When Mayor Peter heard the name "Doolin", he suddenly remembered the young man, the young man who did not hesitate to support him at the charity gala, the young man who was thrown into prison because he used it as a pawn to test others, the young man who seemed to him to have been forced to leave his hometown and leave Tenel to go outside.

He thought of a lot of things, and the moment the gunshot rang out in his ears, it seemed as if the whole world was quiet. He watched the bullet shoot at him with a cyclone tearing through the air, and his brain told his body that he had to dodge, because the target of this bullet was his chest, and even if he didn't get killed by a bullet, he might not be able to continue to be an official in the future.

But the body didn't seem to listen to him too much, and there was no reaction in the slightest, and his eyebrows were about to rise.

The next moment, he looked at the clothes on his chest in a gloomy manner, and before he could wrap around the bullet, the bullet had pierced a hole. He thought the blood in his body would spurt out immediately, but it wasn't. The blood-red hole didn't spurt blood out immediately, not even blood.

In the next second, his body was able to move, but the strength in his body was rapidly leaving him, he could no longer support his body to continue standing, a huge force pushed him backwards, and he collapsed to the ground, short of breath and rapid because of fear. He should actually be grateful to the young man in front of him, because he was using a pistol, not a knife, and if it was a knife, he would have died a painful death. Air would enter the body to prevent the lungs from expanding, and if he hadn't died of blood loss, he would have died of asphyxiation.

It was a more painful way to die, at least more painful than he was now.

The man walked under the neon light, and his face could be seen in the faint light, and Mayor Peter suddenly remembered this person, he was the guy who had been following Durin, and sure enough, it was this group of people!

Dufo stood expressionlessly, with an indifferent look in his eyes as if he was looking at an animal about to be slaughtered, and he shook his head, "You shouldn't be so kind to Vivien. ”

If there was anything more unacceptable than being assassinated, it was probably Peter's current situation, where the assassins not only wanted to take his life, but also to give him a shame that could never be erased, a shame that all men could not bear.

He reached out and grabbed Dover's trouser leg, and the whistle was already sounding in the street outside, and the police officers on night patrol had begun to gather their companions and rush this way. If you ignore their hesitant speed, maybe they can do a little bit of a difference.

Just as Peter's fingertips were about to touch the hem of Dover's trousers, and just as his face was flushed and he wanted to do something, Dover raised his foot and stomped Mayor Peter's hand under his feet. He took a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and lit it, the light of the fire briefly illuminating his face, and after that moment, it was covered in darkness again.

"It's getting late, Mr. Peter, goodbye!"

Three police cars rushed frantically towards the intersection, and in the phone booth on the side of the road, Mr. Mayor's butler had just come out, and he glanced at the three police cars that had turned the corner and crashed into a garbage bin, and silently got into the car. When the shots rang out, he knew that something was wrong, and that Peter would not be given a chance, whether it was done by Mr. Councillor or His Excellency the Governor, who did not know when he would go to see God.

Instead of accompanying Peter to leave this flowery world, it is better to retreat bravely at this time. The value of loyalty is not to die blindly, but to live, he told himself.

He took one last look at the blue light refracted by the police lights, turned the car around and drove towards the mayor's villa, he needed to take something with him and get out of here.

Just as the three policemen were about to approach the alley where Dover was, there was a sudden loud bang like thunder, and the front of the first police car slammed down, and then jumped up. Tumbling and sliding to the side of the road. The two police cars in the back chose to brake at the same time, and the police ran out of the police cars, relying on the police cars as obstacles, observing the dark alleys around them. There is no doubt that the other side has heavy fire weapons, otherwise it would be impossible to jump a car.

But the gunshot seemed to be gone, and it never rang out again. One of the officers tried to get closer to the alley, but there was another loud bang, and the broken stone shards from the broken wall cut a few bloody marks on the young officer's face, and the courage he mustered disappeared in an instant, and he obediently shrank back behind the car.

About two minutes later, reinforcements from the police station arrived, and the loud noise seemed to have really disappeared. When the police chief stood at the entrance of the alley with a blue face in a police uniform, it was as if a card could be used to scrape a layer of water on his face.

