"I don't think it's right." Gordor walked around the room restlessly. He rubbed his eyes, not knowing why his eyelids were leaping. He kept thinking about a question, Cod, where were they going. He had activated all his strength to find them where they could find them, but they disappeared silently as if they were missing.

He followed Plando's arrangements and found three unsatisfactory guys from the bottom of the gang, promising that they would be promoted to captain and give them some more money once they came out. He also beat the three men to the point of being unfamiliar with Plando's request. So far, no bad news has been heard. He and Plando are in the same group. If he is in trouble, Plando will never be able to escape. Without his cooperation, Gordor would not have been able to use three specious people to get away with.

But the problem is that he always feels something is wrong, but with his brain, he can't think of so many things, so he can only become more and more irritable.

He wanted to ask Wood, but when he thought of what Plando said to him in private, he denied this idea. Wood had been "eliminated". In fact, since he could not solve this problem well, he had been eliminated. The people behind him could not support a person who could not do such a small thing well. What those big men need are easy tools, not tools that bother God themselves.

Gordor has been able to reach this point smoothly over the years. In addition to his own efforts, he also has the appreciation of the boss above.

At that time, he was just the lowest-level member of the gang, and he and a few equally young boys parked the car for the big men, watched the cars and washed the horses outside the theater.

It was a rainy day, and a big man walked out of the carriage. A servant opened a black umbrella for him and covered his face tightly. He only saw the other person's exquisite suit, the shiny leather boots under his feet, and the white scarf hanging around his neck.

The big man trampled on a pool of water when he got off the carriage, and the turbid sewage left some stains on his exquisite and high-end leather boots. Just when no one knew what to do, Gordor had a sudden idea. He crawled at the big man's feet, braved the rain, lowered his head, and wiped the other's leather boots clean with his sleeves. When he raised his head, there was only a slightly hoarse voice in his ear asking him - what is your name.

He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and showed a smile he thought was the most perfect, and returned to him - Gordor, my name is Gordor!

The big man walked into the theater directly with his surprised expression, as if this was just a boring time that was not worth experiencing in his mind during his journey in life. Faced with the strange eyes of his companions, Gordor just walked back from the heavy rain to the roof at the entrance of the theater, silently waiting for his next chance.

Until the ninth day, a guy wearing a windbreaker and a top hat found him and asked him a question.

"Do you dare to kill someone?"

Gordor nodded vigorously, "Dare you, stab here with a knife and you will die in one go!" He stretched out his finger and pointed it on his chest. The man gave him a note with two names, an address and time.

Gordoll, who was only thirteen years old, stole the only kitchen knife in his house that could be used to cut vegetables and was very worn. He was next to the well behind the house and polished it all night. The next day, he did not rest and went directly to the place on the note, and then quietly waited for the two people who changed his destiny.

From that day on, Gordor had a backer and achieved what he achieved today.

He is not a good person at using his brain, but he is definitely the best knife for those big guys. His boss told him that if nothing unexpected happens, he will support Gordor to become the director of the Trnell Regional Police Department in the election two years later, but before that, he must wash away the dirty things on his body and select an equally obedient and easy-to-use successor.

He is not good at using his brain, so most of the time he needs to do is follow the instructions and continue to implement it. After thinking about it, he decided to ask the boss's opinion.

The inconspicuous car slowly stopped in a lane. When two patrolmen were about to come over and tell the driver that they could not stop here, they saw the sign on the car and chose to keep silent and walk away silently.

Gordor walked through the alley and walked two streets, and walked outside a house not far from the town hall and knocked on the door.

The door was opened by a butler with gray hair and slightly curly hair, wearing a very decent tuxedo and a bow tie. He looked up and down at Gordor who raised the brim of the hat and frowned slightly, and closed the door. He waited for about three minutes, and the butler opened the door again, but this time the butler stood slightly behind and gave up the passage to enter.

While entering this inconspicuous house, Gordor took off his hat, carefully held it in his arms, and followed the butler to the garden behind the house. An old man dressed like a farmer and with his eyes was holding scissors, sticking his butt, carefully putting himself in front of a flowerpot, and cutting off a branch with the scissors in his hand. Neither the butler nor Gordor spoke, nor made any sound. They stood by the edge of the garden, quietly watching the old man like a farmer, working hard for almost an hour before he put down his scissors.

"What's going on?" The old man took off his mud-stained gloves and washed his hands in a basin in the shape of a twin goddess. "You know, you shouldn't be here."

The slightly hoarse voice was just like that night many years ago. Gordol unknowingly lowered his head, put his chest away, bent down, and his tone showed humility, "I don't understand something very well, come and ask you for advice."

There was not much smile on the old man's face. A person like him shouldn't have met Gordor. If Gordor hadn't helped him cut out many people who shouldn't have existed over the years, he wouldn't have had such a position as he is today. He turned his head and looked at Gordor, "Speak it out and I'll listen." While speaking, he unbuttoned the buttons on his shoulders and walked towards the wooden door. Gordor quickly moved away and followed closely behind.
Chapter completed!