"Otherwise, we'll kill him!", Dufo's tone was a little calm, and this was probably the best thing he could think of at the moment, which was to kill the mayor. Once the mayor is dead, everything will be over, and no one will continue to look for Jon, and no one will pose any threat to his fellow villagers. But is it that simple? Is it really enough to assassinate the mayor and solve all the problems?

No, of course it's not that simple, and if a politician dies, what is the first thing people think?

Shady!

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There is no doubt that a member of the Old Party and the mayor of a city died in an inexplicable assassination attempt - it would be pointless to assume that Dover and the rest of his friends could get through the heavily defended lines and kill the mayor silently like the legendary assassination god Buddha Thesven, and then return the same way without alarming anyone.

The death of an important politician in the old party will make the old party undoubtedly characterize this matter as a "political assassination", and for these qualified politicians who are still alive, it may be useful for one to live, but it is even more useful to die, because people tend to sympathize with the "weak". If the new party uses this so-called political incident to attack the new party politically and splash dirty water on the new party, then whether the new party wants to clear the suspicion or find out "who is framing them", the new party will definitely increase its investigation into the mayor's death case.

By that time, with the new and old parties working together, and the politicians, businessmen, and tycoons who were planning to speculate in this incident, Dührin had no doubt that he could be betrayed at any time and at any time. And the Fellow Townspeople Association and the Oriental Star will become dust under the wheel of history, used to bury insignificant truths.

It's even very likely that our mayor is waiting for "Jon and his accomplices" to jump over the wall in order to maximize the political benefits of this incident.

Therefore, if you want to survive this round of tsunami safely, you must choose the most positive way - politics.

In Durin's long dream, the back in front of him has come into contact with many big people, and these big people have one characteristic, that is, they have a very strong sense of purpose and direction. In the words of the businessmen, they are the typical representatives of the unprofitable and unprofitable, and in the words of the bigwigs, that is, they have a high political consciousness and ambition.

Grabbing the note in the corner of his pocket, Durin decided to contact the guy named Xiun, who he thought he should talk to.

He glared at Du Buddha fiercely, "Change your clothes and come with me!"

It is said that there is already a telephone network in the capital and other places, but it is still relatively primitive and needs to be transferred through an exchange. In this process, the content of the call is not secure, can be monitored and recorded, so people are more willing to be faithful to the traditional way of communicating privately, that is, to meet in person.

The location agreed between Doolin and Schoen was located on the northern docks of Turner City, which was built on a tributary of the Onyx River, and the draft was not very deep, which was enough for a city like Turner that relied mainly on rail transportation. Every night after dark, the workers on the docks gradually leave, and the empty and dark docks seem to give people a sense of fear. Something darker than the night was hidden under the night, as if you had entered some kind of fantasy secret realm.

In the moonlight, Durin sat alone on a bench at Pier No. 2 at Pier 3, Dufo hid in the shadows, and both of them had guns with them, just in case.

It was about nine o'clock, and when Durin was already feeling a little cold, a drunken man with a bottle in his hand staggered over. Du Lin put his hand in his pocket with some vigilance, the dock is not like the station, basically there is no way to load any goods at night, so it is difficult to see even a ghost on the dock when it comes to the end of work, plus it is located in the remote north, few people will come over at this time, will this person be Xiuen?

"You're a little early!", before Durin could speak, the drunken man spoke first, and he stumbled to the bench beside Durin, and when he looked up, he vomited. The vomit smelled unbearably sour, and Durin sat down on another bench with his mouth and nose covered, and when Huen had almost vomited, he took out his handkerchief, wiped his mouth, and sat down.

At this time, he seemed to be much more awake, at least his eyes became brighter, he looked at Du Lin, and smiled, "Actually, I have wanted to know you for a long time, but it's not too late." Officially, my name is Sean Connors, Senior Agent of the Imperial Garrison Investigation Agency!", he held out his hand, and Durin shook it with some hesitation.

"I know what you're thinking, you're wondering how a senior agent can be sent to a small place like Turnier, right?", Xiun's mental head seemed to come up, acting actively, he shrugged, "I just did what I thought I was supposed to do, that's all. He sighed with some sighs, and then looked at Du Lin, who was a little blurry under the moonlight, with a smile, "You've been having a hard time lately. ”

Durin didn't say anything casually, just smiled, and there was a hint of negation in his laughter.

"Don't deny it, I know who Jon is!"

As Seun said this, an urge felt in Durin's body to kill him immediately, but he stopped, "I don't understand what you're talking about, and I want to know who Jon is. ”

Seun shook his head, "You're dishonest, man!", he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, probably because he had drunk a little too much, and shook the cigarette off the ground as he shook it. When he bent down to pick it up, he exposed his back and the back of his head, and as long as Durin pulled out his gun, he would be able to deal with the insider. Time seemed to be very long, and it seemed to be very short, and in the moment when Durin was stunned, Xiun had already picked up the cigarette.

He took the cigarette in his mouth, and the light of the fire illuminated his playful face for a moment, and then turned to darkness. In the darkness, a red fire suddenly became extremely bright, and the temperature from the cigarette butt could be faintly felt.

"Let's work together, my purpose is to transfer back to the imperial capital, and your purpose is to solve the current trouble, we don't have any conflict in essence, do we?", under the faint red light of the cigarette butt, Xiu'en's proposal looked particularly tempting.