Cosma Empire

Du Lin, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up by Dufo. The sea cliff was a little cold. He put on a coat and came down from the stairs. Totti walked back and forth anxiously, and a half-grown child sat aside. The sound of his footsteps alarmed Totti downstairs, and he immediately greeted him and stood under the stairs waiting for Du Lin.

Du Lin patted his forehead, drank a little wine at night, and was woken up with a headache just after falling asleep, he glanced at the child who was sitting in a daze, and his eyes moved to Totti, "Why do you have to come here in the middle of the night? ", for Du Lin who has no night life, after eight o'clock belongs to the concept of midnight. In fact, his age should be the age for fun. Home.

He doesn't have these hobbies, and it can't be said that he doesn't have them at all, but he doesn't like them very much. For Du Lin, Illian at this time is like a second-tier city in a dream, while entertainment venues and projects are like third-tier cities. These things can't attract his attention at all, it's better to go to bed early and get up early to maintain a good body.

Totti wiped the sweat off his face and swallowed, "Do you remember the couple a few days ago? They were taken away. I personally guess that Mr. Fullers did it!"

Du Lin's eyes finally brightened a bit, and he went to the bar and poured himself a glass of ice water, "How do you know that it was made by people from Old Fullers?"

Totti pointed to the child, "He watched with his own eyes those people broke into their house and took the couple away, and said that they would be buried with some young master. Their family has no enemies, and their relationship with neighbors is also very important. Very good, so I think this thing should be done by the old Fullers, after all, he just died of his son. As a father, I can understand his pain, so I don't think he did anything extreme impossible."

Du Lin nodded, "I know about this, you go back and rest first, everything will be fine tomorrow."

Mopping the floor hesitated to speak, but seeing that Du Lin had lost the idea of ​​continuing the conversation, he could only sigh and walked out of the manor holding the child's hand.

After Totti left, Dove, who hadn't slept yet, came over with a set of clothes in his hands. Du Lin glanced at it and thought about it, and finally changed into it.

This sudden incident is actually a test for him. If he can bring the couple back, the reputation of the fellow countrymen's association will be established within a certain scale. The most urgent task now is to find out where Old Fullers took them. As long as they are not dead, he is sure to bring them all back.

"Wake up Ellis and ask him to go to the bar and ask Old Forlors if there is a warehouse at the port. If so, take someone to have a look and search as carefully as possible. You, Savi and I will go directly He'd better be there!", Du Lin patted his hands on his neckline, smiled slightly, walked around Dove and walked out the door, "Take everything, I don't want any accidents along the way."

At this time, Old Fullers was in his villa,

He looked a bit sloppy now, there were still a few pieces of yellow dirt remaining on the collar of his white shirt, and his old face looked extraordinarily dull. Hair messy. He sat on a chair with his arms pressed against the back of the chair. Not far from him was the couple. He had been watching them like this for about five or six minutes without saying a word.

The butler directed some servants to spread pieces of waterproof canvas all over the entire ground. This is the gardener's warehouse, about 70 to 80 square meters. Various gardening props can be seen in the grid on the wall. For example, iron wire, twisted iron sheets, pliers for cutting branches, and some shovels and hoes of different sizes.

Seeing that the canvas on the ground was almost covered, Old Fullers took out a cigarette and lit it, and took a breath, "My son is dead!" He seemed to be looking at the couple, but he There is no clear focal length in his eyes, and he doesn't know who he is speaking to, or is he speaking to himself?

"Actually, I know, I knew very early on that he would not be a good successor. We spoiled him too much when he was young, and we would give him whatever he wanted. I still remember when he was thirteen years old. How shocked and angry I was when he told me he wanted a woman the other day, even though we were all laughing at the time. From that moment on, I knew he was a piece of shit, a piece of shit who only eats, drinks, and plays."

"He's the way I've known him to be, all that precious time spent with booze and women, and I don't blame him. My indulgences created his character, and it's all my fault. Sometimes I would scold him, and I beat him twice in the past few years. I had hoped to turn his life around, but I failed. I was desperate. I thought I was a great person, but who Can you think that I actually have such a son?"

