Mr. Tux, who was pressed by a gun, directly pushed away the pistol against his chin in Ampu's surprised gaze. He sorted out his clothes and walked calmly to the sofa he had just made and sat back. Ms. Sophia's entourage also made a cup of coffee for him. He picked it up and took a sip, and then looked at Ampu with a smile.

Amp's expression was first shocked. He did not expect that Mr. Tux had such great courage to push away the gun that an executioner was pressing against his chin. Then his expression became suspicious. He watched Mr. Tux walk naturally and calmly to the sofa. Even when he walked past Sophia, no one was wary of him. Finally, Amp showed a thoughtful look until Sophia's entourage gave Mr. Tux a cup of coffee.

At this time, the expression on Amp's face had become a little ferocious, but it quickly calmed down. He sighed heavily, "You must not be Mr. Tuckers himself?"

"Tax" pursed his lips, holding a handkerchief and dipped the water stains on the corner of his mouth. He showed a very regretful but a little mocking, "Mr. Tuckers may be playing hide-and-seek with those fish at the bottom of the sea. I am indeed not Mr. Tuckers. I am a backup plan arranged by Mr. Dulin. People often call me the operator No. 2. I have confessed my identity. So, Mr. Lapuan, should you confess your identity too?"

"We are good friends. Although I'm not sure what your real name is, the name Lapuan is definitely fake."

Mr. Tuckers..., no, to be precise, Mr. Operator No. 2 was a wire and a backhand buried by Dulin. He moved from the Trneer area to Ilian and jointly opened a jewelry store with the real Mr. Tuckers, which was used to secretly melt the bricks he stolen from the Imperial Bank and make jewelry for sale to all locals and outsiders. Through this method and channels, he successfully avoided some suggestions from Amp to the Imperial Bank. There was no bricks or anything else in the underground money laundering channels and stolen sales channels, and also avoided the biggest danger when Dulin started his family.

This method of selling stolen goods is very special. The speed of making money is a little slower, but it is safer and makes more money. This method does not require the sales fee of up to 50% of the underground stolen goods sales channels, nor does it require consideration that someone will go into a jewelry store to check whether these gold products belong to the robbed batch. Thirty million gold can be sold at a high price of nearly 45 million yuan. Du Lin applauded his imagination.

However, after a period of operation, he discovered a big problem, that is, Mr. Tux's problem. According to the agreement between Dulin and Mr. Tux, Mr. Tux had little equity and had no right to interfere in the operation. But when everyone had a little money, about one million, Mr. Tux believed that the jewelry store should be made into a brand, not only to expand its business scope, but also to independently establish a craftsman studio to serve the high-ranking officials and nobles.

From a normal business perspective, Mr. Tux, a goldsmith, is very business-minded and uses brand effect to promote luxury brand classification, but this is contrary to Dulin's original intention. The batch of gold in his hand is shameless. Once the jewelry store grows larger and there are more branches, those peers will come to cause trouble, which can easily destroy his temporarily low-key plan. Then the two quarreled, and Mr. Tux may have discovered something, and threatened him with Dulin's gold coming from wrong, asking Dulin to pay him a lot of money to start a business by himself and restore the glory of the family.

So Mr. Tux went to the sea to catch fish.

At this time, Dulin also realized that he might have left a flaw. Mr. Turks could see that there was a problem with his gold origin, so others could naturally see it. So he quickly recruited four non-existent shareholders in the name of himself and Mr. Turks to confuse the situation. At the same time, he also sent an accountant to catch fish with Mr. Turks. Then he found a qualified accountant from the Guartes and modified all the books.

In order to avoid someone catching this loophole in the future, Dulin found a person who looked like Mr. Tux, gave him a brand new identity, and arranged for him to live in the Federation. There was no more effective way than the goal of being his own people! At that time, Dulin gave him a goal of ten years. If no one came to catch this loophole within ten years, then Mr. Tux could come back. Unexpectedly, someone actually chased this loophole, and there were two people. This was the real unexpected gain.

In fact, when someone chased this line for the second time, that is, when Amp, who claimed to be Lapuan, was chasing this line, Dulin had already sold Ilian's jewelry store to an outsider. All the books were approved for destruction after checking the taxes and completely disappeared.

At this time, Ampu finally woke up. He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly, "I knew that this bastard Dulin always made people feel a surprise. How did he think of doing this?", the answer of Mr. Tux, who did not need a fake answer, nor did Ms. Sophia, Ampu showed a naughty smile like a child, "He gave me a surprise, but I also had a surprise to give him. Can you call Mr. Dulin for me?"

"Tucks" nodded, "Of course, but not here!", and he said to Sophia, "Mr. Lapuan seems to have invited Miss Alyssa here, so I'll ask you for the next thing, try not to let her know what happened..."

Soon, Mr. Tuckers took Amper and several gunmen to drive outside a warehouse in the suburbs of Montre, where there was a public telephone booth outside the warehouse. Mr. Tuckers went in and called Dulin.

Soon, Dulin, who received the call, changed his clothes, walked out of the villa, rode a bicycle for about a mile, found a telephone booth, and dialed the phone back.

"It's me!" Dulin said the moment the phone was connected, but he did not say his name.

Amp laughed out loud again on the other end of the phone. He was so familiar with the voice. He not only heard Dulin's words up close, but also listened to Dulin's calls on the phone, but also listened to Dulin's calls. He was so familiar that he could not be familiar with it anymore. But after the laughter, he sighed and said the same sentence, "It's me!"

