Jerez looked at the road leading to the farm, expecting the bastard from Esther to get the truck over quickly, but he didn't notice that there were four cars speeding up on the opposite road. It's rare to see such a convoy on Louise Street, which is a suburb of the city, after all. The reason why the streets on the outskirts of the city still have names is because during the Great Patriotic War, a lady named Louis died here.

The war is sure to kill people, but this lady named Louis was not like an ordinary citizen who died, when two wounded Imperial soldiers were lying in her room, and she was treating them. The federal search team searched the area, and there were reports of seeing wounded people on the street, and when they searched Ms. Louis's house, she refused to be searched by the federal people on the grounds that the family was full of female dependents.

All similar stories do not have a happy ending, and the woman is finally shot in public, and the two wounded soldiers do not escape the sacrifice. After the Great Patriotic War, in order to set up some examples, the empire named this street that originally had no name as Louise Street to commemorate and commemorate these characters and their deeds that once illuminated people's hearts during the war.

No matter what the name of the street is, it is a remote place, there are no groups of skilled women, no girls who sweat and rain in the cold winter, constantly undressing and sick, this is like the fringe of all cities, poor, no one cares.

The silhouette of the truck in the distance had already appeared, and Jerez breathed a sigh of relief, safe!

At this moment, a series of cars sounded behind him, and the moment the four cars drove together, Jerez's companion suddenly threw Jerez to the ground, and the newspaper box behind Jerez shook violently for a while before spraying out the broken newspaper pieces. A gunshot shook the whole street, and the few people on the road immediately ran into the houses, closed the doors, drew the curtains, and waited silently for the gunshots to calm down.

The car was moving at a high speed, and Jerez and the others returned fire as they rushed back to the house, but even then four of his men fell on the steps back to the house. The four cars were parked outside the gate of No. 71, and the people in the cars did not get out of the car, they kept pulling the trigger directly at the house. The bullets easily pierced through the wooden walls, which were not very thick, and the outer walls were full of large holes and small eyes.

The truck, which was already approaching, suddenly turned around and ran towards the outside of the city without looking back. At such times, these outlaws did not have the concept of "collective" and "honor" in their hearts. Saying that everything else is false, only to save your own life is true.

A barrage of gunfire rang out, and wood chips flew on the exterior walls of the house as if it were snowing. There were some counterattacks at first, but soon there were no counterattacks. At this time, the people in the car quickly got down, cautiously approached the house, and surrounded the house.

Durin sat in another car parked across the road, he calmly watched the battle with a serious difference in strength, and Moncey smiled contemptuously, "Mr. Durin, these civilian forces are not our opponents at all, you don't need to take risks to come to the scene, just find a place to wait for news." Major Moncey was in a very happy mood, he found three skilled girls yesterday to learn some skills, although in the end he was killed, but the joy of the soul and the relaxation of the body made him smile a lot.

Not only him, but even the soldiers he brought out were the same. In the barracks, let alone a woman, seeing a woman is enough to relax for days. Whoever came up with a non-combat mission could actually go ashore to find some girls to relax, talk about ideals and life, and get to know each other better, it was so cool! And they also knew that they could get such treatment, and all the expenses came from Mr. Doolin, so they worked extra hard today.

There's a first, there's a second, isn't it?

A short time later, a soldier came running up to him and told Moncey and Doolin that they had found five bodies in the utility warehouse behind the house. Durin frowned, and immediately knew that it was his men who had been killed. He lit a cigarette a little irritably, looked at the houses that were tentatively attacking and fighting back, and said softly, "Burn down the house, I'll take care of what happens." ”

Monsey nodded yes, "Do as Mr. Doolin says." ”

The soldiers immediately turned back, and soon they gathered some dead grass from the surrounding area, piled it up and lit it, and the fire immediately began to spread. The winter climate is dry, and the place is still some distance from the sea, and the sea breeze blows constantly, and the wooden houses are very prone to fire. It only took ten minutes for the fire to spread into the house. Billowing smoke puffed out of the window and rose into the sky like a straight stick stabbing into the sky.

