The car washer shook his head, and as he moved, he felt his head explode!

He vaguely remembered what happened before he fell into a coma. At that time, he was dressed up and prepared to go to work. At the moment when the door was opened, two teenagers hit the head with a stick and hit him slightly in the ear. Next, there was endless darkness, and time seemed to be shortened. When he opened his eyes again, he was already here.

This was a room with broken tiles inlaid on the walls. The temperature was a little low, which made him feel cold. His clothes were stripped naked and he was tied to a table. He struggled hard for a while. The person in charge of the tie must be very dedicated, and the rope on his limbs had not even shaken. He grinned and shouted, and no one came.

I don’t know if it was because of his sanity, but he felt colder and colder. The hair on his body stood up and his body was trembling slightly because of the cold.

"Damn, who is teasing me? My boss is the mad dog Weisen, you will definitely pay the price for your actions!"

"Okay, I'm wrong. I've realized my own stupidity. Please, put some clothes on me or give me a quilt!"

...

No matter what he said, shouted, cried or roared, no one came to disturb the loneliness of the room. Just as the car washer was almost completely desperate and thought he might be frozen to death here, he heard the friction of metal, the sound of the door opening and several different footsteps. At this moment, he became much more energetic again, licked his chapped lips, trembling, and shouted weakly, "Damn it, come and save me, let me do anything, but can I not lock me up here alone?"

He tilted his head and looked in the direction of the sound. Several young men in rubber onesie walked in. Most of the time, this rubber onesie was loved by the butchers. Whether it was blood or the various organ liquids ejected when cutting the internal organs of animals, they could be washed clean with just a basin of water.

There were five young men in total, and the guy in the lead looked a little honest. He walked to the stage and looked at the car washer who could not even struggle, and asked, "Your mother is a Guarte, isn't you?"

Some people say that at a deadly moment, people can burst out unimaginable power. In fact, at this time, there is another situation that will happen, that is, people's thinking ability will be improved.

The car washer had an idea and realized that these people were Guartes. He nodded vigorously and made himself look extremely honest and reliable as much as possible. "Yes, you are right. My mother is Guartes, and I am Guartes too. Hey, man, we are all our own people. Can you give me a piece of clothing?"

The boy asked again, "Didn't your mother tell you what would happen if you betray your own people among the Guartes?"

The car washer was a little confused, and it took a while to come back to his senses, "I didn't betray anyone. I swear, I'm just a car washer, I'm a small person. Even if I want to betray anyone, I have to be qualified to meet those big people first?"

"That's right!" The boy nodded and took a two-step back. "You should listen to your mother's words more often. In Guarte's tradition, all betrayers must accept the punishment of the gods. Since you admit that you are Guarte, you must also bear the punishment you need to accept as Guarte, so that the gods and the former kings can judge whether you are guilty or not!" After he said that, he retreated to the wall and stopped talking, and the other four people surrounded him.

One of them stuffed a large piece of cloth into the car washer's mouth, and a salty smell instantly spread in his mouth. Not only that, he also felt a strange smell of stinky smell, but why is this smell so familiar?

The next second, before his brain summed up important information and conveyed it to his body, a severe pain broke his inner defense.

These people are peeling him!

"Damn it, stop...please, have you made something wrong?" The car washers cursed and wailed, but the young men seemed to have not heard it at all. The knife with silver light flashing in their hands was particularly sharp. He could see his skin separated from the fat membrane with his own eyes. What was strange was that there was not much blood coming out. He prayed that he could survive, but at the same time he prayed that he would return to God's arms as soon as possible.

In endless fear, he fainted.

When he woke up again, he was already hanging in the park not far from where he lived - on a bronze statue of a general.

In less than an hour, the sky gradually became brighter and the people who were practicing morning also walked out of their homes. This park was obviously a place suitable for morning exercise. When the first scream pierced the tranquility of the park, the police arrived soon.

Looking at the red monster who was skinned and dying and could not tell the appearance at all, Prondo's blue veins on his forehead. He just glanced for a few seconds and turned around. It was so disgusting that it made him, the old policeman, want to vomit. He waved his hand and asked two young policemen who were extremely ugly to come over, "Go and put that guy down and send him to the hospital for rescue. If he survives, ask him if he still remembers who did it."

"What if... it's not rescued?" a young police officer couldn't help asking.

This is the gap in experience, and of course it can also be regarded as accumulation of experience. Prondo rolled his eyes, "If you can't rescue it, do you still plan to bring a body back to the police station? Idiot, of course, throw it to the hospital, they will turn him into popsicles and burn it!"

After giving instructions, Prondo left the scene and got into his car. After sitting in silence for a moment, the commander driver said, "Go to the East Star, on that damn Queen's Avenue!"

There is no doubt that this was Dulin's work. No one would have used such a criminal law to treat the Guartes before his rise. Only after his rise did this damn criminal law reappear in the city. No matter who this guy betrayed, it must have something to do with Dulin.

To be honest, Plando didn't want to care about these troubles, because he knew very well that even if he knew that Dulin did it, he would not be able to arrest Dulin and imprison him. The hometown association and his Oriental Star, and even on the streets, there were many people willing to blame him. Among the Guartes in Trère City, Dulin's reputation was rising rapidly at an unimaginable speed, which was more authoritative than Heidler.

People trust him, and he also gave back the rewards of the Guartes' trust. He made many families no longer suffer from poverty, and made many people have clothes to wear and have food to eat, so that they can have a decent life. Perhaps their decency is just a whine of the poor to the truly decent gentlemen of this city, but he did it, he changed, and people trusted him.

The police car soon stopped outside the door of the Oriental Star. Dulin, who was standing on the second floor, looked at Plando getting out of the police car. He shrugged his shoulders and said to Dufo, "There's trouble."

Yes, trouble is coming.

Plando pushed the door open with a stern face and sat on the chair opposite Dulin. There was a table between the two, as if there was a world across.

"You shouldn't be so arrogant, at least at this time, you shouldn't be so arrogant!" Plando complained as soon as he spoke, "I've tried to suppress you last time and last time, but if you keep causing trouble like this, I will never be able to help you again one day. You have to understand that although I am the director of the regional police station, I can't do as many things as you imagine."

Dulin slowly took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer and threw one over. Dufo immediately took out a lighter and came to Prondo. Prondo looked at Dufo, then looked at Dulin for a while before lit the cigarette.

"Listen to me, if you still want to play lynching and go to the suburbs, there will be no one there to care about you, but it won't work in the city. I don't want to make things worse." After spitting out a sip of smoke, Plando originally wanted to scold Dulin with more severe rhetoric, but inexplicably he subconsciously chose a relatively gentle rhetoric. He didn't understand why, but he felt that he should do this.

Prondo is actually right. He could not cover all such terrifying lynchings at all. He also believed that those big men must have known these things. Once or twice, those big men could still calm down, but too many times, so someone would definitely have opinions. But at the same time, he and Du Lin knew very well that Du Lin was a member of the old party and had just left a deep impression on the parliamentarian and mayor. Even if they were a little too much, the big men would not care about him in this "honeymoon period", provided that he did his essential work well - to contribute enough money.

Dulin nodded, "I get it, I will pay attention."

Now Prondo was even more surprised. When was Dulin so easy to talk to? He didn't know what Dulin was doing, so he chose to remain silent in response to Dulin's answer, because if he didn't speak, he would at least not be taken into the trap.

"Look, people are so strange. They know that their actions will cause trouble to themselves, but in the face of interests, they always choose the most wrong choice in a shortsighted way."

"Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you to do this. Someone will surrender and confess his guilt. No one will get into trouble because of this. Believe me!"
Chapter completed!