It was morning when Igor woke up. He was awakened by urine. He looked at some strange sleep environment, the whole person was stunned, and then realized that he had been kidnapped. He doesn''t understand why that guy kidnapped himself. He doesn''t have money. Compared with other officials, he is very honest. The monthly user fees of telephone customers are directly entered into the unified charging account of the city hall. The only place he can start is the first installation fee.


    According to the opinions of the city hall and the state, as long as there is no loss, it is also a policy to promote the use of telephones. The postman can''t be faster than the telephone, and there are problems in communication in some remote places. This is also one of the policies of margus, the leader of the new party, in order to strengthen the central government''s control of local power. So as long as there is no loss, the surplus will fall into his hands.


    He doesn''t have much money. Although he spoke to Natalie this time for three million, he can give 50000 kickbacks, but he really doesn''t have money. The deposits in the bank add up to tens of thousands of yuan, so he thinks it is a wrong choice for the other party to kidnap himself, if the other party is for money.


    "Anyone? I need to go to the bathroom!" he shouted in a slightly hoarse voice. His throat was painful. Even if he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he felt like scraping his throat. He shouted several times, but no one promised. He looked at this place like an abandoned warehouse and finally closed his eyes.


    A hot and humid heat flow began to spread along his legs in an instant, and a strange smell of warmth filled the air. He frowned, breathed a sigh of relief, and struggled a few times to see if he had a chance to leave here.


    His hands were tied behind him and tied tightly without feeling loose. He looked at the ground around him and wanted to find something to try to cut the rope. However, there was nothing here except rotten weeds and dust.


    He shouted a few times helplessly, but no one promised. He didn''t know how long he had been here, and he didn''t know when it was now. Just when his hunger and thirst reached the limit, the door of the warehouse was slowly opened in the twisted scream of the wooden tenon, and the two figures came in with light on their backs in the sunset.


    Igor squinted at the two figures, trying to distinguish their appearance, but he couldn''t see clearly. He could only see an outline. He licked his lips and asked in a hoarse voice, "who are you and why kidnap me?"


    One of them said to the other, "look, I knew he would say that." the voice was very young and had an unspeakable attraction. When the other two approached, he narrowed his eyes to see their faces.


    One was Kalam he knew, and the other was a stranger he didn''t know. He looked at them with some vigilance. The most important thing was Kalam. He told him all his secrets. Damn it, the other party won''t threaten himself for it? He chose to shut up and close his eyes.


    Where he could not see, dufo kicked him in the face. Igor couldn''t close his eyes and howled. Blood flowed down his nostrils and corners of his mouth, and the bridge of his nose looked askew, which made him a little handsome and miserable.


    Dulin raised his hand to stop Kwai''s desire to continue beating him. He went to Igor and squatted down. He took a quick handkerchief from his pocket and shook it open, wiping the blood on Igor''s face. His movements were gentle, as if he were afraid of hurting Igor. Just after being mercilessly attacked by dufo, Igor was trembling. The young man named Kalam knew he was an official and dared to beat himself, which would inevitably make Igor think too much.


    At this time, I happened to meet a reasonable, polite and cultured person, just like a stray lamb looking for a shepherd, with a trace of light tearing the darkness. He raised his head and begged to look at Turin. "What do you want? Money or something else? Make a price. I''ll give it to you as long as I have it, and I promise I won''t call the police!"


    But the man didn''t answer him anything, kept smiling, wiped the blood off his face and threw his handkerchief to the ground.


    "My name is Dulin. Nice to meet you, Mr. Igor." the young man squatted in front of him and said with a smile.


    "Yes, yes, I''m glad to meet you, too, sir!" when he was about to say something, suddenly there was an inspiration. Where had he heard of the name... Remember, at the meeting of the city hall, the mayor said that there was a rich mayor in the poor place next door, which seemed to be called Dulin or something. He asked cautiously, "are you from Otis..."


    Durin admitted without hesitation, "yes, I''m the mayor here now."


    When hearing this, Igor breathed a sigh of relief. The other party was an official and a brother of the new party, so his life would be safe. He just wanted to have a chat with Turin. When he was climbing the relationship, Turin asked a question.


    "Did you make trouble for the staff I sent to narinds the other day? The woman named Natalie." when Dooling said this, Igor had 10000 wild boars running in his heart. He didn''t know that the woman named Natalie was the mayor''s mistress. If he knew, he would never dare to fight Natalie. No matter how brave he is, he dare not do such a thing.


    The mayor is the mayor. Although there is nothing in Otis, the mayor is the mayor. If the level of the party is higher than him, it means that he has more and greater power than him. He can ruin his political life by crooking his mouth.


    When he squeezed out an ugly smile to remedy something, Turin stood up and sighed gently, "Power is a good thing and a magical thing. It can change the mentality of some people in a very short time and turn a good person into a bad person. Mr. Igor, if you bully someone else, I may leave some feelings, but you bully a woman and shoulder the task I told her, You are disrespecting me. "


    "All the people who make me ugly and look at my face are not my friends. To treat my friends, I will entertain them with the best things, but to treat the enemy..." he pursed his lips, smiled and bent down slightly, "goodbye, Mr. Igor. Although the night is long, there is always a bright moment. I wish you a good dream!"


    Duffer took out the pistol from his pocket and pushed on the insurance. When the pistol handle was slightly hot, he pulled the trigger continuously. Mr. Igor trembled on the ground like a rag pocket, his eyes almost stared out, his face turned red and rolled a few times, and finally ended his absurd life quietly.


    Dufo went back and forth. He brought a wooden barrel for cellaring wine. He put Mr. Igor in, sealed the lid, and withdrew. They found a deserted place in the field, dug a pit, threw the guy in, buried him in the earth, and then clapped their hands to finish the work.


    Durin gave dufo a cigarette. They squatted on the edge of the marked mound without image and smoked. Dufo asked, "in fact, wouldn''t it be better for me to kill him directly in nano lindes? You came back so far just because you want to see him?"


    Like the little gangsters on the streets of tenell, Dooling took the cigarette out of his mouth with his thumb and middle finger. He took a puff of smoke, shook his head and said: "You don''t understand. Igor died on the side of nano lindes. It''s a lot of trouble. Someone in the new party is staring at me. They came to Otis this time. If this guy died there, it may become some reasons for others to doubt me at any time."


    "The political party is actually the same as all organizations. Dufo, if we find that a fellow in the association may have done something detrimental to our interests, what would you do?" asked Dooling.


    Dufo shrugged his shoulders and replied without even thinking, "grab him and pry open his mouth..."


    "Look, that''s the problem. You can do it if you doubt, and the same is true for the Ministry of the interior. They only need to doubt and can investigate me, so Igor can''t die. He has to live!"


    Dufo didn''t understand what durin meant. If Igor had to live, why did he kill this guy?


    When he thought of what he couldn''t figure out, dufo was soon relieved. After all, the gods didn''t give him a brain as smart as Du Lin. since he couldn''t figure it out, he didn''t think about it. Du Lin can figure it out.


    After they finished smoking, they threw their cigarette butts aside and left in the car.


    At the same time, in the second prison of DIDU, ANP was dragged into the interrogation room with a sallow complexion. His legs were "dropped" He was very bad. He suspected that he might die here soon, but he firmly believed that his death was not meaningless, because time would eventually give him the most fair judgment.


    When he was panting in his chair, the sound of walking in high heels poured into his ears. He tilted his head slightly and saw a woman with a beret come in. The woman was ugly, half of her face was scarred with terror, wearing an eye mask, and maybe she was blind in one eye. The rest of her face was very beautiful. She must have had it before she was disfigured Many people pursue.