He took another puff of cigarette, his eyes gradually focused on the husband and wife, and his fists gradually clenched, "No matter how useless he is, no matter how useless he is, he is still my son, my son!", the old man Fullers stood up abruptly, swung the chair and slammed it to the ground. He used a lot of force, and some blue rolling tendons bulged on his forehead, and the chair fell apart after a whine.

He kicked the broken chair away, walked back and forth, panting heavily, waving his hands irregularly, and his voice became more high-pitched, filled with boundless anger, "That's my son, Only I can hit him, scold him, no one can do unreasonable things to him, but you..." He strode up to the couple who were chained to two chairs, pointed at them and growled , "But you killed him. Without my permission, you took away my most important family member and my most beloved treasure in this world!"

"Damn you all!"

Seeing the distorted and horrifying face of Old Fullers who was close at hand, the woman bit her lips tightly, tears glistening in her eyes. The man was still relatively calm, he shook his head, but said nothing.

Old Forrest's chest was heaving violently, after a while he unexpectedly calmed down his anger, gathered the hair scattered on his sideburns with his hands and stroked them back neatly, raised his head and closed his eyes. It took him a while to recover. He picked up the cigarette butt that fell on the canvas. The cigarette butt that was about to go out became bright again under the effect of the airflow. He took another step and poked the cigarette butt hard. On the man's forehead, "Why are you shaking your head? Huh? What are you shaking your head! Do you think I'm ridiculous? Or do you think you've done something amazing?"

The man's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes were also looking at Old Fullers with hatred, not because of the torture he was suffering now, but because he thought of his lovely daughter.

Old Fullers withdrew his hand and patted his clothes, "You killed my son for three thousand yuan... Tell me, what should I do with you?"

At this time the man said, "Your son is worth at least three thousand yuan, but my daughter is only worth two thousand yuan. Mr. Fullers, your son is worth enough!"

"You admitted it?" Old Fullers actually laughed, "I knew it was you, look, he admitted it!" He turned his head and looked at the housekeeper standing aside in surprise, "I said What is it, they must have made it!", he strode to the grid where various tools were placed, found a pair of scissors for pruning branches, walked back, shook his head and said : "No, you can't do it. You can't afford a truck, let alone a murderer. Who is helping you? Tell him his name, and I will give you a happy ending."

Neither of them opened their mouths. Fullers walked to the side of the woman, pulled her little finger out forcefully, and then clamped it with scissors, "We have all we have tonight, you will tell me, I swear!", in his hand With an effort, with a tooth-piercing squeezing sound, the woman's little finger broke away from her palm and fell to the ground. The woman cried out frantically, struggling fiercely.

Old Fullers took a step back in satisfaction, squeezed the scissors a few times and made a clicking sound, "I respect people who are persistent, and I hope you can let me continue to respect you!"

From time to time, a tragic howl would erupt in the small warehouse. The sound drifted away with the wind, but was blocked by the dense vegetation and did not spread.

After about twenty minutes, a car that looked very dilapidated stopped outside Fules Villa.

"Check the weapons and bullets, Lao Fu should be crazy, everyone be careful." Du Lin put on a black body armor, which made his figure look a little strange. The bulletproof vests he wore were bought from the police station. The police station does not sell guns, such as bulletproof vests, riot shields, batons, etc., as long as the buyer has money and status, they are also very happy to sell them. of.

Such a bulletproof vest costs 700 yuan. It is lighter in weight, better in defense against bullets and more convenient. Du Lin bought more than 20 pieces in one go and hung them in the cellar of the manor. He transformed the cellar into a weapons warehouse, and put the weapons he got in Tener and the scattered ones here.

Dufo moved his limbs a little bit, he was not used to it, this kind of thing was really in the way. But he also knows the role of body armor. At this point today, he is no longer the street gangster whose life is worthless like Yuhiro, and he also cherishes his own life. There is no way if he is not prepared, but if he is prepared, he still chooses to put on this body armor.

Savi was carrying a travel bag, which contained weapons and ammunition, and it was inconvenient to take these things out before he figured out the situation. Of course, all three of them carried pistols, so they could quickly counterattack in case of an accident.

Just like that, Durin rang the doorbell of the Old Forrest Villa.