Mr. Tuckers, who was held at a gun, pulled away the pistol against his chin under Amp's surprised gaze, he straightened his clothes and calmly walked to the edge of the sofa he had just made and sat back, and Ms. Sophia's attendant also made him a cup of coffee, he took a sip, and then looked at Amp with a smile.

Amp's expression was stunned at first, he didn't expect Mr. Tux to have the courage to directly push away the muzzle of an executioner against his chin, and then his expression became suspicious, he watched Mr. Tux walk to the edge of the sofa naturally and calmly, and even when he walked behind Sophia, no one was wary of him. Finally Amp looked thoughtful, until Sophia's entourage brought Mr. Tuckers a cup of coffee.

The expression on Amp's face had become a little hideous at this time, but it quickly calmed down, and he sighed heavily, "You must not be Mr. Tuckers himself?"

Mr. "Tux" pursed his lips, took a handkerchief and wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth, he showed a very regretful, but somewhat mocking look, "Mr. Tux may be playing hide and seek with those fish at the bottom of the sea, I am indeed not Mr. Tuckers, I am a backhand arranged by Mr. Dulin, and everyone often calls me operator number two." I have confessed my identity, so should you, Mr. Lapian, confess your identity as well?"

"We're good friends, and while I'm not sure what your real name is, the name Lapuan is definitely a fake. ”

Mr. Tuckers...... No, to be precise, Mr. No. 2 is a wire buried by Doolin, a back hand. He moved from the Turnier area to Illian City and partnered with the real Mr. Tuckers to open a jewelry store for secretly melting down the gold bricks he had stolen from the Imperial Bank and selling them to all locals and outsiders.

This method of selling stolen goods is very special, the speed of making money is a little slower, but it is safer and you can make more money. In this way, there is no need to face the handling fee of up to 50% of the underground sales channels, and there is no need to consider that someone will run into the jewelry store to check whether the gold products belong to the stolen goods, and 30 million gold can be sold for a high price of nearly 45 million, Du Lin applauded his brain.

But after running the business for a while, he found a big problem, and that was Mr. Tuckers's problem. According to the original agreement between Dulin and Mr. Tuckers, Mr. Tuckers did not have much equity and did not have the right to interfere in the operation. But when everyone had a little money, about a million yuan, Mr. Tuckers thought that the jewelry store should be made into a brand, not only to expand the scope of business, but also to create an independent craftsman studio to serve the dignitaries.

In terms of normal business practices, Mr. Tuckers, a goldsmith, is very business-minded, and uses brand effect to promote luxury brands, but this is contrary to Duhring's original intention. The batch of gold in his hand was already shady, and once the size of the jewelry store became larger and the number of branches increased, those peers would come looking for trouble, and it was easy to sabotage his plans to keep a low profile for the time being. Then the two men quarreled, and Mr. Tuckers may have discovered something, and threatened him with the wrong way to use Durin gold, and demanded that Durin pay him a large sum of money to start his own business and restore the glory of the family.

So Mr. Tuckers went to the bottom of the sea to fish.

At this time, Durin also realized that he might have left a flaw, and if Mr. Tuckers could see that there was something wrong with his gold, then others would be able to see it too. So he quickly recruited four non-existent shareholders in his name and Mr. Tuckers to confuse the eyes, and at the same time sent an accountant to fish with Mr. Tuckers, and then found a qualified accountant from among the Guartes, and revised all the books.

In order to prevent someone from seizing this loophole and chasing after him in the future, Duhrin found a person who looked like Mr. Tuckers, gave him a new identity, and arranged for him to live in the Federation, and there was no more effective means than the goal being his own people! At that time, Duhrin gave him a target of ten years, if no one came to catch this loophole within ten years, then Mr. "Tuckers" could come back, but I didn't expect that someone really chased this loophole, and it was two people, this is the real windfall.

In fact, the second time someone was chasing this line, that is, when Amp, who claimed to be Lapuan, was tracking this line, Durin had already sold Illian's jewelry store to an outsider, and all the ledgers had been approved for destruction after checking the taxes, and had completely disappeared.

At this time, Amp finally came to his senses, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud, "I know that this bastard Doolin always makes people have a kind of surprise, how did he come up with the idea of doing this?", there is no need for the fake Mr. Tuckers to answer, and there is no need for Ms. Sophia to answer, Amp showed a mischievous smile like a child, "He gave me a surprise, but I also have a surprise for him, can you help me make a call to Mr. Doolin?"

Mr. "Taks" nodded, "Of course, but not here!", and said to Sophia, "Mr. Lapuan seems to have invited Miss Alyssa here, so I'll leave the rest to you, try not to let her know what's going on......"

Soon, Mr. "Tuckers" drove with Amp and several gunmen to a warehouse on the outskirts of Montel, outside which there was a public telephone booth, and Mr. "Tuckers" went in first to dial Doolin's phone.

Soon, Durin, who received the call, changed his clothes, walked out of the villa, rode a bicycle for about a mile or so, found a phone booth, and dialed the phone back.

"It's me!", Durin said the moment the call was connected, but he didn't say his name.

On the other end of the phone, Amp laughed again, a voice he knew all too well, not only had he heard Dührin say it up close, but he had also heard it on the phone, and he had also listened to Dürin's call, a voice he couldn't be more familiar with. But after the laughter, he sighed and said the same thing, "It's me!"

There was a dead silence on both ends of the phone for a moment, and it was about two minutes before Durin asked, "I heard my brother say that you were going to surprise me, and to be honest, it was not a surprise at all, it was purely a fright. But I still want to congratulate you, Mr. Ample, on your return from hell to earth, isn't the foul air unusually sweet? And you seem to have the strength to continue to trouble me, may I ask why?"