He knew the guy on the ground with a bullet hole in his head, and that was the true ruler of the city.

Everyone realizes the seriousness of the issue, and Turnier is about to turn the world upside down.

Dover entered the bar through the back door, his pistol disposed of and disposed of in the trash can in the hallway near the bar. He walked over to the bar and ordered a glass of wine, drinking it as he watched the sweaty women perform.

In just three minutes, all the lights in the bar were turned on at the same time, the loud music stopped abruptly, a large number of police officers poured in through the door, some women screamed and wrapped their clothes tightly around their chests, and some men also unzipped their pants that they forgot to pull when they went out, and smeared the sticky sweat on their hands on something nearby.

"Police! Everyone stands still and tells the person in charge of the bar to come over. The police chief is already dressed, and if anyone looks at it, they may find that the guy is wearing a pair of pajama pants and a pair of slippers on his feet.

He was sleeping when he was disturbed, and if it weren't for someone calling him to tell him that Mayor Peter had been attacked, he wouldn't have been so hurried that he left the house without even getting his meter in order.

The owner of the bar arrived in a hurry ten minutes later, and when he tried to say something to the bartender at the bar, he was stopped by the police.

"I'm very sorry sir, no one is allowed to communicate without the permission of the Director. The little police officer had a pistol in his hand and looked at the bar owner with a little unkind eyes. As the lowest level of the police station, he is actually not as comfortable as people think, so proud.

They can't touch the rich, they can't touch the gangsters who have big forces behind them, even those skilled women who have a family and roots, they can't touch either. They seem to be able to deal only with the petty gangsters who are out of shape, and the little gangs that don't even have a place of influence. Suddenly, there was such an opportunity, which made the little police officer feel more excited than ever.

The bar owner laughed dryly, took out a box of cigarettes and stuffed them into the little officer's hand, he blocked the view of the others, so as not to make the little officer feel embarrassed or embarrassed, "Can you tell me what happened?"

The little police officer quietly put the cigarette in his pocket and whispered, "Mayor Peter is dead." ”

The owner of the bar froze on the spot, and he immediately realized that it was the police chief who was passing the blame. As long as it can be determined that the murderer was in this bar, or that the murderer was present in this bar, then he and his bar will become a fire in the night, the most suitable scapegoat. Not only could his bar not be opened, but he himself might have been implicated in other ways.

He immediately walked towards the Director, but the Director didn't want to see him now. See, things will become more troublesome, and if you don't see it, you can clean yourself up, why talk to this guy?

A member of the new party who can hold a position in Turnell City, surrounded by the old party, and fight the old party for more than a year, is not destined to be an ordinary character.

Every customer had to register their identity and undergo a body search, and Dofo easily lined up to the door of the bar to be checked by the police. Every pocket and every part of his body was touched more than once, and after confirming that he was harmless, he was allowed to leave after registering his personal information. Less than a minute after Dover left, someone suddenly screamed.

"Mr. Policeman, someone here has lost a dagger!"

The woman's screams immediately attracted several policemen to surround him, and a young man stood against the wall with his hands raised with a pale face, and his legs began to tremble. He was one of the young men who had just snatched two hundred dollars from Peter's appearance, and he didn't know what was going on, he just didn't want to get into trouble.

When the police emptied all the garbage out of the trash can, they saw a pistol and immediately all the guns were aimed at the young man.

By this time, Dover had already gotten into the car, and Keena grinned and started the car and drove out of the city, "Is it going well?"

Dover nodded, "What's in that box?"

He had heard those two gunshots just now, and when he walked out of the door of the bar, he had seen a crack in the wall, which was definitely not caused by an ordinary rifle. As a young man living in the Guarte neighborhood, he grew up in contact with veterans who had returned from the battlefield, and listening to their stories may be one of the few pleasures for children. In the indoctrination of these stories, most children know far more about weapons and their lethality than one might expect.

Keina still looked honest, he scratched his head, "It's a secret, you can treat it as a fishing rod!"

Dufo hammered him on the shoulder, "I really want to beat you up!"

Kina chuckled, "You can't beat me!"