Durin has his own judgment on how to do something, he trusts his own judgment, and decades of wonderful life in his dreams have allowed him to see more and more bizarre things than he has seen here. The decisions Hirschman is making at the moment is what he wants to do, so he is also happy to be an obedient bug for a while, after all, there are many things that are easy for them to do but cannot do anything about themselves, such as knowing what scandals are in certain big family members without investigation, and how to use these scandals to detonate public opinion. He gave Hirsman so much money, and he should take his responsibility.

As long as Hirsmann's plan didn't violate his own perception of things, Doolin wouldn't oppose it.

Compared to Durin, who could make friends with nobles and entrepreneurs in the imperial capital, Nichol was clearly at a low point in his life.

He was lucky enough to survive the attack, which was told to him by a lawyer sent by the workers' union, that it was not a brawl, but an attack, an attack that broke out out of nowhere, an attack by immigrants on the citizens of the empire. As for the reason, it doesn't matter, what matters is the result, seven citizens of the empire died in the attack of these immigrants, and what is even more terrible is that these murderers are now actually victims, and there are many people who stand on their side to sympathize with them, which is simply contempt for the laws of the empire!

As the lawyer said and the facts were, seven co-workers died, and now the families of those seven co-workers hate Nichol. They also hated the immigrants who didn't spare their hands, but they hated Nichole even more, if he hadn't planned such a horrific revenge with his ass, so much would not have happened, and their families would not have been killed by the enraged immigrants.

On the "victims" side, the workers' unions helped the surviving workers pay bail and they were temporarily freed, and all but some are still lying in hospitals for treatment, and the rest have returned to their homes.

After a little drinking, Nichole felt that he should do something, he was not a person without responsibility, and since he had done something wrong, then he should apologize for his stupidity. He carried a bottle of wine to the home of a co-worker he knew, who had returned to God's arms.

He stood at the door and knocked on the door, and after a while, the hostess, whose eyes were still red and swollen, opened the door, and her sad expression suddenly became disgusted when she saw Nikol, who closed the door slamming the door before he could say "I'm sorry."

Standing outside the door, Nichole sighed, looked at the closed door and shouted sorry, only to be met with a "Get out of my house" in response. He actually felt very uncomfortable in his heart, but he couldn't do anything now except apologize.

Not surprisingly, every family was reluctant to give him a chance to apologize, including the injured workers, who were kicked out when he went to the hospital to see them.

Walking down the street, he poured his wine, staggered and walked aimlessly, he wasn't sure where he was going, he just wanted to find something to vent. In his aimless movements, he kicked two dogs and a cat, and kicked a homeless man's stove, but he felt no better, but worse.

On the edge of a slightly isolated street, he sat down against a phone booth, gulping down the liquor with tears in his eyes, a regret so strong that he was about to suffocate it. It would have been nice to have calmed down a little at the time, why was he always so impulsive, and Nichole was even more sad when he thought of his companions who had lost their lives because of their own ideas.

It's getting late and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and although it's one of the busiest cities in the west, there aren't too many pedestrians on the road after dark because it's not safe.

The danger in the West is that people here are legally able to own guns and buy enough ammunition, and some activists, including some politicians, are denouncing the Cabinet's special treatment of the West and the inaction of the state governments in the three western states. These people think that the main reason why the west is so chaotic and dangerous is reflected in the problem of the proliferation of guns, everyone has guns and it seems to enhance the safety of ordinary people, but those criminals also have guns and ammunition, and they will become more dangerous.

Do bad guys dare to pull out pistols in public and loot money in a life-threatening way?

Of course they dare, after all, this is the west, and using bullets to defend their rights and interests from infringement is the code of conduct for simple farmers in the west. But the problem is that the bad guys will always pull out their guns before the good guys, and they can't distinguish the difference between the good guys and the bad guys, and the protective effect of guns on the people will always be on the passive side, and will not become a measure to actively protect their own safety.

