When his two nephews ran back to the private room in shock, panting, red-faced, and angry, Duroc was drinking a fourth glass of wine with his fourth blind date of the month. He tried his best to maintain a natural smile, easy-going attitude, generous conversation, mature and unhurried, and tried his best to show the steady charm unique to an old man of his age. He felt good, because it seemed that this time the female companion in front of him seemed to be eating him, giggling as she talked to him.

His excitement was at an all-time high, but it was all ruined by the two damn bunnies. When he turned his head to look at the two boys who rushed in with the reckless and flamboyant push open the door of the private room, his originally happy face suddenly stretched as long as a donkey.

Old Duroc was very annoyed with his two nephews. Like most young people who are overpowered, they are masters of causing trouble and disobeying discipline. But there is no way, they are his nephews, the only pair of children of his sister, and his sister loves her children, and his sister is still very grumpy.

Old Duroc had spent a long time trying to solve this unprecedented cosmic puzzle - why was his sister grumpy, his nephews not listening to discipline, and in the end he was unlucky enough to be injured?

It doesn't matter anymore. Anyway, as a result, he had to reach out and help the two rabbits join the Stuttgard police station as trainee police officers, and personally take charge of bringing them to the official police station. On the one hand, he hated it, but at the same time he enjoyed the process, because he finally had the right reason and the right means to clean up the two little guys, and this time his sister, who had caused him a headache from childhood to adulthood, could no longer babble in his ear. It's simply wonderful.

In five years, the old Duroc would have been a police officer for thirty years. He doesn't want to say that about himself, but in Stuttgar's police history, he's definitely a legend. He began working as a police officer at the age of 20, starting as a small patrol officer, moving back and forth six times, basically covering most of the administrative district of Stuttgarh, and finally settled here, at Barblair Beach in the center of the city - and in his twenty-five years of police career, he climbed up one level, from a police officer to a police detective.

Originally, based on Old Duroc's qualifications and abilities, he should have been a police superintendent a long time ago. But his superiors didn't like him, and he didn't like his superiors. He's a troublemaker, always doing something out of the ordinary to get his goals done, and at the end of the day, he needs his superiors to clean up the mess for him. I don't know how many times this kind of thing was repeated back and forth, and old Duroc himself had been jumping around like a frog between a detective and a police officer, but he just didn't have a long memory. So in some ways, he was finished, he pressed himself to the bottom of the police world, the top of the lowest level, and he was forty-five years old, not even married, not a woman.

Then his sister could not stand it any longer, and had recently begun to babble in his ear, and began to oppress her dear brother in her usual way, and to force him to settle the matter quickly. Old Duroc was not afraid of heaven and earth, but he had nothing to do with his sister. He had no choice but to take over the task and find a way to complete it, and for this reason he forced himself to change a lot - he was not so polite when he usually drank, like some kind of fake and polite gentleman.

But now he was about to lose his instincts.

"What's wrong, Charlie, Joey?" He put the cup on the table, leaning towards his female companion, his head twisted to look at his two nephews, his well-trimmed sideburns and beard, though not long, but thick, obscuring half of his face, making it difficult to see what his expression was—but the negative temperature in his yellow and green eyes made it clear that he wasn't happy at all, "Don't tell me who the fuck you're fighting again?" ”

"No...... The ......" Charlie and Joey glanced at each other, they were about to say something urgently, but their uncle's eyes that exuded silent horror like a wolf dog that did not bark made them suddenly stuck, especially the fatal question, which made the two of them feel a little weak.

In the end, Charlie, who was still a little older, took the lead in stabilizing his mentality. He looked up and looked his uncle in the eye earnestly.

"There's a guy out there," he said, "with a gun." ”

"What?"

"There's a guy who has a gun in his hand and seems to have two magazines." Charlie recalls the special tactical belt he saw when the hem of Ed jacket was flirting, which was clearly different from a normal belt, and the two smaller vertical pockets on the other side of the waist opposite the holster, most likely the magazine sleeve.

Old Duroc's brow furrowed. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his female companion, who also had a look of surprise on her face, and turned her head to look at him. She seemed eager to see what old Duroc would do in such a situation.

