"Or we''ll kill him!" dufo''s tone was a little somber. This may be the best way he can think of at present, that is to kill the mayor. Once the mayor dies, everything will end. No one will continue to look for Jon, and no one will pose any threat to his fellow countrymen. But is it that simple? Really, as long as you assassinate the mayor, you can solve all the problems?


    No, it''s not that simple. If a politician dies, what''s people''s first thought?


    Behind the scenes!


    ****！


    Rather baffling, city buddies died in a mysterious assassination - assuming that all Buddhas and other partners could cross the defensive line and quietly kill the mayor like the legendary assassin, Theodor, and then return to the road without simultaneous interpreting any one. It''s meaningless.


    The death of important political figures of the old party will make the old party undoubtedly characterize this matter as "political assassination". For these qualified politicians who are still alive, living alone may be of many uses, but dying will be more useful, because people often sympathize with the "weak". Taking advantage of this so-called political incident to attack the new party politically and pour dirty water on the new party, the new party will definitely increase the investigation of the mayor''s death case whether it is to get rid of the suspicion or find out "who is framing them".


    At that time, the new party and the old party worked together, coupled with politicians, businessmen and tycoons who planned to speculate in this incident, Dooling had no doubt that he could be betrayed anytime and anywhere. And the hometown Association and the Oriental Star will become the dust under the wheel of history to bury the insignificant truth.


    It is even possible that our mayor is waiting for "Jon and his associates" to jump over the wall to maximize the political benefits brought to him by this matter.


    Therefore, if you want to pass safely in this tsunami, you have to choose the most positive way - politics.


    In durin''s long dream, his back in front of him has contacted many big people. These big people have one characteristic, that is, they have a very strong goal and directivity. In the words of businessmen, they are typical representatives of those who can''t get up early without profit. In the words of big men, they have high political consciousness and ambition.


    Clutching the note in the corner of his pocket, Doolin decided to contact the guy named xiuen. He thought he should talk to xiuen.


    He glared at the Buddha, "put on your clothes and go with me!"


    It is not easy to live without a telephone. Similarly, it is also difficult to live with a telephone. It is said that there has been a telephone network in the capital and other places, but it is still relatively primitive and needs to be transferred through a switch. In this process, the content of the call is unsafe and can be monitored and recorded, so people are more loyal to the traditional way of private communication, that is, meeting.


    The place agreed by durin and xiuen is located at the wharf in the north of tenar city. The wharf is built on the tributary of agate River, and the draft is not very deep. It is enough for tenar, a city mainly relying on railway transportation. Every night after the sky gets dark, the workers on the wharf will gradually leave. The empty and dark wharf seems to give people a feeling of fear. Things darker than the night are hidden under the night, just like entering some kind of magical secret realm.


    In the moonlight, Du Lin sat alone on the bench of No. 3 wharf and No. 2 loading wharf. Dufo was hidden in the dark. Both of them took guns just in case.


    At about nine o''clock, when durin had felt a little cold, a drunkard with a wine bottle in his hand staggered over. Du Lin put his hand into his pocket. Unlike the station, the wharf can''t load any goods at night, so it''s hard to see a ghost on the wharf at work. In addition, it''s located in the remote north. Few people will come at this time. Will this person be xiuen?


    "You''re a little early!" before Dooling could make a sound, the drunkard spoke first. He stumbled onto the bench next to Dooling, looked up fiercely and vomited immediately. The vomit gave off an unbearable sour smell. Turin covered his mouth and nose and sat on another bench. When xiuen vomited almost, he took out his handkerchief to wipe his mouth and sat down.


    At this time, he seemed to wake up a lot. At least his eyes became bright. He looked at Du Lin and smiled, "in fact, I''ve wanted to know you for a long time, but it''s not too late now. Officially, my name is Hugh Connors, senior agent of the Imperial Police investigation bureau!" he stretched out his hand, and Du Lin shook hands with him hesitantly.


    "I know what you''re thinking. You''re thinking about how a senior agent could be sent to a small place like tennell, aren''t you?", Sean''s spirit seemed to come up and showed very active. He shrugged, "I just did what I think I should do, that''s all." he sighed with some sigh, Then he looked at some fuzzy Turin under the moonlight with a smile, "you''ve had a hard time recently."


    Dooling didn''t open his mouth at will, but smiled. The laughter was full of a negative smell.


    "Don''t deny it. I know who Jon is!"


    Just when xiuen said this, there was an impulse in Turin to kill him immediately, but he stopped, "I don''t understand what you said, and I really want to know who Jon is."


    Hugh shook his head. "You''re dishonest, man!" he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, probably because he drank too much wine and shook the cigarettes off the ground when shaking. When he bent down to pick it up, he exposed his back and back brain. At this time, as long as Turin took out his gun, he could solve the insider. The time seemed to be long and short. At the moment when durin shook his God, xiuen had picked up the cigarette.


    He took the cigarette in his mouth, and the fire lit up his playful face for a moment, and turned into darkness for another moment. In the darkness, a red thermal power suddenly became very bright, and the temperature from the cigarette butts could be vaguely felt.


    "Let''s cooperate. My purpose is to transfer back to the imperial capital. Your purpose is to solve the current trouble. We don''t have any conflict in essence, do we?" xiuen''s proposal is particularly attractive under the faint red light of cigarette butts.