When Mayor Peter heard the name "Durin", he suddenly remembered the young man, the young man who spared no expense to support him at the charity party, the young man who was thrown into prison by him as a pawn to test others, the young man who, in his opinion, had to leave his hometown and leave Trenel to develop outside.

He thought of many things, and the moment the gunshots sounded in his ears, it seemed as if the whole world had quieted down. He watched the bullet tear apart the air and shot it at him resolutely. His brain told his body that he had to dodge, because the target of the bullet was his chest. Even if he was not taken away by a bullet, it would be difficult for him to continue to be an official in the future.

But his body didn't seem to listen to him too much, and he had no reaction at all, and his eyebrows were about to stand up.

The next moment, he looked dejectedly at the clothes on his chest before they could wrap around the bullet, and the bullet penetrated a hole. He thought the blood in his body would spew out immediately, but the fact was not the case. The blood-red hole did not spew out blood immediately, and even the blood did not flow out.

The next second, his body could move, but the strength in his body was quickly leaving him. He could not continue to support his body and continue to stand. A huge force pushed him back and collapsed to the ground because of fear that he would breathe lightly and rapidly. He should actually thank the young man in front of him, because he was using a pistol, not a knife. If it was a knife, he would die in great pain. The air would enter the body to prevent the lungs from expanding. If he did not die due to excessive blood loss, he would also die of suffocation.

It was a more painful way to die, at least more painful than he is now.

The man walked under the neon light, and his face could be seen in the faint light. Mayor Peter thought of this person in a trance. He was the guy who had been following Du Lin. It was indeed this group of people!

The Buddha stood expressionlessly, with a cold look in his eyes as if he was looking at an animal about to be slaughtered. He shook his head, "You shouldn't be so polite to Vivian."

If there is something more unacceptable than being assassinated, then it may be Peter's current situation. The assassin not only wants to take his life, but also gives him a shame that cannot be erased, a shame that no man can bear.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Dufo's trouser legs. Police whistles were already sounding on the street outside. The police officers patrolling at night had begun to gather their companions and rushed over here. If they ignore their hesitant speed, they might have some effect.

Just as Peter's fingertips were about to touch Dufo's legs, just as his face turned red and wanted to do something, Dufo raised his foot and stepped on Mayor Peter's hand hard. He took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and pulled out a dot. The flames briefly illuminated his face, and after that moment, it was covered by darkness again.

"It's getting late, Mr. Peter, goodbye!"

Three police cars rushed to the intersection frantically. In the telephone booth on the side of the road, the mayor's housekeeper had just come out. He glanced at the three police cars that had turned the corner and smashed a garbage can, and quietly got into the car. When the gunshots sounded, he knew something was wrong. Whether it was done by Mr. Congressman or the Governor General who didn't know when he would go to see God, he would not give Peter any chance.

Instead of accompanying Peter to leave this colorful world, it is better to retreat at this time. The value of loyalty does not lie in blindly dying, but in living, he told himself this.

He glanced at the blue light reflected by the police lights for the last time, turned the front of the car and drove towards the mayor's villa. He needed to bring some things and leave here.

Just as the three policemen were about to approach the alley where Dufo was located, there was a loud bang like thunder. The front of the first police car suddenly pressed down and then jumped up. Rolling and sliding towards the roadside. 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 was no doubt that the other party had heavy firepower weapons, otherwise it would be impossible to jump up a car.

But the gunshot seemed to have disappeared and never sounded again. A police officer tried to get close to the alley, and another loud noise was heard. The gravel ejected from the broken walls cut a few blood marks on the young police officer's face. The courage he mustered disappeared in an instant and he retracted obediently back to the back of the car.

After about two minutes, the police station reinforcements arrived, and the loud noise seemed to have truly disappeared. When the police station chief stood at the entrance of the alley with a pale face in his uniform, he seemed to be able to use a card to scrape a layer of water on his face.

He knew the guy on the ground who had a gun hole on his forehead, and that was the real master of the city.

