Cosma Empire

The cover was slowly pushed open, and a head that had lost its blood color was surrounded by delicate and fresh flowers. There was a gap in the forehead, and a flower was inserted in the gap. Other flowers are more eye-catching and more special.

It can be seen that Mr. Todd's former secretary was shot and killed from the back of the head. The young man who opened the box was shocked by the scene with a slightly weird atmosphere, and retreated as if seeing an evil spirit. took several steps. When he was a little more stable, he turned around in shame and looked up at Mr. Todd on the balcony, asking him if he should throw this thing away.

Mr. Todd didn't show any expression of horror, only a look of deep disgust on his face. He waved his hand and had the head recaptured and sent to the cemetery in Namirindes for burial.

Many years ago, Mr. Todd executed some people for the Earl of Linders. Some people were executed on the gallows. These people often had some social status. status of punishment. As for ordinary people, they were all beheaded.

He still can't forget the moment when he gave an order, and the executioner raised the tall ax and chopped it down with all his might. The blood flew out from the top of the head, and a blood flower exploded out, the moment everything in his life returned to zero. All his ambitions started from that moment. He was not willing to let others control his own destiny, he wanted to be the one who controlled other people's destiny.

With a dark face, he turned and walked into the room, stood on the balcony and lit a cigarette. There are not many opportunities to smoke in his status, and more often it is a decompression item loved by the upper class like Edible Paradise. He needs cigarettes now, not happiness.

Du Lin killed his former secretary, which means that Du Lin may already know that those fake tokens came from him. He thought about it, and there was basically no evidence left in the whole incident, and the contact between him and the former secretary was all by phone, without any written documents. Therefore, it is impossible for Du Lin to have any substantive evidence to accuse himself. The only thing that makes him uncertain is how big Du Lin intends to make this farce.

Things that could obviously be sat down and negotiated made him feel the bloody smell all over the world.

He hesitated for a while, then picked up the phone and called Louis. After the former secretary died, there was another person who was more deeply involved, and that was his illegitimate son Louis. He didn't have much affection for Louis, as if his subordinates surpassed father and son.

"I'm Todd."

Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar voice on the receiver, Louis thought he had heard it wrong. When will this "father" take the initiative to call him? He would ask his former secretary to tell him almost everything, and he never bothered, and he would never call himself. He immediately sat upright, a little humble, just like Mr. Todd treated Louis as a subordinate, and Louis treated Mr. Todd as his own boss.

"Mr. Mayor, what are your orders?" He said carefully, everything he has today comes from this man, he is no longer himself when he was a child, and he doesn't hate this biological father at all, as long as he can make his life better , he felt that the position of dignity and the like could be temporarily abandoned.

Todd didn't talk nonsense with him, and just made it clear, "Leave Namirindes immediately, go alone, go to the west, I have friends over there." Before Louis could ask why, Mr. Todd hung up the phone . He looked at the receiver in his hand and was a little confused, but he, who was used to following orders, immediately started packing his things.

Some small change, about a few hundred yuan, a few clothes and two gold bars the size of a finger. He hid the gold bars in the interlayer of the travel bag. If there was an accident, these two gold bars would become his life-saving money. He ignored the half-dressed woman on the bed, opened the closet, and took out two pistols from it. One pinned to the back waist and the other stuffed into the pocket of the jacket.

He could hear the impatience in Mr. Todd's voice, so he had to race against the clock.

Before leaving the room, he glanced back at the wall clock on the wall, it was four fifty-eight.

There will be a westbound train at half past five in the evening, and there is still time. He rushed out the door and squeezed into the elevator, then quickly rushed to the street, got into the car parked outside the apartment building, took out the key in a panic, inserted it into the keyhole and twisted the key , when the sound of the car trembled slightly and the sound of steam being discharged could be faintly heard, he put his foot on the pedal of the engine compartment.

The piercing sound of brakes made his movements stop for a moment. A car stopped diagonally in front of his car, just blocking his way, and another car parked alongside him. Louis leaned his upper body out of the car window a little annoyed and made a very indecent gesture, "Shit, you have to wait for me to get out if you grab a parking space?"

