Maybe he had drunk a little wine or maybe he was called by Prondo for a few words, and gradually Suen became awake. He shook the cup with only ice cubes left, placed it casually on Prondo's desk, and then walked to the window. Prondo immediately took the cup with water droplets on the outside wall from his beloved desk, and wiped the shallow water stains on the table with a handkerchief.

He had no choice but to do anything about the guy Xiuen. He was a little awe since the beginning - after all, Xiuen came from the Imperial Police Investigation Bureau, and for Prondo, who has been living in Trenel City, he was definitely a big shot that he could not provoke. He has been numb until now and has not taken much time. Sometimes Prondo is also wondering how Xiuen became an agent, and he does not have the appearance or awareness of an agent at all.

He was like a scumbag all day long and never cared about the cases in this city. Even the telegrams sent from the capital were often thrown directly into the garbage can by this guy. He seemed to be completely desperate and began to indulge himself. He ignored the police station's unified "collection of black money" behavior, and even took the initiative to ask Prondo for a copy.

His statement was very simple. He was also a member of the Trenell City Police Station. Of course, he should get the extra "subsidy" every month, and he still got the kind of fifty yuan.

How can such a person be so awe-inspiring even if he has extraordinary power?

It’s true that boring him!

Xiuen, who was blowing the cool breeze, snapped his fingers, turned around and sat on the windowsill, "I remembered, Jim, Wood, right?" Plando nodded weakly, and Xiuen's face suddenly showed a bright smile, "I just said I've heard of this name, why? He's dead? Who's the move?"

Prondo looked at Souen with his eyelids drooping. Souen might have realized something, laughed a few times, patted Prondo on the shoulder, with no expression of shame on his face, "I forgot, you asked me." He shrugged, "Actually, I want me to say that no one else will do this except Graff's group of people. Do you know that Wood captured Graff's mother and his brother?"

Plando really doesn't know about this. On the one hand, he doesn't have much contact with the gang and doesn't like to contact gang members. If someone sees it and stabs it out, he will really lose his hat. Secondly, the gang members are unwilling to be involved with him. For gang members, even if one arm is cut off by the enemy, they will endure it and then look for a chance to revenge. They will not call the police at all, and it is even more impossible to use the power of the police to seek justice by themselves.

If a dispute arises between gangs, it must be settled by the rules between gangs. Anyone who dares to use the power of the police will be despised, rejected, or even lynched by all gang members, just like Jim's wife.

So Plando had no idea that Wood had actually captured Graff's mother and younger brother. No wonder there was such a decisive and ruthless revenge killing.

At this moment, Plando had defined these two murders as vendettas. Of course, he also understood that no matter how he identified it, it could not change the fact that the war broke out. He frowned slightly and asked, "Is there any way to ease it, such as finding an intermediary, pulling the bosses on both sides, sitting down and having a good talk, and avoiding the outbreak of the war?"

Xiuen glanced at Prondo with contempt. His movement, that look, and that smell were like a gang member hanging out on the street. "Are you kidding? Wood has two confidants. Do you think Wood will agree to your request? Besides, if Graff and his boss Dulin dare to do this, they will definitely not stop. This war must be completely collapsed before it can be ended."

"Please forgive my rudeness. This is no longer something you can obstruct or interfere. You don't have this... ability yet!" In fact, what Xiuen wants to say is qualifications. Plando is indeed very amazing. He is the director of the police station in Trère City, responsible for the security work of the entire city.

But so what? He is not an iron robot or a war machine. He is just a chubby human, no different from the gangsters on the roadside. He will also be careless, and he will often spend it in carelessness. He will be injured by a knife and die with a bullet. He is no different from Jim who died today. He is even a little more vulnerable than those people because he does not have the vigilance and caution of those people.

Of course, when people are willing to abide by the gameplay in the rules, Plando, the police chief, can indeed be said to be the biggest piece. Everyone should try their best to respect and obey the rules he set. But once someone breaks out of the rules and does not abide by the rules of the game, what is Plando?

It’s nothing more than a staff member of an imperial state organ, who can be assassinated and shut up!

So in Xiuen's opinion, Plando is nothing, far from being as good as those gang members who dare to kill as long as they are sure of it.

Xiu'en's attention was on Prondo himself, but Prondo's attention was on the inconspicuous name of what Xiu'en just said - Graf, and Dulin!

"You said... is Dulin?" He didn't believe it until this moment, "You mean the one who started a war with Wood this time was a man named Dulin?"

Xiuen nodded in confusion, "Yes, Dulin, now the whole city of Tnell knows this guy. He is young, ruthless and very experienced. The most important thing is that they are not afraid of killing. At that time, there were three people sent by Wood to find out and collect information. Everyone thought it was Dulin, but there was no evidence. This guy is quite interesting. I really want to know him. It is said that he is only sixteen years old. Tsk tsk. The young people now are really amazing, but I was not bad back then..."

Sixteen years old!

young people!

Plando's heartbeat inexplicably accelerated the rest. He touched the key of the Imperial Central Bank safe on his chest, and suddenly felt so heavy. He thought for a moment, regardless of whether Xiuen was remembering his lost youth, he drove to the Imperial Central Bank and found the safe corresponding to the key.

Ten stacks of old banknotes were placed in the safe, saying that these banknotes were old, but they were not very old. They were all used by non-connected numbers. It was difficult to recover these banknotes. Even the Imperial Police Investigation Bureau could not catch any clues, which was also the type of bribers who liked the most.

If it were put in the past, Plando might have been very happy. After all, 10,000 yuan was the largest "donation" he had ever received, but he couldn't laugh at this moment.

Because the person who gave him money was called Dulin!
Chapter completed!