In the west, a large number of social activists and politicians have been campaigning for a widespread gun ban campaign, but with little success, and people are gradually understanding that it is better not to go out after dark.

It was already past eight o'clock, and in some bustling cities it was only the best start of the day, but in the west it was late enough that things more than fifty meters away became extremely blurry after dark.

Nichole, who was in a drunken state, was lying beside a pile of vomit, squinting his eyes and moaning meaninglessly, when he felt that something was blocking the light in front of him, and he opened his eyes with great difficulty, and saw two fifteen, six, seven, or eight years old squatting in front of him, their hands rummaging through his pockets.

The next moment, he understood what these people were doing, they were robbing a drunk!

Nicole's old and new resentments erupted together, and he swung the wine in his hand on the head of a big boy, who screamed and fell to the sidewalk, and the other boy fled some distance in horror, watching Nichole staggering to his feet.

The whole world is spinning, but Nichol, who is not spinning himself, has climbed several times and has not gotten up, he has drunk too much, and since During invented the distillation method, the degree of all kinds of alcoholic beverages has increased a lot, making it easier for people to fall into a drunken state. He didn't notice that the eyes of the two young men who had not left flashed with a terrible coldness, and he was still scolding and trying to get up, when his head suddenly sank and he fell to the ground.

He touched his head, the bright red blood made him so excited that he was even drunk, he grabbed the bottle in his hand and threw it at a teenager, and then began to regret that he had drunk and did not return.

This is the second thing he regrets doing in the past few days.

The two teenagers, one holding a rock, and one holding a steel rod more than a foot long, hit him in the head violently, and the blood did not make them stop, and it was even more difficult for the young man in a state of violence to get out of the situation, until they were sure that Nichole would not move anymore, so they threw the stone, and the other hid the steel pipe back in his pants.

The two of them quickly dug through all the pockets on Nichol's body, found three thirty cents and left quickly, in the process Nichole occasionally shivered and twitched, and at first startled them, but then they became accustomed to it, and they did not realize that the series of blows they had just hit Nicole on the back of the head, which was the most vulnerable part of humanity.

The two teenagers quickly melted into the darkness with three thirty cents, and it was not until the next morning that the police called the police to say that the body of a man had been found face down on a remote street, and the police learned that Nichol had been killed.

"From the evidence we extracted from the scene and the testimony of some people, we can be sure that the murderers are two young people under the age of 20, one is about 1.65 meters tall and the other is about 1.72 meters ......," the police detective was explaining to the lawyer of the workers' union some information he had received so far, and the news of Nicole's accidental death was soon stabbed to the workers' union, and there must have been their eyeliner in the police station.

The lawyer for the workers' union was very unhappy with the official-looking content, and a male lawyer in his thirties led by the leader asked, "Is it possible that there are two immigrant boys?"

The detectives suddenly became alert, if this incident was really done by the immigrants, then it was obvious that they were playing with fire, but from the information in their hands so far, it was not possible to identify the ethnic group of the two boys, and the police held an internal meeting that it was unlikely that they were immigrants, because the immigrants would not go deep into the city in the middle of the night, and it was also full of danger to them. More likely to be some of the younger local gang members, judging by Nichol's looted pockets, chancellified robberies are more likely.

They had already obtained testimony from a salesperson at a shop who had sold a bottle of liquor for a piece of six to Nicol that night, but no change had been found on Nichol's body now, so the police thought it was more like an accidental robbery.

"We don't have any evidence that the perpetrator is an immigrant!"

The lawyer smiled and said, "But you also have no evidence to prove that the murderer is not an immigrant ......", he nodded his head, "Okay, thank you for informing us, thank you!"

On the fourth day of the incident, news came out that the killers were said to be two young immigrants. The news caused the already disgruntled ethnic antagonism to explode, and the working class demanded that the immigrants hand over the murderer, which the immigrants could only deny, and the problem was further intensified.

There was even a skirmish, and for a time the atmosphere in some cities became more and more solemn.