When mayor Peter heard the name "Turin", he suddenly thought of the young man, the young man who did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to support him at the charity party, the young man who was thrown into prison as a chess piece to test others, and the young man who, in his opinion, might have been forced by him to leave his hometown and leave tenell to develop outside.
He thought of many things. The moment the gunshot sounded in his ear, it seemed that the whole world was quiet. He watched the bullet tear open with a cyclone, and the air shot at him decisively. His brain told his body that he must escape, because the target of the bullet was his chest. Even if he was not taken away by a bullet, it would be difficult to continue to be an official in the future.
But the body didn''t seem to listen to him too much. Without the slightest reaction, his eyebrows were about to stand up.
The next moment, he looked at the clothes on his chest and was pierced by the bullet before it could wrap around the bullet. He thought his blood would gush out immediately, but that was not the case. The little blood red hole didn''t immediately spray blood out, and even blood didn''t flow out.
The next second, his body moved, but the strength in his body was rapidly leaving him. He could not continue to support his body and continue to stand. A huge force pushed him to the rear and paralyzed him to the ground, because he was afraid of shortness of breath and shortness of breath. In fact, he should thank the young man in front of him, because he used a pistol, not a knife. If it was a knife, he would die in pain. Air will enter the body to prevent lung expansion. If he doesn''t die of excessive blood loss, he will also die of suffocation.
It was a more painful way to die, at least much more painful than he is now.
The man came under the neon light, and his face could be seen in the weak light. Mayor Peter thought of this man in a trance. He was the guy who had been following Turin. It was really this group of people!
Dufo stood expressionless. His indifferent eyes were like looking at an animal about to be slaughtered. He shook his head, "you shouldn''t do that to Vivian."
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 an indelible disgrace, a disgrace that all men can''t bear.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed dufo''s trouser leg. A police whistle had sounded in the street outside. The police patrolling at night had begun to gather their companions and rushed here. If we ignore their hesitation speed, maybe they can play a role.
Just as Peter''s fingertips were about to touch Dover''s trouser legs, when his face was red and wanted to do something, Dover raised his feet and stepped on mayor Peter''s hand. He took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and pulled out a fulcrum. The fire briefly lit up his face. After that moment, it was covered by darkness.
"It''s getting late, Mr. Peter. Bye!"
Three police cars madly rushed to the intersection. In the roadside telephone booth, the housekeeper of the mayor just came out. He glanced at the three police cars that turned the corner and damaged a dustbin, and silently got into the car. When the gun rang, he knew that something had happened. Whether it was done by the congressman or the governor who did not know when he would go to see God, Peter would not be given any chance.
It''s better to retreat at this time than leave this colorful world with Peter. The value of loyalty is not to die blindly, but to live, he told himself.
He looked at the blue light reflected by the police light for the last time, turned the car directly and drove towards the mayor''s villa. He needed to take some things and leave here.
Just as the three policemen were about to approach the alley where dufo was located, suddenly there was a loud noise like thunder. The front of the first police car pressed down fiercely and jumped up. Rolled and slid to the side of the road. The two police cars behind chose to brake at the same time. The police ran out of the police car and relied on the police car as an obstacle to observe the dark alleys around. There is no doubt that the other party has heavy firepower weapons, otherwise it is impossible to jump up a car.
But the gunshot seemed to disappear and never sounded again. A police officer tried to get close to the alley. There was another loud noise. The rubble ejected from the broken wall scratched several blood marks on the young police officer''s face. His courage disappeared in a moment and retreated back to the back of the car.
About two minutes later, the police reinforcements arrived, and the loud noise seemed to have really disappeared. When the chief of the police station was standing at the entrance of the alley in his police uniform, he seemed to be able to scrape a layer of water off his face with a card.
He knew the guy on the ground with a bullet hole in his forehead. He was the real master of the city.
Everyone realized the seriousness of the problem, and tenar was about to turn the world upside down.
Dufo entered the bar through the back door of the bar. His pistol had been disposed of by him and was thrown into the trash can near the doorway of the bar. He went to the bar, ordered a glass of wine, drank it and watched the performance of women who easily sweat.
In only three minutes, all the lights in the bar were turned on at the same time, and the noisy music stopped suddenly. A large number of police poured in from the door. Some women screamed and wrapped their clothes tightly around their chest, and some men zipped up their pants that they forgot to pull when they went out, And casually smeared sticky sweat on something nearby.
"Police inspection! Everyone stand still and let the head of the bar come." the police chief has put on his clothes. If someone pays attention, he may find that this guy is wearing a pair of pajamas and a pair of slippers on his feet.
He was sleeping when he was disturbed. If someone hadn''t called and told him that mayor Peter had been attacked, he couldn''t have become so hurried that he left the house without even arranging his instruments.
The owner of the bar arrived in a hurry after ten minutes. When he wanted to say something to the 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 looked at the bar owner with a pistol in his hand. As a policeman at the bottom of the police station, he is not as comfortable and swaggering as people think.
They can''t touch the rich, the gangsters with great power behind them, even the skilled women with family and foundation. It seems that they can only deal with those small gangsters who don''t form a climate and those small gangs who don''t even have power territory. Suddenly there was such an opportunity, which made the little police officer feel unprecedented excitement.
The bar owner laughed a few times, took out a box of cigarettes on his back and stuffed it into the little police officer''s hand. He blocked the sight of others and wouldn''t make the little police officer feel embarrassed or embarrassed. "Can you tell me what happened?"
The little policeman quietly put the cigarette in his pocket and whispered, "Mayor Peter is dead."
The owner of the bar immediately stood on the spot. He immediately realized that the police chief was passing on the responsibility. As long as it can be determined that the murderer is in the bar, or that the murderer has appeared in the bar, he and his bar will become the fire in the night and the most suitable scapegoat. Not only can his bar not open, but he may also be involved in other things.
He immediately went to the director, but the director didn''t want to see him now. See, things will become more troublesome. If you don''t see, you can pick yourself up. Why talk to this guy?
If a member of the new party can put his position in prison in tenell city surrounded by the old party and fight with those old parties for more than a year, he is destined to be no ordinary role.
Every customer must register his identity and be searched. Dufo easily lined up and went to the door of the bar to be checked by the police. He was touched more than once in every pocket and every place on his body. When it was confirmed 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. policeman, a man here has lost a dagger!"
The woman''s scream immediately attracted several policemen to surround him. A young man with pale face stood against the wall with his hands raised, and his legs began to tremble. He is one of the young men who just grabbed $200 from Peter. He doesn''t know what happened, but he just doesn''t want to get into trouble.
When the police poured out all the rubbish in the dustbin, they saw a pistol and immediately all the muzzle of the gun were aimed at the young man.
At this time, dufo had got into the car. Gina started the car with a grin and drove out of the city, "is it going well?"
Dufo nodded. "What''s in your box? Machine guns?"
Just now he heard the two shots and saw the cracks on the wall when he went out of the bar. It was definitely not caused by an ordinary rifle. As young people living in the guart neighborhood, they have been exposed to veterans who have the life to come back from the battlefield since childhood. Listening to their stories may be one of the few pleasures for children. In the indoctrination of these stories, most children''s understanding of weapons and their lethality far exceeds people''s expectations.
Keener still looked simple and honest. He scratched his head. "It''s a secret. You can think of it as a fishing rod!"
Dufo hammered him on the shoulder. "I really want to beat you up!"
Kina laughed softly. "You can''t beat me!"