Everyone realized the seriousness of this issue, and Tynell was about to make a comeback.

Dufo entered the bar through the back door of the bar. His pistol had been disposed of by him and threw it into the trash can near the aisle at the bar. He walked to the bar counter and ordered a glass of wine, drinking while watching the performances of the women who were prone to sweat.

In just three minutes, all the lights in the bar turned on at the same time, and the noisy music came to an abrupt end. A large number of policemen rushed in from the door. Some women screamed and wrapped their clothes tightly around their chests. Some men also zipped up the pants they forgot to pull when they went out, and smeared the sticky sweat on their hands on something nearby.

"Police inspectors! Everyone is standing there and not moving, so let the person in charge of the bar come over." The police chief has put on his clothes. If someone pays attention, he may find that this guy is wearing pajamas and slippers on his feet.

He was sleeping when he was disturbed. If someone hadn't called to tell him that Mayor Peter had been attacked, he wouldn't have become so busy that he would have left the house without even tidying up his instrument.

The bar owner arrived ten minutes later. When he wanted to say something to the bartender at the bartender, 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 held a pistol in his hand and looked at the bar owner with a bad look. As the bottom-level policeman in the police station, he was actually not as comfortable and so powerful as people imagined.

The rich people cannot touch those gang members with great power behind them. Even those skilled women with superiors and foundations cannot touch them. They seem to be able to deal with those gangsters who are not as powerful as those gangsters who do not even have power. Suddenly, with such an opportunity, the police officer felt unprecedented excitement.

The bar owner laughed dryly, took out a box of cigarettes and stuffed them into the little policeman's hand. He blocked the other people's vision and would not make the little policeman feel embarrassed or embarrassed, "Can you tell me what happened?"

The little policeman put the cigarette in his pocket calmly and said softly, "Mayor Peter is dead."

The owner of the bar was stunned and immediately realized that it was the police chief who was transferring the responsibility. As long as he could be sure that the murderer was in this bar, or that the murderer had appeared in this bar, then he and his bar would become the fire in the night and become the most suitable scapegoat. Not only could his bar not be able to keep running, he might also be implicated by other people.

He immediately walked towards the director, but the director didn't want to see him now. When he saw him, things would become more troublesome. Instead, he could remove himself from the meeting. Why do you have to talk to this guy?

A member of a new party can be imprisoned in the city of Trère surrounded by the old party and fights wits and courage with those old parties for more than a year, so he is destined to be an ordinary character.

Every customer must register his identity and also undergo a body search. Dufo easily lined up and walked to the door of the bar to be inspected by the police. Every pocket and every part of his body was touched more than once. After confirming that he was harmless, he was allowed to register his personal information and allowed him to leave. Just less than a minute after Dufo left, someone suddenly screamed.

"Mr. Police, someone here threw a dagger!"

The woman's scream immediately attracted several policemen to surround him. A young man stood against the wall with his hands pale face, and his legs began to tremble. He was one of the young men who had just snatched two hundred yuan from Peter. He didn't know what was going on, but he just didn't want to cause trouble.

When the police poured out all the garbage in the trash can, they saw a pistol and immediately pointed all the guns at the young man.

At this time, Dufo had already gotten in the car. Jina grinned and started the car and drove out of the city, "Is it going well?"

Dufo nodded, "What the hell is in your box? Is the machine cannon?"

He just heard the two gunshots, and when he walked out of the bar door, he also saw cracks on the walls. It was definitely not something that ordinary rifles could cause. As young people living in the Guarte neighborhood, they were exposed to veterans who had the will to come back from the battlefield since childhood. Listening to them to tell stories may be one of the few fun for children. In the indoctrination of these stories, most children's understanding of weapons and the lethality of weapons far exceeds people's estimates.

Kina was still a honest look, and he scratched his head, "This is the secret, you can think that the thing inside is a fishing rod!"

Dufo hammered his shoulder, "I really want to beat you up!"
Chapter completed!