The entertainment in this world is relatively monotonous, except for going to those entertainment venues, there is no such thing as a television, and ordinary people can only find some fun for themselves except for newspapers. Most farmers will be like Mr. Kersma, and try to have as many children as they can when they are still active.

Maybe the truest thoughts in his heart are the opposite, but the problem is that he doesn't know how to do that kind of thing in a safe way to avoid letting one little life after another come into this world. He didn't like sticky casings with the smell of animal entrails, so he gave birth to a lot of children, and he lied - more children would be able to support the family.

So Doolin went to bed early.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Graff and the others returned, and Durin had already fallen asleep in a warm bed. I have to say that although the Hunn family is already poor, their home is still good, especially the quilts and beds. The cushions and quilts on the bed still have a faint fragrance, which should be their lovely little daughter's.

Speaking of little girls, they should still be diving, right?

Just as Durin was dreaming of something messy and getting caught up in it, a knock on the door startled him. He turned over vigilantly, pulled out the sharp knife pressed under the bed, and clenched it tightly in his hand.

"Who is it?", his voice was calm, without the slightest panic or nervousness, he quietly got out of bed, put on a dress, and stood outside the bedroom door.

His familiar voice soon came from outside the door, "It's me, are you already asleep?", Graff's voice is very distinctive, the voice is a little duller than the others, I don't know if the voice of the big man is almost like this.

Durin pinned the knife to the waistband of his trousers behind him, opened the door, and looked at Graff, who had not yet had time to change his clothes. He looked Graff up and down before asking, "Why don't you go to bed and come to me?"

Graff didn't know how to speak, scratched his head, and after a while, he said angrily, "Two policemen were killed on the way, and some people who were following us were arrested. ”

Durin's sleepiness was washed away between Graff's words, and he turned to go back to change his clothes and walked out. As the two walked outside, Graff recounted everything that had happened from afternoon to evening. As for Graff's decision and choice, Durin felt that there was nothing wrong with it. It doesn't matter if you indulge the cops and lose a batch of alcohol, but it can only cultivate their growing greed, and finally become a bottomless pit.

As long as no one sees, no evidence, no murder weapon, no corpse, it is difficult to determine who is guilty in a trial with the technology of this era.

He got dressed and walked with Graff out of the house, and as soon as Graff finished talking about the night's dealing, Durin realized at once that it had only taken a few days for their wine to alarm the forces in Turner. In fact, it's normal to think about it, a high degree of moonshine may be the only income for gangs or forces nested in such a small city.

Now that someone has moved their income, it is equivalent to putting a knife on their neck, and they either choose to kneel and beg for mercy or choose to fight to the death. Thinking about it, they were already standing at their mouths, and outside the door knelt three dejected fellows, their hands tied behind their backs and their feet together.

Hearing the footsteps, the three men looked up, each with a stunned expression in their eyes. Before they came, there was a simple guess about what kind of people would dare to sell things that shouldn't be in the market to bars without saying hello.

Maybe it's a ruthless old man with a hooked nose who looks at someone as if he wants to eat them.

Perhaps a glamorous middle-aged man, like most tycoons who started out in illegal business, dressed in decent clothes and with the air of an upper-class elite.

Maybe......

But the only thing that couldn't have been such a person, a teenager who looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old. Why did he have the courage to go against the Big Three? Where did he get all this moonshine dealing? One question after another came to their minds, but when they looked around, they couldn't help but shudder.

There were more than a dozen young people around them, all of them like the young man in front of them, all half-grown boys, and some of them still had some black fluff on their lips!

"Who asked you to come?", Durin threw a cigarette to Dover, he did a good job this time, the main thing is that he can think, which is good and important. Whether it is a gang, a force, or a company, we need people who can think to do things, and people who can think are talents, and all businesses need talents.

Dover reached out his hands to catch the cigarette, walked two steps to Durin's side, took out a match and swiped it on his pants, and with a snort, the white phosphorus accumulated enough heat in the brief friction to burn. Suddenly, the light of the fire illuminated the side of Durin, simple, ordinary, but also with a hint of indescribable taste.

As a thick, choking puff of white smoke rose, Durin took two puffs and exhaled a faint puff of smoke.

The three people who were kneeling on the ground, you look at me, I look at you, they all kept silent, they didn't believe what these young people would do to them. Before carrying out this mission, the captain told them that their opponents this time were a group of rookies who had just entered the industry, and there was not much danger. After meeting this "boss" and his main "backbone" members, they believe even more in what the captain says, these people are not dangerous.

They may not have killed anyone, they may just threaten and then have to let them go.

Of course, there is a more important reason, and that is that they dare not say it.

Woodcutter Wood's behavior is almost universally known in the gang in Turnaire City, and he is a man who will go crazy if he doesn't agree with him. Under normal circumstances, he behaves like a gentle gentleman, even if he does something slightly unsatisfactory, he will only say a few words of encouragement with a straight face, even if it is over. But when someone or something really angers him, he explodes.

It's like being mentally ill, crazy, bloody, brutal!

Unfortunately, betrayal is one of the conditions that triggers him to go berserk.

In the face of silence, Durin was not surprised.

He doesn't have a name of his own in the city, it's not as well-known as the big guys, and people don't fear him. His right hand slowly touched the sharp knife stuck in his back, he intended to teach these people what fear was with blood and pain. But it was at this point that Graff's muscular brain was back to normal once more—when he had said that he had killed the policeman who had almost spotted them transporting moonshine, Durin thought he was a little out of his mind, because he had become a little smarter.

Now, he's normal again. He took the pistol out of his pocket, "With this, this is kind of fun." ”

Firearms are controlled in the Shining Star Empire, and a lot of resentment has accumulated in the Shining Star Empire's conquest of other kingdoms and races. Therefore, the upper echelons of the Ogatin do not want to see other races can buy weapons freely, so the empire has control measures for firearms and weapons. Of course, like many laws that have been treated as backdoors, such controls have become a dead letter, but in a small part of Turnaire City, firearms are still relatively rare.

First, there is no great use, there are no huge interests here that make people blush, and there is a need to use such things as guns to snatch and conquer. Secondly, the order in Turnaire City is not bad, after a short period of chaos after the war, and then a new order is drawn up, everyone silently follows the rules, and there is no need to use such things as firearms.

When Graff took out the gun, the lives of the three kneeling people had actually come to an end in advance, and Durin would not let them live.

Because...... Graff and others, killed two policemen.

As soon as the news of the disappearance of the police spread, the three guys who saw the pistol, and who had not shown any surprised expression at this time, wondered if there was something wrong with the pistol in their hand. They didn't need anyone else to do anything, they just had to tell the police chief the news, and Durin and they could only choose to give up everything and flee immediately.

The corners of Durin's mouth twitched, in fact, he didn't intend to kill these people in the last second. What he wants is to make money, to rise, not to kill! He is willing to join the game in a more peaceful way, to be a part of the game, and to do that, someone has to spread the word to the people behind him. But now, it's not possible.

He took the pistol and flipped it in his hand, and Graff briefly explained how to use it, and Durin immediately understood. He opened the safety and pushed the Yao Crystal Chamber into the catalyst, and the handshake of the pistol immediately began to heat up, which was a hint that the charge had been completed.

He walked up to the first person, lifted the man's chin with the muzzle of the gun, and then pressed the muzzle of the gun against his head, so calm that it was like a conversation between friends, "Say something I want to hear, you live, they die." ”