He lives in a downtown area with few parking spaces. Unlike his biological father and those rich people, he is not used to living in those secluded high-end neighborhoods, he prefers these apartments in the center of Namirindes. Going out of the building is the city center and the downtown area. He can enjoy the life he likes anytime and anywhere. He loves it here.

The management company of the apartment also provides the same room service as a hotel. You only need to put your valuables in the storage room where the residents have the keys. When you leave, hang the cleaning sign on the doorknob and hand over the spare key to someone At the service desk on the first floor, the service staff will clean every inch of the room for him, and take the clothes in the cleaning bag to wash.

Of course, these services all cost money, ten yuan a month. That's fine for a lazy guy like him.

In the next second, two gun barrels protruded from the car window, and the continuous spout of steam instantly blurred the vision of each other. Louis subconsciously stepped on the pedal of the power cabin, the car jumped forward, his whole body shook backwards, and the car stopped again.

He lowered his head, looked at the densely packed bullet holes on his chest, and touched the neck that had been pierced by a bullet. Blood stained his palms, and his life was leaving him quickly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a guy in a windbreaker, hat and sunglasses get out of the car, and left a bag of shiny silver things in the car. He knows those things, which are the tokens he made during this time, tokens with a denomination of 500 yuan.

In the last few seconds of his life, when his vision had dimmed and he could barely breathe, he heard a sentence.

"Mr. Dühring asked me to say hello to you!"

Several homicides suddenly broke out in this city, and the entire police station was so busy that the operator in the hall hardly took a break for even a minute. As soon as the phone was put down, the ringtone rang again.

Either here someone was stabbed in the street, or there a house was set on fire, or someone's wallet was robbed by some young men. The city, which had been quiet for almost a week, suddenly became lively on the last night of this week, as if these people had made an appointment to commit crimes together on this day and this time. Police cars are constantly carrying police officers away from the police station. The number of police officers in the police station itself will not be many on weekends, and it is even less now.

Except for some clerks and operators, there are only six or seven police officers who are at their inseparable posts.

At this time, a young man in the uniform of a postman came in with a handbag. He wore a peaked cap with the brim pressed down very low, but the postman could still be seen clearly from the perspective of the front desk operator. He was handsome, Miss Operator's first and only thought.

"Hello, beautiful lady, here is a mail package for...", the young postman looked at the information on the handbag, "It is for the Chief of Police, and he is required to sign for it himself."

Originally, the work of the postman is over here, and the lady operator will notify the chief of the police station, and then she will sign for it. But when she was about to say something, the phone rang again. She smiled apologetically and picked up the phone.

The postman pointed to the closed door. The operator hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. She was really busy, and the young man didn't look like a bad person.

The young man smiled at her, making her feel a little heat on her cheeks.

At this time, the chief of the police station was on the phone, all kinds of emergencies continued to occur in the city, which had affected the normal life of residents, and there were constant complaint calls to the police station, and even the State Police Investigation Bureau. His superiors are seeking an explanation from him as to why there are suddenly so many cases in Nami Lindes.

There was a knock on the door at this time, he covered the microphone and said to come in, and then watched a postman walking in with a handbag in surprise. He quickly ignored the young postman, but stood up, stood sideways by the window and looked at the scenery outside the window, explaining something in a low voice.

He saw the young man take out a slip and a pen and motioned him to sign. The moment he walked over to pick up the pen and lowered his head to drop the pen at the position pointed by the postman, the receiver in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. He slowly raised his hands, maintaining a bent posture, and many beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his smooth forehead.

"Mr. Dühring asked me to say hello to you!"

Young postman holds a gun in his hand and points it to his head.

The next moment, there was a soft sound of xiu, and the chief of the police station lay heavily on the table, and then slid to the bottom of the table.

The young man took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood stains on his chest, and then straightened his hat. He casually poured the silver-white tokens with a five-white denomination in the handbag on the dead police chief, and left calmly. police station.