Cosma Empire

When Mayor Peter heard the name "Dulin", he suddenly thought of that young man, the young man who spared no expense to support him at the charity gala, the young man who was thrown into prison by him as a pawn to tempt others The young man, in his opinion, may have been forced by him to leave his hometown and leave Tener to develop outside.

He thought of many things, and the moment the gunshot sounded in his ears, it seemed that the whole world fell silent. He watched the bullet tearing open the air with a cyclone and shooting at him resolutely. His brain told his body that he had to dodge it, because the bullet was aimed at his chest, even if he was not taken away by a bullet. I am afraid that it will be difficult to continue to be an official in the future.

But his body didn't seem to listen to his words very much, without the slightest reaction, his eyebrows were about to stand up.

In the next moment, he stared dejectedly at the clothes on his chest that were pierced by a bullet before it could wrap around the bullet. He thought that the blood in his body would spurt out immediately, but it was not the case. The blood-red hole didn't spurt out blood immediately, and even blood didn't flow out.

In the next second, his body was able to move, but the strength in his body was leaving him quickly. He couldn't continue to support his body to continue standing. A huge force pushed him backwards, and he fell limply to the ground. Shortness of breath and shortness of breath due to fear. He should actually thank the young man in front of him, because he used a pistol instead of a knife. If it was a knife, he would die in pain. Air would get in and stop the lungs from expanding, and if he didn't die from bleeding out, he would die from asphyxiation.

That is a more painful way to die, at least much more painful than what he is doing now.

The man walked under the neon light, and his face could be seen in the faint light. Mayor Peter thought of this man in a trance. He was the guy who had been following Du Lin. It really was this group of people!

Dufo stood expressionless, his indifferent eyes seemed to be looking at an animal about to be slaughtered, he shook his head, "You shouldn't treat Vivien like that."

If there is anything more unacceptable than being assassinated, it may be Peter's current situation. The assassin not only wants to take his life, but also gives him a shame that can never be erased. An intolerable shame.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Dover's trouser leg,

Police whistles have already sounded on the street outside, and the policemen patrolling at night have begun to gather their companions and rush over here. If you ignore the speed of their hesitation, maybe they can still play a little role.

Just when Peter's fingertips were about to touch Duffer's trousers, and just when he was blushing and wanted to do something, Duffer raised his foot and ruthlessly stomped Mayor Peter's hand under his foot. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and lit it, the flame briefly illuminated his face, and after that moment, it was covered by darkness again.

"It's getting late, Mr. Peter, goodbye!"

Three police cars rushed towards the intersection frantically. In the phone booth on the side of the road, Mr. Mayor's housekeeper just came out. He glanced at the three police cars that had turned the corner and crashed into a trash can, and got in silently. in the car. When the gunshot rang out, he knew that something had happened, no matter whether it was done by Mr. Congressman or the governor who didn't know when he would go to see God, Peter would not be given any chance.

Instead of leaving this colorful world with Peter, it is better to retreat bravely at this time. The value of loyalty is not to die blindly, but to live, he told himself.

He glanced at the blue light reflected by the police lights for the last time, then turned the car and drove towards the mayor's villa. He needed to bring some things and leave here.

Just when the three police cars were about to approach the alley where Dufo was, there was a loud bang like thunder, and the front of the first police car pushed down suddenly, and then jumped up. Rolled and slid to the side of the road. The two police cars behind chose to brake at the same time, and the police officers ran out of the police cars, relying on the police cars as obstacles, and observed the dark alleys around them. There is no doubt that the opponent has heavy firepower weapons, otherwise it would be impossible to jump a car.

But the gunshot seemed to disappear, and never sounded again. A policeman tried to get closer to the alley, and there was another loud noise. The stone fragments ejected from the collapsed wall left several bloodstains on the young policeman's face, and the courage he mustered disappeared in an instant. Then, he obediently shrank back to the back of the car.

About two minutes later, reinforcements from the police station arrived, and the loud noise seemed to have truly disappeared. When the chief of the police station stood in the alley with a livid face in his police uniform, it seemed that a layer of water could be scraped off his face with a card.