Napu was very interested in chatting, and he immediately replied, "Of course, you are not dead, how can I be willing to suffer in hell alone, so I have returned." As for why they are chasing you, because the answer is very simple, you have made justice dusty, you have made justice unbalanced, Durin, you are the biggest cancer in the empire, if you can't make you fall to the law, the devil knows what you can do!"

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Durin pursed his lips, "Very satisfied, but Mr. Amp, I need to warn you that you lost another game without my knowledge, is this what you call a way to get back to justice?"

Irp didn't care at all about Durin's taunt, he changed his posture and leaned against the phone booth, his face ruddy and his expression excited, "Do you remember what I said to you last time? Justice will definitely come, it's only a matter of time." If I can't do it, I'm sure someone can. ”

This sentence is very sad and reminds me of the time when I went to your grave to lay flowers for you. Durin took out a cigarette and lit one, and after a brief silence, he spoke again, "Mr. Ample, I have great respect for your personal abilities, you are the second member I invited, besides Kevin, who is not of Gualt blood, but can really enter my core position. The last time you turned me down, I'm inviting you again now, I need your ability to work for me, is that okay?"

Doolin is really optimistic about Amp, and Amp and Kevin are two kinds of people, and they specialize in different fields. Kevin is the kind of person who you give him a sentence and tell him that you are innocent, and he will be able to win the lawsuit for you, even if he uses dirty and dirty means, it will definitely not be a psychological burden for him, it can be said that Kevin is a shameless and bold person with a thick heart. Kevin is invincible in the legal field, but outside of the law, he doesn't necessarily have a good time.

Amp is different, he is very detail-oriented, has keen observation and high patience, he can start from some subtleties to find something different, his analytical skills are very strong, although the execution ability is a bit poor, but it is undeniable that this is definitely a good hand at making a plan to check and fill in the gaps. With him, some of Doolin's plans can be more perfect, and the most important thing is that Amp is not biased, and he can do any job, not necessarily only in law and policing.

For about three minutes, no one spoke, and Durin spat out a faint smoke and waited for Amp's answer. As long as Amp can agree, he can make Amp trust him, work with a guy like Amp who is a bit stubborn and old-fashioned, and very hot-blooded, as long as he helps him find the direction of the truth, he can exert 100% motivation. Doolin believes he can be Amp's mentor to a new path in life, and he is an expert in this area.

After three minutes, Ampe's voice calmed down, "I'm so grateful that you still appreciate me so much to this day, but I need to tell you something, Mr. Doolin. ”

"I'm a cop, you're a thief, we're always two sides of the same coin, and that's how we end. ”

Durin snuffed out the cigarette butt and threw it on the ground, smiling, whether Amp could see it or not, "Very sorry, Mr. Amp, very sorry. I respect your choice, it is your right. To be honest, I'm very happy today because we said a few more things, because we're the same people we used to be. ”

"It's getting late, Mr. Amp, and if I have the chance, I hope we can sit down and have a good talk, and say hello to my friends on my behalf, and tell them to wait, and that I will see them soon." ”

"Goodbye!"

Amp glanced at the hung phone, shook his head and sent the receiver back to the landline, then looked out of the phone booth.

Mr. "Tuckers" had his back to him, and the five gunmen had already drawn their pistols, and time seemed to slow down at this moment. Amp pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, and the flint-rolling sparks lit the core of the kerosene, and the flames danced like a bewitched girl writhing around his palm. He raised his head slightly, which made the forehead lines on his forehead layer upon layer, and he saw the muzzles of the guns constantly spewing steam, and bullets whistling slowly towards him.

He didn't have any desire to dodge, and he took a deep breath of his cigarette, the smoke swirling in the lobes of his lungs, the smell that annoyed him a little but attracted him made his eyes narrow. The first bullet pierced Polly, a large crack appeared in the glass of the phone booth, and he flicked the cigarette ash. The soot that rolled down about a foot in front of his chest was just concentrated by a bullet, and it suddenly turned into a cloud of dust. He took another deep puff of his cigarette, and the bullet slammed into his chest, causing his chest to sink in, forcing him to spit out the cigarette he had just inhaled.

At this moment, the power is like water in a broken bucket, quickly draining, the cigarette butt slowly swirls and falls in the air, and the surrounding gunfire forms a sonorous movement, just like his character.

By the time the gunfire stopped, he was already lying in the phone booth, his life about to leave him, his mouth spitting blood, his eyes resting on the cigarette in his hand. He touched the cigarette lightly with his fingers, trying to pick it up, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. I don't have any strength in my body anymore, and it's hard to breathe, maybe ...... No, this time it's really dead.

A shadow blocked out the light, and he saw a familiar pair of leather boots, which were those of Mr. "Tuckers".

"Tux" had already walked over, he bent down to pick up the cigarette on the ground, and stuffed it into Amp's mouth, Amp squeezed out a smile, his mouth moved, although he didn't make a sound, but Mr. "Tux" knew, he was saying thank you.

Seeing Amp's eyes begin to close slowly and uncontrollably, Mr. "Tux" shook his head. He hated and even hated Amp because He wanted to investigate the Messiah, but he also sympathized with and even admired Amp, a man who had his own pursuits and was very persistent.

One last glance at Amp, who had completely stopped breathing, Mr. "Tuckers" got into the car and quickly disappeared into the night.

May there be no strife in your kingdom of heaven!

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