Morris is a stubborn gang member. He has been in jail since he was fourteen years old. In the past twenty years, he has been in prison three times. The first two were for being fierce and to climb up, he was imprisoned for two and three years for the crime of injury. The third time, some problems occurred within the gang. When dealing with traitors, he was accidentally witnessed by ordinary citizens and called the police. He was imprisoned for six years for the boss of the gang. It can be said that since he joined the gang, he has spent almost half of his time in prison.

This allowed him to accumulate very old qualifications and also established his position in the gang, especially when he helped the boss to take the blame. At that time, four people died. According to the imperial law, Morris should have been sentenced to hang and clear the canon. However, at that time, it was just the stage when the war was about to break out. The whole society was paying attention to the war, rather than the internal strife of gang members in a certain country city, and how many people died.

Whether it was to protect his subordinates or to be moved by Morris for his replacement, he had to do what the boss should do. He spent about 20,000 yuan to bribe the judge of the Trnele City Court, bribe the prosecutor, and bribe the state prosecutor. In the end, Morris was sentenced to "self-defense" and "manslaughter". With the lawyer's clever tongue and the Jin-yuan offensive, Morris was sentenced to ten years in prison.

On the last day of his sixth year in prison, he was allowed to be released on bail.

After leaving the prison, the boss decided to arrange a good job for him, that is, to raise funds for the gang. Such a job is called a fisherman in the gang, and Morris is also very grateful for this. Before he came out, he thought he should have been given up by the gang. After he came out, he gave him three to five thousand yuan and wanted to find a place to fend for himself. Unexpectedly, the boss still remembered him, not only took him out in advance, but also gave him a good job.

Morris's ambition was exhausted in prison for eleven years, and he was already very satisfied with being able to obtain such a retirement job.

It is precisely because of this job to support himself, he shifted his hobbies from gaining higher status and power to how to satisfy himself and be happy.

I have to mention here that the reason why Morris joined the gang at the age of fourteen was that he recklessly fell in love with a girl and was severely humiliated. The girl came from a big city, had a good family background, and received a good education. The reason why she came to Tyneer was because she didn't know where to go during the summer, so she came to Tyneer with her classmates.

When the girl raised her head arrogantly and looked at Morris' slightly dirty clothes and dusty cheeks with contempt, and then laughed at him in an indifferent tone, Morris felt that he should change something, instead of timidly retreating backwards under the girl's aggressive eyes.

He told himself that he was not wrong, he just likes beauty, and it is not wrong to like it.

That's why Morris is today. He likes to conquer those girls who seem educated in his own way and fill the shadows left in his heart when he was a teenager.

He is also very rational because he never touches people who seem rich, because he knows that he can't afford to offend rich people.

At this time, he slowly raised his hands and his eyes were rolling around, trying to find some reflective things from the walls of the surrounding rooms and see who was behind them. While looking for opportunities, he slowed down his tone. This was not the first time he had experienced such a situation. A few years ago, when he was drunk and walked home alone, such a thing happened in an alley. And being able to stand here today means that nothing happened to him at that time.

"This friend, if I have offended you inadvertently, I apologize to you for my fault. If you just want to improve your life, there are my clothes on the hanger, and there are almost a hundred pieces in it, you can take them all..." He said slowly and wanted to turn around. At this moment, a buzzing wind sounded and a blunt weapon hit his head hard.

The back of the human brain is very fragile, not as hard as the forebrain. After being hit, Morris suddenly felt two heat flows drilling out of the nose. And he himself was beaten forward, bent down and lowered his head, and half-squatted on the ground. He touched his nose and looked in front of him. It was not blood, but a transparent liquid. He felt a little confused. In fact, he didn't know that bleeding from nose is much better than flowing such transparent liquid.

Because, that thing is called cerebrospinal fluid.

After a brief nervousness passed, a burst of severe pain came from the back of his head, and his brain swelled and thrust. As soon as he was about to stand up, a huge force kicked his butt and knocked him to the ground.

It was not comfortable to fall, especially at this time Morris was still naked. His skin that had just taken a shower was like the most effective brake pad, rubbing and making a squeaking sound. A heavy footstep sound came from behind him, and then a dirty boot that he hadn't even bothered to look at before was stomped on the back of his hand. He was about to shout out, and he saw a black shadow from the corner of his eyes, and then his entire head was kicked and thrown.

When his consciousness was already blurred, someone turned him over, and his eyes suddenly widened. On the sofa not far away in front of him, there was a boy sitting. Three days ago, he had seen this boy. In the bar called Jin Crystal, he still remembered how he refused the kindness of the party and forced the other party to the Jedi.

Now, the situation is reversed.

Maybe Morris felt that he was a gang member after all, and there was also a big boss taking care of him. He had some fame in Trère City. His previous weakness suddenly became strong. While he was sucking the cold air, he shouted: "Are you crazy? Are you crazy for more than a thousand dollars?"

"Crazy?" Dulin shrugged, "Maybe. When someone blocked my wealth, I was already crazy. I wonder if you have ever heard a Guarte proverb - when you cut off someone else's way of getting money, it's like you killed his parents with your own hands."

Graff, who was stepping on Morris's palm, forgot Dulin in shock, and then recalled it with his muscle-filled head. It seemed that he had indeed heard this sentence, but he just couldn't remember it for a while.

After hearing this, Morris laughed angry, "Is land worth more than a thousand yuan also a way to wealth?"

Dulin shook his head, "It's a hundred thousand yuan!" Just when Morris was shocked, Dulin stood up from the sofa, walked to Morris, and patted Morris' carefully maintained face, "Goodbye!"

The moment he finished speaking, he picked up the empty wine bottle beside the table and slammed it hard on Morris' head. There was a dull sound, just like the sound of a bowstring being pulled, the wine bottle was broken, and then Dulin took the pointed end and stabbed it into Morris' neck.

The blood did not splash out like in the film and television works he had seen in his dreams. There was no bleeding at the beginning. When he pulled out the bottle of wine, Morris began to twist his body wildly. Perhaps it was precisely because of his violent movement that the blood in the wound began to surge out quickly, like a half-opening faucet, squeezing out rhythmically.

If the broken wine bottle is a weapon, then Morris's heart is an accomplice. After all, the blood is squeezed out from his heart, not anyone else.

After only less than a minute, his movements became weak and finally raised his hand to grab something, and the movements came to an abrupt end.

Dulin put down the wine bottle, and then another person came in from the entrance, Kevin.

There was nothing wrong with his face. For lawyers, murder is their favorite case, because in order to survive, the murderer will not be stingy with his money, Kevin, who has read many files, has long lost his initial feeling about the corpse and so on.

Dulin stood up and pouted, "Are you going to come or I?"

Kevin looked at the girl who was still unconscious in the bedroom and thought for a while, "You'd better come on!"

Things are that simple. In this era where there is no way to extract and detect DNA, it is perhaps the favorite era of all perverts and murderers, because they do not need to consider whether they will leave any evidence. As long as it is invisible to the naked eye, it does not exist.

More than ten minutes later, Dulin came out of the room and left with Graff and Kevin.
Chapter completed!