The two ends of the phone fell into silence in an instant. After about two minutes, Du Lin asked, "I just heard my brother say you want to give me a surprise. To be honest, this is not a surprise at all, it is purely a shock. But I still want to congratulate you, Mr. Amp, congratulations on your return to the world from hell. How about it? Is the dirty air particularly sweet? And you seem to have the strength to continue to trouble me. Can I ask, is this why?"

Napu was very interested in chatting, and he immediately replied, "Of course, you are not dead, why do I be willing to suffer alone in hell, so I am back. As for why I have to chase you? Because the answer is simple, you have covered justice and imbalanced justice. Dulin, you are the biggest cancer of the empire. If you can't let you conquer the law, you know what you can do!"

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Du Lin pursed his lips, "I'm very satisfied, but Mr. Amp, I need to remind you that you lost another game without my knowledge. Is this what you call the way to get back fairness and justice?"

Amp didn't care about Dulin's mockery at all. He changed his position and leaned against the phone booth, with a rosy complexion and an excited expression, "Do you remember what I told you the last time? Justice will definitely come, it's just a matter of time. If I can't do it, I believe someone can do it."

"This sentence is very sad, reminding me of when I went to your grave to lay flowers for you." Dulin took out a cigarette and lit a piece of it. After a brief silence, he spoke again, "Mr. Amp, I highly respect your personal abilities. You are the second member I invited except Kevin, who has no Guarte blood, but who can truly enter my core position. Last time you rejected me, I invite you again now. I need your ability to work for me, okay?"

Dulin is really optimistic about Amp. Amp and Kevin are two types of people, and they specialize in different fields. Kevin is the kind of person who can win the lawsuit if you give him a word and tell him that you are innocent. Even if you use dirty and dirty methods, it will definitely not be a psychological burden for him. It can be said that Kevin is a shameless, bold and thick-skinned person. Kevin is invincible in the legal field, but outside the law, he may not be able to play around.

Amp is different. He is very focused on details, has a keen observation and high patience. He can find something different from some details. He has strong analytical ability. Although his execution ability is a bit poor, it is undeniable that this is definitely a good master in formulating plans to check for omissions. With him, some of Dulin's plans can be more perfect. The most important thing is that Amp is not biased and he can do any job and may not be able to engage in legal and police work.

For about three minutes, no one spoke. Dulin vomited a faint smoke and was waiting for Amp's answer. As long as Amp could agree, he could make Amp trust him and work with a guy like Amp who is a bit stubborn and scheming, and as long as he helps him find the direction of truth, he can exert 100% motivation. Dulin believes that he can become Amp's life mentor to enter a new path in life, and he is also an expert in this regard.

Three minutes later, Amp's voice calmed down, "I am very grateful that you still admire me so much today, but I need to tell you one thing, Mr. Dulin."

"I am a policeman, you are a thief. We will always be two sides of the coin, and this is our ending."

Dulin snatched out the cigarette butt and threw it on the ground. He smiled, whether Ampu could see it or not, "I am very sorry, Mr. Ampu, very sorry. I respect your choice, this is your power. To be honest, I am very happy today because we have said something, because we are still the same as before."

"It's getting late, Mr. Ampu, if I have the chance, I hope we can sit down and have a good chat, say hello to my friends, and tell them to wait a little longer, I will see them soon."

"goodbye!"

Amp glanced at the phone that was hanging up, shook his head and sent the receiver back to the landline, and then looked outside the phone booth.

Mr. Tux turned his back to him, and the five gunmen had pulled out their pistols. Time seemed to have become very slow at this moment. Amp took out a cigarette and took out a lighter. The rolling sparks of flint ignited the core of kerosene. The flames twisted their bodies and danced beside his palms. He raised his head slightly, which made the head-up patterns on his forehead stack together layer by layer. He saw the muzzles constantly spewing out steam, and bullets roaring slowly towards him.

He had no desire to stop him from evading. He took a deep breath of smoke. The smoke turned around in the lungs. The smell that made him tired but attracted him made him squint his eyes. The first bullet penetrated Poly, and a large area of ​​cracks appeared on the glass of the telephone booth. He bounced the ashes. The ashes that rolled down about a foot in front of his chest happened to be concentrated by a bullet and suddenly turned into dust. He took a deep breath of cigarettes again, and the bullet hit his chest hard, causing his chest to sink in, forcing him to spit out the smoke he had just sucked in.

At this moment, power was like water in a broken bucket, quickly lost. The cigarette butts slowly swirled down in the air, and the gunfire around formed a sonorous music, just like his character.

When the gunshot stopped, he had already fallen into the phone booth, and his life was about to leave him. He was spitting blood in his mouth, but his eyes were still at the cigarette at his hand. He gently touched the cigarette with his fingers, trying to pick it up, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not do it. He no longer had any strength in his body, and even breathing became difficult. Perhaps... no, he was really dead this time.

A shadow blocked the light, and he saw a pair of familiar leather boots, which were Mr. Tux's leather boots.

"Tucks" had already come over. He bent down and picked up the cigarette on the ground and stuffed it into Ampu's mouth. Ampu squeezed out a smile and his mouth moved. Although he did not make a sound, Mr. "Tucks" knew that he was saying thank you.

Seeing Ampu's eyes slowly and uncontrollably closing, Mr. Tux shook his head. He hated and even hated Ampu because Ampu wanted to investigate the Messiah, but he also sympathized with and even admired Ampu, a person who had his own pursuits and was very persistent.

After a last look at Ample who had completely stopped breathing, Mr. Tux got into the car and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Chapter completed!