Jerez hid on the second floor, his tears and snot flowed from the thick smoke, he knew that if he didn't go out again, he might be hunted for death, anyway, it was better to rush out first. He took both pistols in his hands, took a deep breath, muffled, and jumped out of the second-floor window.

He was shot several times before he could hit the ground, and after a few struggles he landed, he gave up, and with each gasp he breathed, his chest sizzled and blood foamed out of his nostrils. The lobes of his lungs had been punctured, and without quick treatment, he had no choice but to die. He lay on the ground weakly, looking at the sky, and if he wanted to say that he regretted it, he would definitely regret it. If he had known that the gang behind that idiot was backed by a rich man, he would have said that he would not cooperate with Sabre.

He felt that he was pitted by Sabre, which was absolutely unjustified, obviously he did not offend anyone, but he was found by Sabre, and then stuffed a mine bag in his arms.

He was eager to see Sebre again, and ask if that bastard was interesting in playing like this.

Before he died, he tilted his head to one side and saw a young man in the car across the road. The young man's indifferent gaze touched his blank gaze for a moment before moving away, and he squeezed out a strange smile and swallowed his last breath.

In two minutes, all Jerez's accomplices jumped out of the house, the fire in the house was getting bigger and bigger, and there was really only a dead end if you didn't get out, but rushing out may not have a way to live. One by one, the members of the smuggling gang rushed out fell on the stairs outside the gate, and in less than a minute, the gunfire completely subsided.

The sirens of fire trucks and police cars sounded in the distance, and soon the five cars disappeared into the city, leaving only a place of corpses and a burning house.

The Montel area has had such a bad case that has affected the stability of the city, and there have been cases of tourists leaving early, and the town hall has demanded that the case be investigated immediately and solved as soon as possible. Judging from the clues collected by the police at the location of the crime and the information of the deceased, they are more inclined to this is a fight between smuggling gangs, Jerez's reputation is still resounding in Montel, the only uncertainty is who this guy offended, or who wants to get rid of him, for the territory and resources in his hands, there is still a grudge.

The pressure to solve the case has increased dramatically, and more patrols have appeared on the city's roads, which has somewhat reassured frightened tourists. Several wealthy people in the city even offered a reward of 10,000 yuan, and if someone could help the police solve the case, then they could take a bonus of 10,000 yuan. More and more chaotic information is emerging, which slows down the pace of handling cases.

It was under these circumstances that Doolin appeared in the slums of Montel, walking brightly on the road.

One of the more prestigious women in the ghetto, a woman named Sophia, forty-seven years old, was accompanied by Durin, and her poverty and cheap clothes did not hide her peculiar temperament. Her husband died in the Great Patriotic War, after which she took on the responsibility of supporting the family, never remarried, and raised her children alone. She not only handled the affairs of her own family very well, but also helped other compatriots as much as possible, which was unanimously respected by everyone.

Even the meager pension that the empire gave her husband was used to help those who were in need, and people respected and loved her.

It's just that Sophia rarely takes the initiative to fight for anything, and is always silently giving, so Durin really didn't know that there was such a character here at first.

Durin never thought that there would be such a woman in Montel who could be recognized and respected by most Gualts, and he felt a little indescribable about this place, as if the two selected characters before and after made him feel a little "not very suitable". The nature of a Sebre merchant led him to take risks for his own benefit, prompting Durin to lose five of his men.

And this lady Sophia, who was picked out again, Dulin doubted that she could do it and do what she wanted.

The two of them walked to a wooded area behind the ghetto, where a number of people of some prestige among the local Guartes had gathered, and they were chattering, watching Sabre, whose hands were wrapped in gauze and who was tied to his knees, whispering. When Durin and Sophia arrived, the people involuntarily moved out of the way and let them walk into the crowd.

"This is Mr. Doolin, from Illian, and I am very sorry that the last time Mr. Doolin sent a letter was preempted by Sabre, I have not heard of it, and it has caused some losses, for which I am very sorry. Sophia silenced the entire woods with a single word, and she stepped aside, showing Doolin's status, and continued: "Mr. Doolin has brought some news, and I think it should be up to everyone, not one person!", she glanced at the dead face of Sebre, "Let's hear Mr. Doolin's thoughts." ”

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