuckers may be playing with those fish at the bottom of the sea." Hide and seek, I am indeed not Mr. Tuckers. I am a back-up arranged by Mr. Dulin. People often call me Operator No. 2. I have confessed my identity, so Mr. Lapuan, should you also confess. What's your identity?"
"We are good friends. Although I am not sure what your real name is, the name Lapuan is definitely fake."
Mr. Tuckers..., no, to be precise, Mr. Operator No. 2 is a line planted by Dulin, a back-up man. He moved from the Ternell area to Ilian City and opened a jewelry store in partnership with the real Mr. Tuckers, which he used to secretly melt the gold bricks he snatched from the Imperial Bank and make them into jewelry and sell them to all locals. People and outsiders, through such methods and channels, he successfully avoided some of the suggestions Anpu later made to the Imperial Central Bank. There was no such thing as gold bricks in underground money laundering channels and stolen goods sales channels, and he also avoided Du The biggest danger was when Lin started his family.
This method of selling stolen goods is very special. The speed of making money is a little slower, but it is safer and you can make more money. This method does not need to face the 50% handling fee of underground stolen goods sales channels, nor does it need to consider that someone will run into the jewelry store to check whether these gold products belong to the robbed batch. 30 million The gold can still be sold for a high price of nearly 45 million, and Du Lin applauded his imagination.
But after operating it for a period of time, he discovered a big problem, and that was Mr. Tucker's problem. According to the original agreement between Dulin and Mr. Tuckers, Mr. Tuckers did not have much equity and had no power to interfere in operations. But when everyone had a little money, probably more than one million, Mr. Tuckers thought that the jewelry store should be turned into a brand, not only to expand the business scope, but also to set up an independent craftsman studio specifically for high-ranking officials. Serve noble people.
In terms of normal business behavior, Mr. Tuckers, a goldsmith, is very business-minded and uses branding to promote luxury category brands, but this is contrary to Dulin's original intention. The batch of gold in his hand was originally hidden from the light. Once the size of the jewelry store became larger and there were more branches, those colleagues would come to cause trouble and easily destroy his temporarily low-key plan. Then the two people had a quarrel. Mr. Tuckers may have discovered something, and threatened him with the incorrect origin of Dulin's gold, and asked Dulin to pay him a large sum of money to develop his own business and restore the glory of the family.
So Mr. Tuckers went to the bottom of the sea to fish.
At this time, Dulin also realized that he might have left a flaw. Mr. Tuckers could see that there was a problem with the source of his gold, and others could naturally see it as well. So he quickly recruited four non-existent shareholders in his own name and that of Mr. Tuckers to confuse the situation. At the same time, he also sent an accountant to accompany Mr. Tuckers to fish, and then from the Guarts I found a qualified accountant and modified all the books.
In order to prevent someone from seizing this loophole in the future to pursue him, Dulin found a person who looked exactly like Mr. Tuckers, gave him a brand new identity, and arranged for him to live in the Federation. The goal is a more effective means for your own people! At that time, Du Lin gave him a goal of ten years. If no one came to catch this loophole within ten years, then Mr. "Tax" could come back. Unexpectedly, there were actually people chasing this loophole, and there were two of them. That's the real windfall.
In fact, the second time someone pursued this line, that is, when Anpu, who called himself Lapuan, traced this line, Dulin had sold Ilian's jewelry store to an outsider, and all the ledgers were being reconciled. After paying the tax, it was approved for destruction and completely disappeared.
At this time, Anpu finally came to his senses. He was stunned for a while, and then laughed loudly, "I knew that this bastard Dulin always surprises people. How did he think of doing this?" No. Needing an answer from the fake Mr. Tuckers or an answer from Ms. Sophia, Anpu showed a naughty smile like a child, "He gave me a surprise, but I also have a surprise for him. Can you give me a call?" To Mr. Dühring?"
Mr. "Tax" nodded, "Of course, but not here!" He said to Sophia, "Mr. Lapuan seems to have invited Miss Alyssa here, please do the next thing." You, try not to let her know what happened..."
Soon, Mr. "Tax" drove Anpu and several gunmen to outside a warehouse in the suburbs of Montel. There was a public phone booth outside the warehouse. Mr. "Tax" went in first and dialed Dulin. phone number.
Soon, after receiving the call, Du Lin changed his clothes, walked out of the villa, rode a bicycle for about a mile, found a phone booth, and dialed the call back.
"It's me!" Dulin said the moment the call was connected, but he did not say his name.
Anpu laughed again on the other end of the phone. This voice was too familiar to him. Not only had he heard Du Lin speak at close range, he had also heard it on the phone, and he had even monitored Du Lin's calls. He was familiar with this voice. Couldn't be more familiar. But after the laughter, he sighed and said the same thing, "It's me!"
The two ends of the phone fell into dead silence for an instant. After about two minutes, Du Lin asked, "I just heard my brother say that you want to give me a surprise. To be honest, it's not a surprise at all, it's just a shock. But I I still want to congratulate you, Mr. Anpu. Congratulations on your return from hell. Isn’t the dirty air particularly sweet? And you seem to be very energetic and continue to trouble me. Can I ask, is this? why?"
Napu was very interested in chatting, and he immediately replied, "Of course, how can I bear to suffer in hell alone when you're not dead, so I'm back. As for why I chase you? Because the answer is simple, you You have made justice unbalanced, Dulin, you are the biggest cancer in the empire. If you cannot be brought to justice, who knows what you can do!"
