Looking at the back of Wood leaving in a hurry, Colt looked down at the two dark stains on his chest clothes, he used his fingers to follow Wood's appearance and dipped it, rubbed it, sniffed it, and then came to a conclusion - Guarte people are dirty!

Of course, he wouldn't understand that the two stains were actually some dried and oxidized blood, and he wouldn't understand that the reason why Wood was leaving so quickly was because he underestimated Graff's new faces.

Whether a person has hurt someone, or more seriously, whether a person has killed someone, his mentality is completely different. Before harming or even killing the same kind, we can call such people ordinary people, ordinary people with universal values and morals. They are like those people who hide in textbooks, tying their hands tightly together with morality and ethics.

When faced with danger, the first thing they think about is how to resolve and calm the dispute.

But when a person has hurt other people, or even killed someone, the mentality will be completely different. Wood himself felt this, and before he killed the three homeless men who tried to drag him into the alley to warm his body, he was just a fantasical fellow. But when he killed someone, he didn't like fantasies anymore, because he felt that he could achieve it, and he also realized his dream.

It is not difficult to cross the moral and ethical floor, as long as you take a small step forward.

If they encounter danger at this time, they will not think about how to resolve the problem like ordinary people, but take out weapons and solve the problem completely.

Wood had always thought that these people were just ordinary hairy boys who had never seen the world, but when he realized that he was wrong.

They are not sheep, they are lions.

He can't be blamed entirely for having such an opinion, of course, rich experience can sometimes make people lose the most basic judgment. The other party did not greet the old forces that were inherent in them before selling the moonshine, nor did they entrust anyone else to inform them that the new players were going to enter. Without any buffer, he crashed into this market, indicating that the other party is a "novice" at all, and he does not understand that in this world, no matter which line of work has its own rules and regulations. It's not impossible to mess around, but you have to be prepared to be punished, sometimes you lose money, sometimes you lose your life!

But those two drops of blood made Wood suddenly realize that he might not be able to use scissors to easily cut off a branch that affected the whole gardening like a gardener, and he would face war!

War is a terrible word, whether it's a war between nations, gangs against gangs, or between forces. The result of war is the elimination of one side by the other, and the so-called truce and reconciliation are only a timeless reversal of the result.

Wood wanted to kick the new faces who had roiled the market out of Turner and take back his market, but he didn't want to use war.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong opponent and used the wrong strategy.

More than ten years of incomparable career made him a little inflated, so much so that he made the wrong decision.

Standing at the dark crossroads, the autumn wind blowing from the other side of the street with a bone-chilling chill, Wood didn't know where to go, as if he was also standing at the crossroads at this time, full of confusion.

The troika came back at a much faster pace than when it came, and after unloading a hundred crates of wine, even the horses pulling the cart looked much happier. In the carriage, Graff lifted a secret compartment and placed the cash box inside. This compartment was requested by Doolin not to hide money, but to hide some contraband before it was checked.

Sitting in the carriage of the carriage, the two corpses at his feet had become cold and stiff, and the smell of blood filled the entire carriage, lingering on the tip of his nose and lingering. He glanced at the bodies of the two policemen and couldn't think of a good solution. After all, this is the corpse of a policeman, and no matter where it is found, it will definitely be a huge trouble. Judging from the current situation, it is better to take it back to the farm, just find a place to dig a pit and bury it.

After about ten minutes of travel, the carriage left the most prosperous city center of Turnaire City, and the streets became deserted again. Even if one or two people could be seen walking on the road, they were in a hurry with their heads bowed.

The trip was relatively easy, and Graff fell asleep unknowingly as the carriage jolted.

Just as Wood didn't know which way Graff was taking, Graff didn't know that Dührin had arranged for Dover to follow them with someone in order to avoid an accident.

At this time, when Du Buddha looked at five or six men with felt hats and trench coats following closely behind the carriage, he thought about it for a while and decided not to do it for the time being. It's not that he's afraid of anything, on the one hand, there are too many people living in the city, and who knows which corner will be like before, and a homeless man will come out. If someone witnesses a fight, it's likely to be bad.

On the other hand, judging from the speed and alertness of the other party, it seems that they did not want to intercept the carriage, but kept a relatively safe distance and hung it behind. Therefore, Du Buddha felt that instead of causing unnecessary trouble in the city, it was better to fulfill their wish and wait for the outskirts of the city to do it.

Turnier City is not big, about forty minutes away from the city center, the surrounding buildings have become low and dilapidated, and after the last intersection, even the street lights have disappeared. In the darkness of the night, only a faint moonlight shrouded the quiet earth. The headlights of the carriage have also become brighter, like the waiting light during wild fishing, attracting the "fish" to bite the hook.

When they were only ten minutes away from the farm, they did it. As they began to run, they apparently alarmed the people who were following in front of them, and they immediately dispersed with great alarm, and rushed into the grass that was more than half a man tall nearby. Du Fo immediately made a decision, immediately divided into two groups, stared at the two people, and he shouted.

Graff, who was sleeping in a daze, would be rocked by the bumpy carriage from time to time, and he woke up from his daze with a startle, and when he raised his hand to wipe the saliva from his mouth, he faintly heard someone shouting.

"Stop!", Graff knocked on the plank between the carriage and the coachman's seat, and the troika stopped back and forth, and he jumped out of the carriage, and the cool autumn breeze made him shiver, and the wind brought coolness, and also brought the sound of Dover.

"Catch one, don't let the other go!"

With a single sentence, Graff lost his sleepiness, and the muscles on his cheekbones trembled, and he immediately slapped the carriage of the carriage and lifted the oil lamp from the side of the carriage, "Quick, go and see what's going on!"

With the addition of lights, two more guys were caught, and they were tightly tied together and twisted into the carriage. Graff looked at Dover strangely and asked, "You ran out in the middle of the night to catch the thief, and how did they offend you?"

Duffer was a little embarrassed, his hat was off, his beloved plaid cardigan was covered in grass clippings, and there was a lot of mud on his shoes and trouser legs. He gasped as he replied, "These guys...... I've been following you since you finished unloading it, and I think there's something wrong with them. ”