Klaus had a gun in his pocket, but under the dim street lamp he didn't know if the other party had a gun in his hand, whether it was already pointed at him, the man stood very cleverly at the edge of the direct illumination of the light, the street lamp was like the most perfect camouflage, separating the two worlds, but leaving the guy in the shadows.

Both of them kept their movements, neither of them made any other moves, staring at each other through the boundaries of light and darkness, time in this second, here, has lost its meaning.

After about a dozen seconds, or tens of seconds, or a few minutes, Klaus raised his chin slightly, he didn't want to show a timid expression, and maintaining his courage at such a time would be of great help to what might happen next.

"Who are you, and who sent you?", Klaus turned to face the guy, he slowly bent down, placed the suitcase on the ground, and unlocked the suitcase. He moved the suitcase in front of him, and with a slight push, he fell to the ground. The suitcase was shaken and there were some subtle changes, and with the action of the reeds, the suitcase slowly opened.

There were a few small metal boxes inside, and I don't know what they contained, but the most striking thing was the already somewhat messy cash on the side. All of them are cash in denominations of 20 yuan, and they have not even taken off the bank's seals, there are 10 bundles, 20,000 yuan!

"I don't know who you are or who invited you, but I believe I have more money here than I can imagine. Friend, give me a chance, and give yourself a chance, there is also a checkbook in it, which has already been signed, and the maximum limit is two thousand. I'm not going to write off this checkbook, a hundred, two hundred and twenty thousand are yours!", he slowed his tone as much as he could, so that he didn't look threatening.

"As long as you stand here, and when I get out of the alley, you can chase me again, why don't you give yourself a chance, and give me a chance?", Klaus beads of sweat rolled down his sideburns and rolled down his well-groomed cheeks to his chin. More and more sweat accumulated along the "river" that the former waded out, and the bead of sweat finally couldn't bear any more weight, lost its grip, and dripped down his chin.

A small bead of sweat set off a small splash on the damp ground in the alley, and a car passed by quickly outside the alley, and the driver didn't seem to notice what was happening inside.

The windows on the upper floor of the apartment were slammed shut, and an old voice came to my ears, as if swearing something.

Everything was like countless calm and boring nights, but today something less ordinary happened.

"After I die, the bank will freeze my account as soon as possible, and if there is no heir, the money will be swallowed by the bank forever, 20,000, or 220,000, this doesn't need to be considered!", Klaus kindly reminded this guy who might be a killer, if he killed himself, then he couldn't get the 200,000 in the bank.

The increasing amount of sweat made Klaus feel uncomfortable, and he wanted to tear open his neckline and take a big breath, but he was afraid that one of his too big gestures would cause the person to misunderstand. He knew that he had the capital to negotiate just by putting his hand in his pocket, but he couldn't, even if his hand was less than a foot away from his pocket.

After a long, tormented wait, the man spoke.

"You have done things that you should not have done, and you have said things that you should not have said, and Mr. Durin hopes that you will remember this lesson!"

Does this sentence sound like forgiveness of yourself?

As soon as the surprise on Klaus's face appeared, a gunshot rang out in his ears, and his eyes blinked uncontrollably and quickly under the stimulation of the gunshot, and his body shook violently. He slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest, which had a small wound. It took several seconds for the blood to spill out, staining the waiter's shirt he had stolen from the damn place.

He raised his right hand and touched the wound, and placed his finger closer to his eye, the fresh blood was not sticky, but a little thin, like red ink. He felt the power in his body passing through this small wound at a rapid pace, being drained by some unknown great force. His legs could no longer support his body, and he fell to the ground. Breathing became rapid due to fear, and a powerful force inexplicably surged out of his body.

This power gave him the illusion that he was fine, that he could still stand up, run and jump, and defeat the killer. His five senses became more sensitive as a result, and he heard footsteps, and his eyes widened to see a man with a cap, and he was standing beside him. Through this angle, he could see a pair of cold eyes, and he opened his mouth to say something, and a coughing desire interrupted his urge to speak.