"Are you satisfied with this answer?"
Du Lin pursed his lips and said, "Very satisfied, but Mr. Anpu, I need to remind you that you lost another round without my knowledge. Is this your way of regaining fairness and justice?"
Anpu didn't care at all about Du Lin's ridicule. He changed his posture and leaned in the phone booth, with a rosy face and an excited expression, "Do you remember what I said to you last time? Justice will definitely come, it's just a matter of time. If I can’t do it, I believe someone can.”
"This sentence is very sad and reminds me of the time when I went to your grave to lay flowers for you." Dulin took out a cigarette and lit one. After a short silence, he spoke again, "Mr. Anpu, I I respect your personal abilities very much. You are the second member I invited who does not have Guart blood, but can really enter my core position. You rejected me last time, and now I do it again. Invite you, I need your ability to work for me, okay?"
Du Lin is really optimistic about Anpu. Anpu and Kevin are two different people, and they specialize in different fields. Kevin is the kind of person who can win the case for you if you give him a word and tell him that you are innocent. Even if he uses dirty and dirty methods, it will never be a psychological burden to him. It can be said that Kevin is a shameless, bold, dark-hearted and thick-skinned person. Kevin is invincible in the legal field, but outside the law, he may not be able to play well.
But Amp is different. He is very focused on details, has keen observation and high patience. He can find something different from the details. His analytical skills are very strong, although his execution ability is a bit poor. But it is undeniable that this person is definitely a master at formulating plans to find and fill in gaps. With him around, some of Dulin's plans can be more perfect. The most important thing is that Anpu is not partial to eclipses. He can do any job, not necessarily only in law and police work.
For about three minutes, no one spoke. Du Lin exhaled light smoke and waited for Anpu's answer. As long as Anpu can agree, he can make Anpu trust him. Working with a guy like Anpu who is a bit stubborn and old-fashioned and very passionate, as long as he helps him find the direction of truth, he can exert 100% motivation. Dulin believes that he can be a life coach for Anpu to embark on a new path in life, and he is also an expert in this regard.
Three minutes later, Anpu's voice became calmer, "I'm very grateful that you still appreciate me so much today, but I need to tell you one thing, Mr. Dulin."
"I am a policeman and you are a thief. We will always be two sides of the coin. This is our ending."
Du Lin put out the cigarette butt and threw it to the ground. He smiled, whether Anpu could see it or not, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Anpu, I'm very sorry. I respect your choice, this is your right. To be honest, I'm very sorry today." I’m happy because we said something again, because we are still who we were before.”
"It's getting late, Mr. Anpu. If there is a chance, I hope we can sit down and have a good chat. Say hello to my friends for me and tell them to wait a little longer. I will see them soon."
"goodbye!"
Anpu glanced at the hung up phone. He shook his head and put the receiver back on the landline, then looked outside the phone booth.
Mr. "Tax" had his back turned to him, and the five gunmen had drawn their pistols. Time seemed to slow down very slowly at this moment. Anpu took out his cigarette and lighter. The rolling sparks of the flint ignited the core of the kerosene rope, and the flame danced around his palm like a coquettish girl twisting her body. He raised his head slightly, which caused the wrinkles on his forehead to overlap layer by layer. He saw steam emitting from the muzzles of the guns, and bullets whizzed slowly towards him.
He didn't have any desire to block and escape. He took a deep breath of cigarette, and the smoke swirled in his lungs. The smell that annoyed him but attracted him made him squint his eyes. The first bullet penetrated Polly, and there were large cracks in the glass of the phone booth. He flicked the cigarette ashes. The ash that rolled down about a foot away from his chest was concentrated by a bullet and turned into a cloud of dust. He took another deep breath of cigarette, and the bullet hit his chest hard, making his chest sink in, forcing him to spit out the smoke he had just inhaled.
At this moment, the power was like water in a broken bucket, draining away quickly. The cigarette butt slowly swirled in the air and fell, and the gunshots around him formed a sonorous movement, just like his character.
When the gunfire stopped, he had fallen in the phone booth, and his life was about to leave him. He was vomiting blood in big mouthfuls, but his eyes stayed on the cigarette in his hand. He touched the cigarette gently with his fingers, trying to pick it up, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it. There is no longer any strength in the body, and even breathing has become difficult. Maybe... No, this time he is really dead.
A shadow blocked the light, and he saw a pair of very familiar leather boots, which belonged to Mr. "Tax".
"Tax" had already walked over. He bent down to pick up the cigarettes on the ground and stuffed them into Anpu's mouth. Anpu forced a smile and moved his mouth. Although he didn't make a sound, "Tax" "Sir knows, he is saying thank you.
Seeing Anpu's eyes slowly and uncontrollably closing, Mr. "Tax" shook his head. He hates Anpu and even hates Anpu because Anpu wants to investigate the Messiah, but he sympathizes and even appreciates Anpu. He is a man who has his own pursuits and is very persistent.
Taking one last look at Anpu, who had completely stopped breathing, Mr. "Tax" got into the car and quickly disappeared into the night.
May there be no strife in your heaven!
Hanging up the phone = death, letting Tucker answer the phone = survival, why do you need to explain? I'm afraid that someone will criticize me again like "Why do you want to kill An Pu? What if you kill him by mistake?", so I helped you think about it, no need to thank me!
(End of chapter)