He knew the guy on the ground with the bullet hole in his forehead, the real ruler of the city.

Everyone realized the seriousness of this issue, and Turner was about to turn upside down.

Dover entered the bar through the back door with ease. He had already disposed of his pistol and left it in the trash can near the entrance of the bar. He went to the bar and ordered a glass of wine, drinking while watching the performances of the sweat-prone women.

It only took three minutes, all the lights in the bar were turned on at the same time, the loud music stopped abruptly, a large number of policemen poured in from the door, some women screamed and wrapped their clothes tightly around their chests, Some men also zipped up the pants they forgot to zip up when they went out, and daubed their sticky sweat on something nearby.

"The police came to check! Everyone stand still and don't move, let the person in charge of the bar come over." The chief of the police station has already dressed. If someone pays attention, they may find that this guy is wearing a pair of pajama pants There is also a pair of slippers on it.

He was sleeping when he was disturbed. If someone hadn't called to tell him that Mayor Peter had been attacked, he wouldn't have become so flustered that he left the house without even tidying up his appearance.

The owner of the bar arrived in a hurry after ten minutes. When he wanted to say something to the head bartender at the bar, he was stopped by the police.

"I'm very sorry sir, no one is allowed to communicate without the permission of the director." The little policeman held a pistol in his hand and looked at the bar owner with a bit of a bad look. As the lowest-level police officer in the police station, he is actually not as comfortable and flaunting his might as people imagined.

They can't touch the rich, they can't touch those gangsters with big power behind them, even those skilled women who have a family and a foundation, they can't touch them either. It seems that they can only deal with those little gangsters who are not well-known, and those small gangs who don't even have a place of influence. Suddenly having such an opportunity made the little policeman feel more excited than ever.

The bar owner laughed a few times, turned his back and took out a pack of cigarettes and stuffed it into the policeman's hand. He blocked the sight of others so that the policeman wouldn't feel embarrassed or embarrassed, "Can you tell Did something happen to me?"

The little police officer calmly put the cigarettes in his pocket and said softly, "Mayor Peter is dead."

The owner of the bar stood on the spot in a daze, and he immediately realized that it was the police chief who was passing on the responsibility. As long as it can be confirmed that the murderer is in this bar, or that the murderer has appeared in this bar, then he and his bar will become lights in the dark night and become the most suitable scapegoats. Not only could his bar not be kept open, but he might also be implicated in other ways.

He immediately walked towards the chief, but the chief didn't want to see him now. See, things will become more troublesome, but you can clean yourself up if you don't see, why talk to this guy?

A member of the new party who can hold his position in the city of Tenel surrounded by the old party and fight wits with those old parties for more than a year is destined to be not an ordinary character.

Every customer had to register his or her identity and was also subject to a body search. Duffer easily lined up and walked to the door of the bar to be checked by the police. Every pocket and every place on his body was touched more than once. After confirming that he was harmless, he was allowed to leave after registering his personal information. Less than a minute after Dufo left, someone suddenly screamed.

"Mr. Police, someone here has lost a dagger!"

The woman's screams immediately attracted several policemen to surround her. A pale young man stood against the wall with his hands raised, his legs began to tremble. He was one of the young people who just snatched two hundred yuan from Peter's appearance. He didn't know what happened, but he just didn't want to cause trouble.

When the police took out all the rubbish in the trash can, they saw a pistol, and all the guns were aimed at the young man.

At this time Duffer had already gotten into the car, Kina grinned and started the car and drove out of the city, "Is everything going well?"

Duffer nodded, "What's in that box of yours? A machine gun?"

He heard the two gunshots just now, and when he walked out of the bar, he also saw the cracks on the wall, which were definitely not caused by ordinary rifles. As a young man living in the Gualter neighborhood, he has been in contact with veterans who were ordered to return from the battlefield. Listening to their stories may be one of the few joys for children. In the indoctrination of these stories, most children's understanding of weapons and their lethality far exceeds people's expectations.

Kina still had a simple and honest look, he scratched his head, "This is a secret, you can treat it as a fishing rod!"

Duffer hammered on his shoulder, "I really want to beat you up!"

Kina let out a chuckle, "You can't beat me!"

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