The atmosphere froze again.

Graff slowly turned his head to look at Dover with a gun pointed at his head, the muscle fibers in his head making his brain go blank. He opened his mouth slightly to show his shock, his eyes a little distracted. After a while, he came back to his senses, looked at Du Buddha with an unbelievable look, and his tone when he spoke seemed to be full of grievances, "Du Fo, you are my friend, I introduced you to the fellow townspeople's association, but you ...... Now you're pointing a gun at me?"

Dover and Graff are good friends, a little worse than brothers, a little more than friends, and if they run for a while, if Dover can help him once or twice when he needs help, they will become brothers. But their relationship was a little worse when Du Buddha entered the fellow association.

With just a little bit of heat, if you use your index finger and thumb, you might only be as thick as ten ten-dollar bills stacked together.

But at this moment, Du Buddha held a gun to his head. He could feel the cold metallic texture of the muzzle, and he could feel the slightest heat coming from the grip behind the gun. Dover had opened the safety and pushed Yaojing into the catalytic chamber, where he could pull the trigger at any moment to eject the bullet.

You know, a month ago, Dulin and Dufo didn't know each other at all, and they probably passed by countless times on the street, and they wouldn't stop to say a word or two and get to know each other.

It was him, it was he, Graff, who brought Durin to know so many Gualts.

It was he who was the first to propose the establishment of an organization for more Gualts in need to be warmed together.

He played a crucial role, but now, his former best friend, Dover, was holding a gun to his head instead of pointing it at Durin. He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it, why did everyone come to embarrass themselves at this time?

Dover looked at Graff with a blank expression, he didn't want to speak, but he felt he should say something. He is no longer an ordinary member, he is the leader of the group, he has a certain status and power in the association, and he does have something to say. If you don't say it now, you may not have a chance to speak again in the future, which will only make you regret it.

"We are one!", this was the first sentence of Du Fo's mouth, Du Lin nodded slightly, "Just like the boss said, how do you do anything wrong on weekdays, everyone can tolerate you, but when such a big thing happens, you still rely on your own character and ideas, which can only hurt us." ”

"We are one, but you can't fit into our wholeness, so here lie six of us brothers!"

"What about next time? How many more are you going to lie down here? Five? Or ten? Will you only understand when even me and the boss have to lie here?"

Dover grinned, "Graff, we're friends, I know you. You can be a good guy who is a little bad, but you can't be a bad guy, it's not your game, it's time for you to quit. ”

Graff was, indeed, a bit of a bad guy, as Dover said. He can be unreasonable at times, but he is also very enthusiastic at times, and most of the time he is a very enthusiastic guy. Whoever he is, as long as he is a Guert, whether he is young or old, as long as he finds him and asks him for help, he will definitely do his part to help those in need as much as possible.

Otherwise he wouldn't have gone to jail for helping others, or the tycoon wouldn't have spent money to get him out.

He's a good person, everyone trusts him, he has a good heart, so he can't be a bad person, he can't do bad things.

Maybe he's killed people for everyone, maybe he's been able to rush to the front line at some point, but he's never been able to adapt to life here. Instead of struggling here in pain, it is better to return to the life where he should exist as soon as possible. Continue to be a good person who is a little bad, not a bad person who can't be done.

Graff wanted to refute, to say that he had been prepared for it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say it.

He couldn't say it, even if he thought he was ready, but it was always just his "thought"!

"Is it ......", the hoarse voice grinded out of Graff's throat, with a distinctly rough grain, and he looked at Du Buddha with some incomprehension, "Is it only by giving up his relatives that he is ready?"

At this point, Durin spoke, "You're wrong, Graff. He took out a cigarette and lit it for himself, flicked his fingers, and Dufo put away his pistol and walked to the corner and stood against the wall. Du Lin took out a lighter and hit it a few times, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, and slowly spit out, "You haven't given up any relatives, from the day everyone joined the hometown association, all of us are relatives!"

One sentence made Du Fo's heartstrings tremble slightly, and his eyes looking at Graff were even more full of contradictions. What Du Lin said was not wrong, all the brothers and sisters of the hometown association are relatives. But in Graff's eyes, his loved ones were his mother, his brother, not the six bastards on the ground who couldn't even take a fucking breath!

Graff was stunned for a moment, "I didn't mean that, I ......"

Durin stood up suddenly, obviously in terms of height, he was shorter than Graff, but to Dover felt that he was countless times taller than Graff, and even needed to be looked up to!

Graff's words were caught in his throat by Dühring's movements, and his lips moved, not speaking again.

Durin walked from behind his desk to Graff with a cigarette in his mouth, and looked up at him with a smile on his face. He actually opened his arms, hugged Graff fiercely, and then gently patted his vest, "Okay, it's time to go home and live the life you yearn for." Even if you leave here today, we will still be your friends and brothers. ”

"One day is a relative, a lifetime is a relative!"

Inexplicably, Graff suddenly lowered his head, his eyes were tightly closed, his eyes were inexplicably hot, and he didn't know why he felt the urge to cry. The last time he had this urge was when his cat was kicked to death by a passing horse on the side of the road. He felt that he should not be a fragile person, but on the contrary, he actually showed a kind of vulnerability that he should not have at this time.

He shook his shoulders, shook off Durin's arm that had held him, and turned to push the door open.

Looking at the empty door, Durin shook his head and walked back to the window.

Six brothers and Graf were sent away today, so who should be sent away tomorrow?

Looking through the glass, Graff kept wiping his face with his arm raised, and strode into the distance, the corners of his mouth slightly curled.

This road is too dangerous, you idiot, you better step aside!