How courage can a person have when facing death?

This requires reference to the settings of the person who faces death directly. In some religious people, death is just a new beginning, or even the starting point of happiness. For these people, death is not a fearful thing. As long as the way of death is correct, he will feel happiness and satisfaction, not fear.

But what if it is a gang member?

No faith can support the weight of the soul, and death becomes infinitely terrifying.

Faced with the feeling of the cold metal substance on his forehead, the guy's face changed for a moment, and then became calm again.

Because he didn't believe that the little guy in front of him really dared to kill him. He was the subordinate of "woodwood Wood". With Wood's prestige and status in Trnele City, he didn't do anything to attack him. So he didn't have much fear on his face, and even showed a hint of pride, "If you have the ability..."

Dulin pulled the trigger with his fingers, and the bullet in the chamber was sprayed out at a speed of 350 meters per second. The sharp warhead directly smashed the guy's skull. Under the resistance, the hollow warhead and tail began to turn outward under a huge force. When it passed through the brain tissue, it flipped over and easily penetrated from the back of the head with a sharp tear metal edge.

With a muffled sound, the guy's head suddenly spurted out blood mist with a large amount of red and white scattered things. The fishy smell suddenly filled the air, and the guy's body also leaned back with the movement of his head swinging back, then fell forward, and fell at Dulin's feet.

A hole as big as a fist was broken on the back of his head, and most of the things had been sprayed out. The thick plasma was still emitting a hint of heat in the middle of the night. The other two finally had a look of calm or rebellious expression on their faces, and they showed horror.

I'm afraid this young man is crazy, right?

We are Wood's subordinates. Aren't he afraid of Wood's report...mmp, he doesn't know our identity!

The two guys looked at their dead companions, and their expressions were as strange as they were. They really thought too much, and not everyone had to know them. Just like in the city of Tnell, almost no one knew Dulin, sometimes people could not associate fame with something specific, let alone at this time.

Du Lin looked down at the blood splashed on his pajamas, squatted down and stretched out a finger to wipe it off a little, rubbed it on the guy's shoulder, and didn't know what he said.

He soon walked to the second man and in the same way, he pushed the gun on his head, "Look, he thought I might not shoot, so I was scared by him and my hands shook. Now can you tell me who you are, why are you following my carriage, and what are you going to do?" The man was about to speak, and Dulin raised his other hand, raised his index finger and made a ban on his lips, "Shhh... think first, think clearly before answering my question, otherwise I might be so scared that my hands trembled again."

That guy actually secreted a layer of delicate sweat on his forehead in the cold autumn eyes!

Du Lin could feel his body trembling slightly. It was so strange that if he didn't see his kind dying in front of him, it would be difficult to burst into complex and intense emotions.

After waiting for about ten seconds, Dulin nodded, "Now, have you thought about it?"

"I thought about it, we are Wood's people..."

Everyone's eyes were focused on the third person, that is, the last person, and the second person, the guy who was pushed by Du Lin with a gun to his head in disbelief, turned his head and looked at his usual good companion beside him. Did he actually learn to answer questions at this time when he was deadly?

The next second, gunfire sounded, and the second guy fell to the ground with reluctance and resentment. Just like the guy before, Du Lin opened a window for his head, hoping that if he had a next life, he would become smarter.

In fact, the so-called unwillingness and resentment do not exist, because the moment the bullet penetrates his brain, his eyes began to turn around and finally turned white.

After shooting two people, Dulin put away his pistol and looked at the third person, "Congratulations, you have learned to answer questions. Can I ask your name?"

"Johnny!", the man hurriedly said, "Sir, my name is Johnny, I am..."

Dulin pointed his finger on Johnny's lips and looked at him seriously, "I ask, you answer!"

Johnny nodded repeatedly. He felt that he was going crazy. He wanted to pee at this critical moment, but he didn't dare to say it, and he couldn't help it. The damp and hot touch flowed down his thighs to his knees, and the cold wind seemed cold.

"Question 1, who is Wood?"

