I wonder if anyone has asked you how much benefit you are willing to take risks? Do things that you know are dangerous but violate morality and law.

No one has ever asked Graff like this, it doesn't matter, because he has made a decision in his heart. He knows how to choose from the embarrassing life of the past and the happiness that has been held in his hands.

When a person has nothing, he doesn't care about loss and gain, but when a person who doesn't have it, what he fears most is loss.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his eyes that were always a little unbright flashed with cold light in the darkness. He raised his hand and pressed the policeman holding the carriage.

The policeman who had already stepped on his feet and stepped into the carriage stopped and looked at him with an indescribable contempt in his eyes, "What?"

Graf took out a roll of money from his pocket, which was the pocket money Dulin gave him as a small compensation for the temporary requisition of the first profit. Graf had no complaints about this, because he knew that without Dulin, he could not play anything. Besides, this was not a small number, a total of one hundred yuan. Apart from eating, drinking and looking for women, there were about seventy yuan left.

For ordinary people in this era, this is almost the same as the money that can be saved by saving frugality in a year. He took out this roll of money, ordered a few pieces and suddenly stopped ordering it, stuffed it directly into the policeman's pocket, and patted it gently, helping the policeman to sort out the wrinkles on his pocket...

"It's so late, and the policeman still has to patrol. I have to work so hard and have not eaten yet, right? Why not eat something in the restaurant in front to eat to warm up?" Graff's tone was discussed and pleased, but his eyes were indifferent to what he said.

From Dulin's perspective, Graff is a bit stupid and a little stupid, but this does not mean Graff has no social experience.

What is society?

Society is a giant that is so strong that it is inappropriate that it keeps slapping on everyone's face. When the slap of society hits everyone's face, it feels pain, and the pain is social experience. Everyone is growing up in constant slapping, gaining enough social experience, so that they can try their best to hide when society raises their hands.

Graff has social experience, so he handled this unexpected thing according to his own understanding, and he felt that doing so would be useful.

The greed in the policeman's eyes under the dim street light was brighter than that in the street light. He knew very well that he also saw that Graff had at least fifty dollars in his hand when he counted money. This was a judgment made by his experience, and that roll of money was at least fifty dollars. But this fifty dollars did not satisfy his greed. Graff gave him fifty dollars, and he realized that the benefits that the things on these carriages could bring to this big guy were definitely more than fifty dollars.

Maybe it's a few hundred yuan, maybe it's a few thousand yuan or even more. As a policeman, he knows almost everything about the gray business in Trère. He can almost tell which tycoon starts with what kind of business or what unclean business is under the boss. It is precisely because of this that he has taken action against these carriages, because he doesn't know these people, and they are all new faces.

Don’t underestimate the power of rules. Whether it is gangs or police, they are following rules that ordinary people cannot see. Every force uses every method to obtain benefits, and there is a fixed procedure. But this time this time is absolutely abnormal. No one informed him that someone would deliver goods on this road at night, so he thinks this is an opportunity. He is a policeman. Isn’t it what he should do to maintain justice and stop crime?

After completely entering the carriage, he could smell a faint smell of wine at the tip of his nose, and the ecstasy on the policeman's face almost flashed. Just as he knew the city very well, he also understood the huge profits of private wine. It didn't take much, as long as the carriage belonged to him, he would have no problem leaving the city immediately.

Of course, to be on the safe side, he decided to pry open a box. After all, in addition to private wine, there are also low-grade fruit wine.

As the baton was squeezed and pried, the wooden rack made an unpleasant twist. His hands almost trembled and took out a bottle of wine, then unscrewed the lid, took a sip, and his whole face turned red in an instant.

Just when the policeman decided to eat the goods, Graf also made a decision, a very difficult decision. Because the carriages stopped, the little guys behind leaned over. Graf raised his head and looked at the other policeman who was smoking a cigarette in the carriage driver's position. The teenagers nodded immediately.

Next, Graff pulled out the dagger from behind his waist and stepped onto the carriage.

From the time Morris was killed, he realized that he might have embarked on another path and that one day he would have to face such a choice.

But he doesn't regret it.

The carriage shook a few times as Graff got on board, and the ecstatic policeman turned around and was about to intimidate the big man in the face and swallowed the goods. The next second, before he could say it, a sharp dagger penetrated his eyes and stirred up.

Graff quickly took a step forward, hugged the limp policeman, and quietly put him aside.

Outside the car, the policeman holding the brake handle of the carriage was holding a cigarette, looking at the exquisite goods in the street cabinets, not knowing what he was thinking. After taking the last bite, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground, looked down, stepped on it, and crushed it. When he looked up again, he found that six or a half-year-old boys were already surrounded by him. The boys looked a little creepy and their eyes were fierce, just like the dogs he greeted him at home every night, and their eyes were green.

He had already realized something was wrong, and when he immediately went to take out the pistol on the belt, the teenagers suddenly squeezed over. They were crowded tightly together, and the smoking policeman reached out to touch the belt and became slower. His eyes slowly looked down from the face of a teenager with a ferocious face in front of him, looking down at his waist and abdomen.

All three daggers were inserted, and there were no blades. Among them, two of them were twisting wildly. He did not feel much pain at this time. When his body was suddenly injured, there would be an overreaction, a brief transmission of pain. The fear in his eyes dispelled the previously unspeakable thing. When he opened his mouth and wanted to shout, a boy immediately covered his mouth, while the other boy twitched the knife and inserted it into his throat.

In less than ten seconds, the policeman entered the carriage with the support of two or three teenagers.

Graff's eyes were filled with excitement. He pulled the dagger out of the policeman's socket, wiped it on his clean police uniform, and then took out the money from his pocket. He spat and then inserted the dagger back into the sheath.

The curtain of the car was lifted open at this time. He glanced at it and immediately went up to drag another "sleeping" policeman up, and the carriage slowly drove again.

In addition to some less obvious blood stains on the ground, even if there are witnesses, they may not dare to say anything or do anything.

This group of people dares to kill even the police. Don’t they dare to kill an ordinary person?

Under the dim street lights, three carriages gradually disappeared into the night behind the intersection, as if they had never stopped here.

After a while, a terrified passerby poked his head out of the dark alley and looked at the place where the carriage disappeared, and shivered.

He was just an ordinary homeless man and he didn't want to cause trouble, so he decided to leave here.

Just as he was leaving quickly in the opposite direction, he accidentally bumped into a passerby because of fear and panic.

At this time, there were not many pedestrians on the road in Trère City, not to mention that this is not a prosperous section. Every day after 8 o'clock, there were almost only a handful of pedestrians on the road.

While apologizing, he looked up and his heart trembled. Another group of half-large young people were there.

The young man in the lead was wearing a baseball cap and a windbreaker. The open windbreaker was a plaid cardigan.

"Be careful when walking!" The young man said to him, and he nodded repeatedly. The young man seemed to have thought of something. He took out a one-dollar bill from his pocket and stuffed it into his top pocket. "The weather is getting colder, go buy some winter clothes!"
Chapter completed!