The lid was slowly pushed open, and the delicate flowers of various colors surrounded a bloodless head, and there was a hole in the door of the head, and a flower was inserted in the hole, this flower was a faint pink, more eye-catching than other flowers, and more special.

It was evident that Mr. Todd's former secretary had been shot dead in the back of the head, and the young man who opened the box was shocked by this somewhat eerie image, and took several steps back as if he had seen an evil spirit. When he had settled down a little, he turned to Mr. Todd on the balcony with some shame, and asked him if he wanted to throw it away.

Mr. Todd didn't show any expression of horror, only a deep look of disgust on his face, and he waved his hand to have the head put back up and send it to the cemetery in Namirin Fields to be buried.

Many years ago, Mr. Todd executed a number of people for the Earl of Linders, some on the gallows, who tended to have some social status, and during the reign of the aristocracy, hanging was actually a form of execution that symbolized status. As for the common people, they were all decapitated.

To this day, he could not forget the moment when he gave the order, the executioner raised his high axe, and then cut it down with great force. The blood flew out of the top of the head, and a blood flower exploded, and everything before his life was reduced to zero. All his ambitions started from that moment, he was unwilling to let others control his own destiny, he wanted to be the one who controlled the destiny of others.

He turned into the room with a dark face, stood on the balcony and lit a cigarette. At his level, there are not many opportunities to smoke, and more often than not, he consumes Promised Land, a stress-relieving item loved by high society. He needs cigarettes now, he doesn't want pleasure.

Dührin killed his former secretary, which means that Doolin may already know that the fake tokens came from him. He thought about it, and there was basically no evidence left in the whole matter, and the contact between him and the former secretary was also through the telephone, without any written documents. So it was impossible for Doolin to have any substantial evidence against him, and the only thing that made him unsure was how big of the farce Doolin intended to make.

Something that could have been sat down and negotiated made him smell of blood all over the world.

He hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone and called Louie. After the end of the previous secretary, there was another person who was more involved, that is, his illegitimate son Louie. He has no affection for Louie, like his superiors and subordinates surpass father and son.

"I'm Todd. ”

Hearing this familiar and unfamiliar voice in the earpiece, Louis thought that he had misheard, when would this "father" take the initiative to call him? He would tell his former secretary about almost everything, and he never disdained or would call himself personally. He immediately sat up straight, with some humility, just as Mr. Todd treated Louis as if he were a subordinate, and Louis treated Mr. Todd as if he were his own superior.

"Mr. Mayor, what do you command?", he was careful with his words, everything he has today comes from this man, he is no longer his own when he was a child, he does not hate this biological father at all, as long as he can make his life a little better, he feels that dignity and the like can be temporarily abandoned.

Todd didn't talk nonsense with him, and directly said clearly, "Leave Namirinders immediately, go alone, go west, I have friends over there." Before Louis could ask why, Mr. Todd hung up. He looked at the earpiece in his hand and was a little confused, but he was used to following orders, and he immediately began to pack his things.

Some change, probably a few hundred dollars, as well as a few pieces of clothing and two finger-thick gold bars, which he hid in the compartment of his travel bag, which would be his life-saving money in case of an accident. He ignored the woman who had already taken off half of her clothes on the bed, opened the standing cabinet, and took out two pistols from it. One pinned to the back of the waist, and the other into the pocket of the jacket.

He could hear Mr. Todd's impatience, so he had to race against the clock.

Before leaving the room, he glanced back at the wall clock on the wall, four fifty-eight.

At half past five in the evening, there will be a train heading west, and there is still time. He rushed out of the door and pushed into the elevator, then quickly rushed to the street, got into the car parked outside the apartment building, took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole and twisted the key in a little panic, when the sound of the car trembled slightly, and the sound of steam exhaust could be faintly heard, he put his foot on the pedal of the power cabin.

The screeching sound of brakes in his ears brought his movements to a moment's pause, and a car stopped diagonally in front of his car, just blocking his way, and another car parked side by side with him. Louis leaned his upper body out of the window and made a very unruly gesture, "Shit, you have to wait for me to get out of the parking space, right?"