Johnny swallowed and replied quickly, "Wood is our boss. He has a nickname called Woodman Wood. The entire smuggling and selling of Trère's liquor is controlled by Wood and two other people, who control the entire high smuggling market of Trère."

"Very good, the answer was very detailed, I'm very satisfied. This is a reward for you. I know you need this." Dulin took out a cigarette and stuffed it into Johnny's mouth, then took out a kerosene lighter and lit it for him. "So now the second question, who made these rules of the game?"

After taking two puffs of cigarettes, Johnny's mood calmed a little, and his brain became clearer from chaos. He thought for a moment and said, "It was Ernst who proposed it. It is said that behind him were the mayor and some tycoons, Wood and Carul... that is, another guy. They didn't dare to go against Ernst, so they agreed to Ernst's request and formulated the rules of the game."

"Question 3, what do you want to do tonight?" Seeing Johnny hesitating and hesitating, Dulin reached out and patted Johnny's cheek, who was slightly dodging, "I keep my word, and look, there is no one here except you, no one will know that it was you."

Perhaps Du Lin's attitude moved him, so he said it all in detail.

Wood asked them to keep an eye on Graff, find his stronghold, and find out the staffing configuration. Wait until midnight to touch the unimportant person, grab Graff and the person who sleeps in the same room with Qian and take it back. Wood believed that the person who sleeps in the same room with Qian, even if he is not Graff's superior, he must know who is the superior. After all, there are nearly 10,000 yuan in total, and no one can hand the money over to Graff for safekeeping.

As long as you can find your previous home, the rest will be easy to deal with. Whether it is taking action by yourself or asking someone to take action, it is just a drizzle for the three private drink tycoons.

After asking all the questions he wanted to know, Dulin took out his pistol and took Johnny's life with one shot.

As if to explain why he broke his promise, Dulin also added, "I didn't allow you to answer quickly!"

He threw the pistol to Dufo. He believed that Dufo could manage this thing well, at least he could know more wisely than Graf. He took out his handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood stains on his fingers, and pointed at the three corpses on the ground casually, "pulled off their clothes and burned them, and sent them with the two policemen to the open space behind to bury them. The police's clothes were also taken off, and they were packaged and hidden, and they might be able to use them in the future."

"Let's rest after doing this. They won't come back tonight." After saying this, Du Lin shook his clothes and returned to the house, shaking his head as he walked.

This guy named Wood looks really ugly, but at this point, both Dulin and Wood have no room to ease.

Disputes between gangs and forces are not as easy to resolve as commercial and politically. Commercial disputes are nothing more than the distribution of interests. Anyone who gives in can get a perfect resolution. Political disputes are just an asymmetry in transactions. If you have more or less chips, you will have nothing to do if you compromise a little.

However, there are different disputes between gangs and forces. Here we focus on survival of things and the law of the jungle.

Each gang has its own territory and scope, like a lion. And those small gangs, small forces, such as newcomers like Dulin, are like a jackal.

Lions are not afraid of jackals. When the lion roars with its roar, jackals will choose to leave because they know that they are not the opponent of a majestic lion. But if the lion is provoked by the jackal and does not make enough counterattack, other jackals hiding in the dark will flock to them. They understand that the lion in front of them is old, injured, or because of something else. In short, it reveals a weak and weak side, which will make the jackals ecstatic. They will pounce on them without hesitation and tear the lunatic lion into pieces.

The same is true for gangs.

This happened today, and Wood lost three people. If Wood did not make any statement and remained silent, even if Dulin didn't do anything, others would test him to see if he was really "coward". As long as this test can achieve the same result, those people in the city who looked glamorous will take the lead and tear Wood into pieces and swallow it.

So no matter what, neither side has any room for relief.

In order to ensure his status and safety, Wood must prove to the surrounding lions that he is still in his prime and can still tear down any opponent that provokes him.

Du Lin must face Wood directly for his survival problems, otherwise not only Wood will attack him, but some other people who have seen the smell of blood will also attack him. Use his life to please a lion who is still in its peak period.

Immortal...
Chapter completed!