In Durin's dreams, the guy who always had his back to him would often warn his men with a phrase called "When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!"

If you don't want to be a stepping stone for others, then turn others into your own stepping stones.

The goddess of fate sometimes has a penchant for a lucky one, but most of the time it's relatively fair. She gave the opportunity to everyone, but whether she can see the opportunity and seize the opportunity has little to do with her. In another world, a cobbler, a leatherman who made boots for merchants and aristocrats, and worked with stinky feet all day long, seized the opportunity and changed his life.

It may be short-lived, but at least he blooms with a brilliance that lasts for thousands of years and even lasts forever.

And this time, it's Doolin's chance. He won't let this opportunity go, as long as he eliminates Wood, he will definitely take his place in Turnaire City. Maybe others will despise him because of his lack of background and accumulation, but it doesn't matter to him. He just needs people to fear him, he doesn't need people to respect him.

Fear Him, and will obey His voice, obey His commands, and be His Lamb.

Respect him, but it is inevitable to question him, sometimes oppose him, and become a stone in front of him.

So, Wood must die!

The slaughter spread from downstairs to upstairs, and the thugs who were huddled on the stairs were desperate, and they found that their opponents this time were fundamentally different from the ones they had encountered before. They don't shout and shout when they fight, spraying dirty words to boost their morale and insult others. They are like silent and efficient killers who were born to kill. Every sharp knife will inevitably stab the enemy's vital point. Every slash is aimed at the enemy's head.

What's more, they are not afraid of death, they are like hungry little prodigal sons who have tasted sweet blood. They don't know what fear is, they just want to taste the flesh and blood of their enemies.

Out of the alley was a brand new truck, the only truck that Durin had bought for cash from a trucking company in Turner City four days earlier, and the most common "Hero 50" model on the market. The reason why a truck has such a name is that during the Great Patriotic War of the Shining Star Empire, the steam locomotive railroad on the front line was severely damaged, and supplies and backups could not be transported to the front line by steam locomotive sets. The commander-in-chief of operations at that time had to forcibly requisition a large number of trucks carrying batches of soldiers and supplies from the rear to the front.

According to official statistics, each truck of this model, with the driver and co-driver, can be crammed with up to 50 people, almost stacking people in it like cargo. After the end of the war, when the prime minister gave a victory speech in the capital, he said with great emotion that it was precisely because of the transportation capacity and security of this truck that the war could end in victory as planned.

This is the hero of the truck, the truck of the hero!

Therefore, this truck was renamed by the production enterprise and became the Hero Type 50.

The truck drove slowly to the door of the company, and several young people immediately lifted the body on the ground and threw it in. As more and more corpses piled up, and even the cracks in the car began to drip blood, the sound of killing within the company gradually stopped. The bodies were carried out by the young men and dumped into the truck as if no one were there, and when the last of them had not yet breathed, and the badly wounded thug let out a slight wail, Dover walked over and plunged a sharp knife into his chest.

He was also thrown away.

The truck drove out of the city with a cartload of corpses and more than a dozen injured men and several fellow townsmen who could no longer stand up.

Then there was a big cleaning, the girls and the guys washed the blood stains left on the road with clean water, and the blood stains that splashed everywhere in the company were also wiped away. Some of the places where there were traces of the fight were smashed to pieces with a 30-pound sledgehammer. If you don't care about the pink water constantly blending into the sewers, maybe no one will find out that there was a fight here and more than 30 people died.

During the cleaning, Turnier's city patron, Mr. Plando, finally walked and swayed over with the support of two strong police officers. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his face, and breathed a sigh of relief, "This damn weather, it's really hot......", his eyes looked curiously towards the building behind Durin, there were no gang members gathered together to draw swords and crossbows, there were no bloody and bloody wounded, all the scenes he had ever seen and could imagine, there was not a single one.

It's not that ...... Has Wood come for revenge?

He was just about to say hello to Doolin when Doolin walked into the alley, and after about three, he changed into a suit of clothes and walked out, and his mask was removed. Plando's eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of jealousy swirling around him, he knew what Durin was doing this for, and he had to admire Durin's care and prudence, as well as his wisdom.

At this time, Plando noticed a detail, the young people on the street who were quickly dispersing, almost all wearing masks. If this wasn't Kevin's idea for them, then the young man in front of him with a hint of a smile was really terrifying. Whatever happened here, whether the witnesses dared to come forward and testify against Dorin, they would have to be cross-examined by their lawyers.

How do you affirm the identity of the person when the other person is wearing a hat and a mask and only showing two eyes?

Plando could even imagine that if necessary, Doolin's lawyer would have a bunch of young men with their hats lowered and their faces unsightly in their masks to stand together and let the witnesses tell them who they were. As long as the witnesses can't do it, then no matter how many people say that the guy they saw is Doolin, it can't be a testimony.

Especially in this society where you can spend money to change something, there are no witnesses, no testimony, no evidence, and there is money, there is no need for a trial at all, a direct acquittal.

This is a very smart guy.

At the same time, he is a very dangerous guy, and at least for the time being, Wood should suffer.

"Chief Plando, is there something big going on, you have brought so many police officers ......", Durin took out a cigarette and handed it to Plando.

According to Plando's previous character, he would not take it, which has nothing to do with the quality of the cigarette itself, but a class gap. Sometimes the gap is too big, and even if the fat is sent to the mouths of those in high positions, they will dislike it. It's not that the meat is not delicious, but that the person who caught this piece of meat is too unclassy!

But he caught it, and held it in his mouth, and Durin took out a lighter and lit it for him, and at the same time lit it for himself.

Plando thought for a while, and then said with a smile: "Isn't it that the weather has turned cold? The city heating has not started yet, and it is a little cold to sit in the office, so I will take everyone out for a turn, move your body, and warm up!", this is a very lame excuse, but it is meaningless to be lame at this time, Plando wants to show his attitude, but also to tell Durin that he knows what is going on here, but he will not say it.

He was going to sell a favor to Durin, anyway, what happened today has nothing to do with him, no matter who wants him to be blackened, they need to consider whether it is worth it.

Du Lin nodded with empathy, and after criticizing the city government's inaction, his voice changed, "In this way, I will personally donate fifty radiators to the police station, so that everyone can cope with the temperature change in this season when the weather has not yet started to heat." ”

A radiator costs fifteen yuan, but it is seven hundred and fifty yuan, which is neither too much nor too little, just right. The most important thing is not money, money is only something that people can care about for a while, and once they spend it, they will have nothing to do. But things are different, especially this kind of radiator, whether it is a home or a workplace, it can be used. As long as people use this thing, they will remember who bought it and delivered it to them.

Even if they have a little bit of a personal view of the person, in the process of this thing being there and influencing and changing their life and work environment, it will gradually change their senses.

Plando immediately nodded in praise, took Doolin's hand affectionately, and patted his arm - he didn't dare to pat Durin's shoulder, "Then I will thank you for your generosity on behalf of all the police officers in Turnaire City!", he glanced back, and the stunned police officers suddenly burst into excitement and applauded.

"Yes, that's what I should do as a member of the city of Turnier. It is precisely because of your protection that our city is so beautiful and peaceful!"