Poof, the blood mist bloomed in this secluded alley, the old man who had been screaming closed his mouth, the old bed that kept shaking and squeaking seemed to be firm, the guy raised the gun, pointed it at his face, and the fingers on the trigger gently tightened .......

Durin only stayed in Ordor for three days before leaving there and returning to Otis City, where there were still many things to attend to, and it was difficult for him to stay outside for too long.

When he returned to Otis, it was Monday, nine days after he left.

As soon as he woke up early in the morning, Dove was already ready for breakfast, he had just taken a bite, remembered something, and immediately asked, "How is the new town hall being built?"

The new town hall was sketched according to Dühring's idea and the designers he had brought in from the imperial capital, and it looked very imposing, with a total of five floors and an area of about 1,500 square meters, excluding gardens and courtyards. The style is based on an ancient style called "Ya", which is said to have been a great empire thousands of years ago, but was torn apart by civil war and finally came to an end.

This style is generally described as atmospheric, six pillars that need to be hugged by three people at the entrance are enough to dislocate many people's jaws, the whole building is not luxurious, but you can feel a kind of weight of heaviness, and majesty.

It is said that the province Ya claims to be a descendant of "Ya", as for whether it is really unclear, but from their building style there is no "Ya" any connection, it may be "shrinking"!

The construction period of such a building would take at least half a year if calculated according to the world in the dream world, but it doesn't take that long here. With the birth of the AT-1 magic transformation construction machinery, many projects that require manpower, material resources and time have been greatly shortened. The pillar, for example, took half a month to transport from the west, but it took less than a morning to transport it from the station to the new town hall and erect it.

Two construction machinery can fully pick up the pillar and walk, thanks to those weapons developers, without their upgrading, everyone can not enjoy the utility brought by this construction machinery.

The entire construction plan took two months to complete, and so far there are thirty-seven days, and twenty-four days to go for two months. In addition to the interior decoration, the main project should have been completed.

Sometimes Durin also felt that it was magical, maybe it was too much influence from the dream, and he always felt that it might take a long time to do it.

Miss Natalie said that it would be completed in about half a month, thanks to the help of many people in the area. Dove added some milk to Doolin, and for this milk she asked Doolin to bring some cows from out of town. Cows are not raised locally, one of which is that people here don't seem to be very interested in milk, mainly because there may be a lack of young people. Secondly, the economic value of dairy cows here is much less than that of beef cattle, so there is no one to raise them.

Durin nodded, he knew it.

If anyone is most happy about the big construction of Otis City, it must be the locals, in addition to the change of the city will allow them to enjoy all the things of a developed city, and also provide more job opportunities. For example, to build a house, in other places it is a daily wage of five days, but here there are people who are willing to do it as long as one two or even one piece. Under the premise that the financial pressure is less than that of other places, it is natural to hire more workers to build together, and the construction period will naturally be much faster.

During this time, Garfield also complained to him that he was really busy, because he was not only one of the big landowners in Otis City, but also a friend of the mayor, so many people ordered steel from Garfield in order to get acquainted. This made him miserable and happy, and he contacted the steel mill all day long, and a large number of acquisitions were just resold and sold, although the profit of a single piece decreased, but the overall revenue was rising.

The city is changing day by day, and Durin's heart is also full of a sense of accomplishment.

He used to think it didn't mean much to be a mayor, but watching the city come to life in his own hands was like a father looking at his own children, even though he had no children.

The application of the workers' union was already on Dühring's desk, and the first thing he saw was the document that the workers' union intended to buy a plot of land for the construction of the union's buildings, including the main building and the building for recreation and meetings, which was calculated as 5,000 square meters on the ground base. After reading it, Durin directly stabbed him from the middle, and wrote his opinion, which should not exceed 2,500 square meters at most, and the city of Otis does not sell the ownership of the land to the outside world, but only sells the right to use it for a period of thirty years.

It was perfect, he signed his name satisfied, and then threw the document aside, wanting to buy his own land?

Hehe!