He lives in the downtown area and has very few parking spaces. Unlike his biological father and the wealthy people, who were not used to living in secluded upscale neighborhoods, he preferred these apartments in the centre of Namirinders. From the building, it is the center of the city, and it is also the downtown area, and he can enjoy the life he likes anytime and anywhere, he loves it.

The management company of the apartment also provides room service just like a hotel, you only need to leave your valuables in the storage room where the tenant has the key, hang the cleaning sign on the doorknob when you leave, and then hand the spare key to the service desk on the first floor, and the service staff will clean every inch of the room for him, and take the clothes packed in the washing bag to be washed.

Of course, these services are all costly, ten dollars a month. It's a good fit for a lazy guy like him.

In the next second, two gun barrels poked out of the car window, and the continuous spewing steam instantly blurred the vision between each other. Louis subconsciously stepped on the pedal of the power compartment, and the car slammed forward, and he shook backwards, and the car stopped again.

He lowered his head, looked at the dense bullet holes on his chest, and touched the neck that had been pierced by a shot, blood stained his palm, and life was leaving him quickly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a guy in a trench coat, hat, and sunglasses step out of the car and drop a bag of shiny silver in the car. He knew those things, which were the tokens he had made during this time, five hundred denomination tokens.

In the last seconds of his life, his vision had dimmed and he could breathe as if he were breathing, when he heard a word.

"Mr. Dohrin asked me to say hello!"

There were several homicides in the city, and the entire police station was so busy that the operators in the hall barely had a minute off. As soon as the phone was put down, the ringtone rang quickly.

Either someone here was assassinated in the street, or a house there caught fire, or someone's wallet was taken away by a couple of young men. The city, which had been quiet for almost a week, suddenly became lively on the last night of the week, as if these people had made an appointment to commit crimes collectively on this day, at this time. There are constantly police cars carrying police officers out of police stations, and the number of police officers in police stations on weekends will not be very large in themselves, and now it will be even less.

Except for a few clerks and operators, there are only six or seven police officers who are at their posts.

At this moment, a young man in the postman's uniform walked in with a handbag, he was wearing a peaked cap with a low brim, but the postman's appearance could still be seen from the perspective of the receptionist. He was handsome, and the first and only thought of the operator lady at this time.

"Hello, beautiful lady, here's a mailing package for ......," the young postman said, reading the message on the handbag, "addressed to the chief of police and asked for his own signature." ”

Originally, the postman's job was over, and the operator would notify the police chief, who would then sign on her behalf. But just as she was about to say something, the phone rang again, and she smiled apologetically and picked up the phone.

The postman pointed to the closed door, and the operator hesitated, but finally nodded, she was really busy, and the young man didn't look like a bad person.

The young man smiled at her, making her feel a little hot in her cheeks.

At this time, the police chief was anxiously on the phone, and all kinds of emergencies in the city had affected the normal life of the residents, and there were constantly complaints to the police department, and even the state police investigation department, and his boss was seeking his explanation for why there were so many cases in Namirinders all of a sudden.

There was a knock on the door, and he came in with a microphone in his hand, and then watched with some surprise as a postman walked in with a handbag. He soon ignored the young postman, but stood up, stood sideways by the window, looked out at the scenery, and explained something in a low voice.

He saw the young man take out a slip and a pen, and motioned for him to sign, and the moment he walked over to pick up the pen and lowered his head at the place where the postman was pointing, the earpiece in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. He slowly raised his hands and maintained a bent posture, and many beads of sweat suddenly leaked from his smooth forehead.

"Mr. Dohrin asked me to say hello!"

The young postman had a gun in his hand and pointed it at his head.

The next moment, with a soft sound from Xiu, the police chief lay heavily on the table, and then slid to the bottom of the table.

The young man took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood stains on his chest, then straightened his hat, and casually poured the silver-white tokens in his handbag with a five-white denomination on the dead police chief, and calmly left the police station.