Shaking his head, Old Duroc sighed inwardly, and then stood up directly.

"Take me to see it." He said to his nephews, then turned to look at him, "Rohia, you ......"

"I want to go with him!"

On a blind date with a forty-five-year-old Duroc, this woman named Lohia certainly couldn't be too young. She is thirty-one years old this year, but she is at the most mature period of a woman's life. Unlike other women of the same age, Loshia is not only very lively and outgoing, but also not ordinarily bold. As he chatted with her, old Duroc noticed that the woman, who was more than a round younger than him, seemed to be particularly interested in his tales of bullets, blood, and human life, and listened to them with great interest rather than anything else.

Based on this superficial understanding, Old Duroc was not too surprised by Lohia's reaction. He decided to take this woman out with him, on the one hand, because he was familiar with the relationship, and on the other hand, he felt that something could not happen.

Then he regretted it.

As they walked out of the hallway of the box area, Charlie and Joey pointed out to the old Duroc the man they said had a gun on him, and he was talking to an old white-haired guy next to him who looked a little down, and he looked very serious. For a moment, old Duroc narrowed his eyes, feeling that his two nephews might have finally found him something serious to do this time, and their information was finally really useful.

At first glance, Old Duroc knew he wouldn't like that guy. He had been dealing with all sorts of bastards from all walks of life in the city's underworld for over twenty years, and had developed a sixth sense that ordinary people couldn't understand, and he couldn't explain it well. The guy - it would have been fine if he hadn't focused on it, but now he could smell an unusually familiar smell from his back alone, an uncomfortably hard feeling, as if it wasn't a real living person there, but a rifle with an empty bullet, a saber stuck in his chest.

This is a guy who has killed a lot of people — many, many people — . If it's the worst-case scenario, and it's an insider member of a gangster, then he's definitely not just some ordinary button man. He is most likely a ruthless character in the gang who specializes in special related business, the kind of elegant and ruthless character who can put people on the table and eat up the poor victim's brain with a spoonful of wine.

A smile appeared on the corner of Old Duroc's mouth. He's getting a little itchy with his hands. He especially likes to have fun with this kind of friends who are not easy to mess with and not fun, and he enjoys the process every time.

Then his smile suddenly disappeared, because he saw that his two idiot nephews actually took the initiative to go up at this time - they didn't stay behind him honestly, and took the initiative to go up!

Look at their menacing appearance, as if they are deliberately looking for trouble!

"Stinky boy!"

Old Duroc haunted, but didn't immediately step forward to stop the two of them—he would have liked to, but that would have detracted from the image he had just established, and Lohia was standing beside him. That's actually good, he just took this opportunity to see if that guy was what he thought. But the next moment, something happened that no one expected.

……

"Mr. Tagbillon, greetings from the Donfrie family."

"Bang-"

The moment the gunshot rang out, for a breath of time before and after, everyone fell into a state of surprise, and everyone did not think about what was happening now and what they were experiencing.

Tabilon was surprised to be assassinated by a gunman. Old Duroc was surprised that someone shot here. Ed was also surprised that someone would jump out and shoot at his own clues at this juncture. And the most unexpected thing was the gunman himself - he found out that he had missed the shot!

At that moment, Ed, who temporarily noticed Tagyron's danger, didn't have time to think about it at all, and subconsciously kicked on Tagyron's stool from behind. Tabilon, who had just stood up, was pushed by the stool behind him, his body tilted to one side, and his head shook, just in time to dodge the bullets aimed at him by the gunman, and flew over Ed's head behind him.

The sound of music was pierced, and everyone in the store focused on the bar at the door. They all heard the gunshots, but because there was no blood yet – and because this was the Stuttgard of Titan - they were all relatively calm for the time being, not panicking, not making a mess.

But this was immediately shattered by a second gunshot. The gunman's brown pupils glanced at the bad Ed without a single hit, and then re-aimed the gun at Tabillon, quickly pulling the trigger.

"Bang-"

This time, the gunshots were followed by the muffled snort of an old man. Tabilon was shot.