Gedol was angry at this time, and at the same time extremely frightened. He couldn't believe that Plando would actually trick him into standing at the window and tell him that the big boss was coming, and he couldn't believe that Plando would do anything. Without hesitation, he took out his pistol and shot him. This shot would not kill him. A shoulder injury would hardly threaten a person's life. This was knowledge he had mastered through countless practices. He could clearly feel that he had been shot in the shoulder, and it was precisely because of the huge force produced by the shot in the shoulder that he lost his balance - next to the window.
The fear caused by tilting and being stuck in the air made Gedol struggle endlessly, but it also accelerated his fall out of the window. He rolled and fell from the window, the wind howling and laughing in his ears, just like those tycoons with contempt in their eyes, which made him particularly unhappy. The breath of the earth was getting thicker and thicker, and he had already smelled a hint of earth in the crazy wind. The next second, there was a snap, and everything calmed down.
People watched in horror as Gedol's body, who was stepping on his broken head with his heels, twisted and tilted slowly, and then hit the ground with a snap. Even if Godol's head is strong enough, when his heel can step on the back of his head, his end is already doomed.
The blood spattered far away, and some white things were scattered like milk that had been left under the bed for a few days in midsummer. It trembled and rolled far away, stained with dust and soil. The red color when the hot blood dispersed pierced the black and white picture. After a short period of death, people burst into screams and angry shouts.
Godor is dead!
Plando walked to the window with a solemn and indifferent expression, put the pistol properly into the holster, and used his ruthlessness to cut off the last trace of pity in his eyes. He kept examining Godor who was lying on the ground like a pile of rotten meat, and the only things left in his heart gradually disappeared. He felt that it was not the boss's fault, nor his fault, but Godol himself. He doesn't live up to expectations, doesn't he
We are just tools. When the tool is no longer handy, we can only change it.
"I didn't expect that, did I?"
The feeling brought by the slight sound was like the sound of the wind at the moment when Godol fell from the window. Pronto's heart trembled, wondering if there was such a process when Godol fell. His scalp was numb and the back of his neck was stiff. He pulled out the pistol he had just inserted into the holster. But before he could turn around, an arm pressed on his shoulder.
He saw a profile of Xiu En. At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and his eyes gradually narrowed, his gaze sinister and ruthless. Just when he was about to make a decision, Xiu En turned his head, looked at him, and met his gaze.
"You want to put the blame on me?" Xiu En laughed, "Maybe it's really interesting?"
Prondo, who was so worried after being called out, was as if he had been poured down by a bucket of cold water. He did have this idea. If Xiuen forced Godol to death in order to obtain some information, this would undoubtedly be the most perfect ending. People He will come up with a sufficient motive for all these things - Xiuen is an agent of the Police Investigation Bureau stationed in Turnel City. Maybe he saw an opportunity to return to the center in Godol, regardless of others' obstruction. Godol brutally forced a confession. Faced with Xiu En's brutal torture, the tight-lipped Godol chose to use death to keep the secret in his belly, so he jumped down from the building on his own initiative.
By doing this, Prondo can first remove all the troubles from his body, and at the same time, it can also let the big boss know that he is really doing his work seriously. At the same time, it can push Xiu En to the opposite side of some big bosses, which can achieve many goals in one fell swoop. Isn't it
On the surface, Xiu En seemed to have nothing to do. He was either fooling around with hot girls or getting drunk all day long, but Prondo never relaxed his guard and vigilance towards Xiu En. He could pretend not to know about small things and let Xiu En do whatever he wanted, such as stealing his wine or stealing his paradise, but when it came to big things, he was absolutely on guard. Even Prondeau sometimes wonders whether Xiu En's current appearance is his true performance, or whether he is waiting for the opportunity.
After all, Xiu En has been a big shot and done big things. He must not be reconciled to being demoted to a place like this. Will anyone think that Turnell, a city that belongs to the old party's sphere of influence, is not willing to accept it? Is this the breakthrough point to break through the defense of the old party in Kansas
This is not impossible. If we can use this opportunity to trap Xiu En in again, his superior, whether he exists or not, will definitely be disappointed with him and abandon him, and he will gradually disappear from people's sight. , until it disappears forever.
This plan was perfect, at least for the first second, but after being called out by Xiu En, Prondo didn't think so.
"Why do you have such an idea? We are friends!" Prondo put the pistol back into his gun bag. The smile on his face was like a flower blooming in midsummer, so bright that it could reflect the sunlight.
Xiuen patted his shoulder meaningfully and leaned down to look downstairs. At this moment, Prundeau had an almost irrepressible impulse, and he wanted to push Xiuen down as well. But in the end, he didn't dare to do it, because Xiu En was really different.
The Imperial Security Defense Investigation Bureau is different from other institutions. In fact, there has been an unspeakable situation in the empire since the feudal monarchy period, that is, most regions have a tendency to get rid of central control and become vaguely independent. , but didn’t really go out independently. At that time, the power of the nobles was too strong, and the history of each noble ruling a region can often be traced back five to six hundred years ago.
During such a long reign, people living in noble territories often only recognized the rule of the nobles over them, not the rule of the emperor. In order to change this situation, which made the royal family start to feel fear, the Imperial Emergency Response Team, the predecessor of the Imperial Security Investigation Bureau, was established. Officially, this team's job is to handle some natural disaster rescue work, as well as the prevention of natural disasters.
But the actual function is to monitor nobles everywhere. Once a noble has signs of independence or rebellion, he must be assassinated as quickly as possible. The Imperial Emergency Special Operations Team has completed many missions for more than a hundred years, the most surprising of which was the death of the former Imperial Duke Gwaren. The newspaper and the official version were highly consistent. Duke Gwaren took his family for an outing in the wild after a heavy rain. They accidentally encountered a mudslide, and then the family returned to the embrace of God.
The special operations team rescued Gvaren's grandson from the disaster. Over the next twenty years, the Duke's grandson became proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling. Unfortunately, he died early, completely ruining the name Gvaren. As for the truth, it is no longer important. What is important is that the deterrent nature of this department has long been rooted in the hearts of many big shots.
After the New Party's "rebellion", the Imperial Emergency Special Operations Team was not banned, but was fully absorbed by the Imperial Security Defense Investigation Bureau. So much so that there was a saying that the "rebellion" of the New Party was actually caused by the emperor and the royal family. Tacitly, their purpose is to change the increasingly dangerous situation and avoid the collapse of the empire. As mentioned above, it is no longer important what the truth is. What is important is that Prondo knows that no matter how bad Xiu En is, he cannot do anything to Xiu En.
Once Xiu En is dead, the Police Investigation Bureau will never send another person here. The one who comes may be a "scavenger".
(End of chapter)