Godor was angry and terrified at this time, he couldn't believe that Plando would actually trick him into standing by the window and telling him that the big boss's man was coming, and he couldn't believe that Plando would not hesitate to take out his pistol and shoot him. This shot will not kill him, and a shoulder injury can hardly threaten a person's life, which is the knowledge he has mastered through countless practices. He could clearly feel that he had been shot in the shoulder, and it was because of the tremendous force of the bullet in the shoulder that he lost his balance - by the window.

The fear of leaning and being stuck in the air kept Godol struggling, but it also quickened his fall out of the window. He rolled and fell out of the window, the wind whistling in his ear and sneering, like the tycoons with disdain in their eyes, making him particularly unhappy. The breath of the earth was getting thicker and thicker, and he had already smelled a trace of earth in the frantic wind, and the next second, with a snap, everything was calm.

People watched in horror as Godol, who was stepping on his heels and had broken his head, twisted and tilted slowly, and then snapped to the ground. Even if Godol's head was hard enough, when his heels could step on the back of his head, his end was already sealed.

The blood splattered far away, and some white flowers scattered like milk that had been under the bed for a few days in the middle of summer, and rolled out far away, stained with dust and mud. The red of the hot blood pierced the black and white images, and after a brief dead silence, people erupted in screams and angry screams.

Godol is dead!

With a grim expression, Plando walked to the window, and inserted his pistol into its holster, cutting off the last trace of pity in his eyes with his fierceness. He kept looking at Godor who was paralyzed on the ground like a pile of rotten meat, and the only thing left in his heart gradually disappeared. He felt that it was not the boss's fault, nor his own, but that it was Godor himself. He's not angry, is he?

We are just tools, and when the tools are not in our hands, we can only change them.

"I didn't expect that, did I?"

The slight sound was like the sound of the wind when Godol fell from the window, and Plando's heart trembled, wondering if there was such a process when Godol fell. His scalp was slightly numb, the back of his neck was stiff, and he pulled out the pistol he had just inserted into his holster. But before he could turn around, an arm pressed against his shoulder.

He saw a side face, it was the guy Seon. At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and his eyes gradually narrowed, his gaze sinister and fierce. Just as he was about to make a decision, Xiun turned his head and looked at him, meeting his gaze.

"You want to blame me?", Xiun laughed, "maybe it's really interesting?"

Plando, who was called out of his mind, was like being poured with a bucket of cold water, he did have this idea, if Xiun forced Godol to death in order to get some information, this is undoubtedly the most perfect ending, and people will make up enough motives for all this - Xiun is an agent of the Police Investigation Bureau stationed in Turnell City, maybe he saw an opportunity to return to the center from Godol, and cruelly extorted a confession from Godor despite the obstruction of others. In the face of Xiu's brutal torture, Godor chose to use death to keep the secret in his stomach, so he took the initiative to jump from the stairs.

First of all, Plando can clean up his troubles, and at the same time, he can let the big boss know that he is really doing his work, and at the same time, he can push Xiun to the opposite side of some big bosses, right?

On the surface, Xiun seems to have nothing to do, either fooling around with the hot girls or getting drunk all day long, but Plando has never let down his guard and vigilance against Xiune. He can pretend not to know about small things, and let Xiuen mess around, such as stealing his wine and drinking, such as stealing his paradise, but in big things, he is absolutely strictly guarded. Even Plando sometimes wondered if the way he looked was or if he was waiting for his moment.

After all, Xiuen has been a big man and has done big things, and he must be unwilling to be relegated to such a place, so that no one thinks that Turnell, a city that belongs to the old party's sphere of influence, is a breakthrough point to break through the defense of the old party in Canres State?

It's not impossible, if he can take advantage of this opportunity to get Xiuen into it again, his superiors, whether they exist or not, will definitely be disappointed in him and abandon him, and he will gradually disappear from people's sight until he disappears forever.

The plan was perfect, at least for the first second, but after being told by Seun, Plando didn't think so.

"How can you think like that, we are friends!", Plando inserted the pistol back into the pouch, and the smile on his face was like a flower blooming in the middle of summer, shining brightly to reflect the sun.

Seun patted him meaningfully on the shoulder, leaned over to look downstairs, and at that moment Plando had an almost irrepressible urge to push Seun down as well. But in the end, he didn't dare to do it, because Xiuen was really different.

The Imperial Garrison and Defense Investigation Bureau is different from other institutions, in fact, since the feudal imperial period, there has been an unspeakable situation in the empire, that is, the vast majority of regions have a tendency to get rid of central control, faintly independent, but not really independent. At that time, the power of the aristocracy was too strong, and the history of each nobleman ruling a region can often be traced back to five or six hundred years ago.

During such long reigns, the people living in the aristocratic realms tended to recognize only the rule of the nobility over them, not from the emperor's rule. In order to change this situation, which made the royal family begin to feel fear, so the predecessor of the Imperial Security Investigation Bureau was born, the Imperial Emergency Task Force. Officially, the work of this team is to deal with the rescue work of some natural disasters, as well as the prevention of natural disasters.

However, the actual function is to monitor the nobles in various places, and once a nobleman has signs of independence or rebellion, it is necessary to assassinate the nobleman as quickly as possible. The Imperial Emergency Task Force has completed many missions over a period of more than 100 years, the most surprising of which is the death of the former Imperial Duke Gvalen. In the newspapers and the official version, the Duke of Gvalen took his family on a wild outing after a rainstorm, accidentally ran into a mudslide, and then the family returned to the arms of God.

The Einsatzgruppen rescued Gvalen's grandson from the disaster, and for more than 20 years, the duke's grandson died early because of his proficiency in eating, drinking, prostitution, and gambling, completely burying the surname Gvalen. As for the truth, it no longer matters, the important thing is that the deterrent nature of this department has long taken root in the hearts of many bigwigs.

After the "rebellion" of the New Party, the Imperial Emergency Task Force was not banned, but was completely absorbed by the Imperial Garrison and Defense Investigation Bureau, so much so that there was such a saying that the "rebellion" of the New Party was actually acquiesced by the emperor and the imperial family, and their purpose was to change the increasingly dangerous situation and avoid the collapse of the empire. As mentioned above, it doesn't matter what the truth is, what matters is that Plando knows very well that even if Xiun is a bastard, he can't do anything to Xiune.

Once Xiuen died, the Police Investigation Bureau would never send another person, and it was possible that the "scavengers" would come.