I don't know if anyone has ever asked you how much risk you are willing to take for the sake of great benefit, and do something that you know is dangerous and violates morality and the law.

No one had ever asked Graff that, and it didn't matter, because he had already made up his mind. The embarrassing life of the past and the happiness that he already holds in his hands, he knows what to choose.

When a person has nothing, he doesn't care about losing and gaining, but when a person who doesn't have it does, what he fears most is loss.

The smile on his face gradually faded, and his eyes, which were always not bright, flickered coldly in the night, and as soon as he raised his hand, he pressed the policeman's hand holding the carriage.

The policeman, who had already stepped on his feet and stepped into the carriage, looked back at him with an indescribable contempt in his eyes, "What?"

Graff pulled out a roll of money from his pocket, which was the pocket money that Durin had given him, as a small compensation for the temporary requisition of the first profit. Graff didn't complain about this, because he knew that he couldn't do anything without Durin. Besides, this is not a small amount, a full hundred yuan. In addition to his eating, drinking, and finding women, there are probably more than seventy yuan left.

For ordinary people in this era, this is almost equal to the money that can be saved by saving money in a year. He took out this roll of money, and suddenly stopped ordering a few sheets, and stuffed it directly into the policeman's pocket, and patted it very gently, helping the policeman to clean up the wrinkles on the pocket.

"It's so late, Mr. Policeman is still on patrol, he must not have eaten after such a hard work, right? Why don't you go to the front restaurant and eat something, warm and warm?", Graff's tone was deliberative and somewhat flattering, but his eyes did not match what he said.

In Dühring's eyes, Graff is a bit silly, a little stupid, but that doesn't mean Graff has no social experience.

What is Society?

Society is a giant that is so strong that it is not like words, constantly slapping everyone's face, and the moment the slap of society is slapped on everyone's face, I feel pain, and that pain is social experience. Everyone has grown up in constant pumping, and has gained enough social experience to be able to hide as much as possible the moment society raises its hand.

Graff had social experience, so he handled the accident according to his own understanding, which he felt would be useful.

The greed in the policeman's eyes was brighter than the streetlights under the dim streetlights, and he knew very well that he could see the money in Graff's hand as he counted the money, at least fifty dollars. It was a judgment made by his experience, and the paper was at least fifty dollars. But the fifty pieces did not satisfy his greed, and Graff gave him fifty dollars, and he realized that the things in the carriages could bring more benefits to the big man than fifty dollars.

Maybe a few hundred, maybe a few thousand or even more. As a police officer, he knows pretty much about the gray business in Turnaire. He can almost tell which tycoon started his business on what and which boss has any unclean business under his hands. It was precisely because of this that he did not know these people, they were all new faces.

Don't underestimate the power of rules, whether it's gangs or police, they are all abiding by rules that ordinary people can't see. Each force has a fixed procedure for what method to use every time to obtain benefits, but tonight this time is definitely abnormal, no one informed him that someone is going to deliver goods on this road at night, so he feels that this is an opportunity. He's a police officer, isn't it what he's supposed to do to uphold justice and stop crime?

Completely into the carriage, the tip of the nose can smell a faint smell of wine, and the ecstasy on the policeman's face almost flashes away. Just as he knew the city well, he also knew the windfall of moonshine. It didn't take much, as long as the goods of this carriage were all returned to him, he would have no problem leaving the city immediately.

Of course, to be on the safe side, he decided to pry open a case, after all, in addition to moonshine, there was also low-alcohol fruit wine.

Under the squeezing of the baton, the wooden shelves made an unpleasant twisting sound, and his hands almost trembled as he took out a bottle of wine, then unscrewed the lid and poured it, his whole face instantly turned red.

Just as the policeman decided to eat the shipment, Graff made a decision, a very difficult one. As the carriage had stopped, and the little ones in the back had leaned over, Graff raised his head and looked at another policeman leaning against the carriage driver smoking a cigarette, and the teenagers nodded suddenly.

Graff then drew his dagger from behind his waist and stepped into the carriage.

From the moment Morris was killed, he knew that he might have taken a different path, and that one day, he would have to face such a choice.

But he doesn't regret it.

The carriage shook a few times as Graff boarded it, and the ecstatic policeman jerked back, trying to intimidate the big-faced man into swallowing the goods. The next second, before he could say anything, a sharp dagger was inserted into his eye socket and stirred.

Graff hurriedly stepped forward, hugged the limp policeman, and quietly put him aside.

Outside the car, the policeman holding the brake handle of the carriage smoked a cigarette and looked at the fine goods in the street cupboards, not knowing what to think. After taking the last puff, he dropped the cigarette butt on the ground, glanced down, stepped on it with his foot, and ran it over. When he looked up again, he found that he was surrounded by six or seven half-year-old boys. The boys' faces were a little grim, and their eyes were full of fierceness, like the dog that greeted him every night when he returned, and his eyes were green.

He had already sensed that something was wrong, and when he immediately went to pull out the pistol on his belt, the teenagers rushed over. They huddled together, and the smoking policeman slowed down his reach for his belt. His gaze slowly moved from the face of a hideous young man in front of him, and slowly looked down to his waist and abdomen.

The three daggers, all of which were inserted, were not bladed, and two of them were twisting wildly. He didn't feel much pain at this time, and when his body was suddenly injured, there would be an overreaction, which would temporarily close the transmission of pain. The fear in his eyes washed away the unspeakable things before, and when he opened his mouth to shout, one teenager immediately covered his mouth, while the other boy twitched his knife and plunged it into his throat.

In less than ten seconds, the policeman entered the carriage with the help of two or three teenagers.

With a hint of excitement in his eyes, Graff pulled the dagger out of the policeman's socket, wiped it on his clean uniform, and pulled the money out of his pocket. He spat out a mouthful of saliva before inserting the dagger back into its sheath.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted at this time, and he glanced at it, and immediately went up and dragged another "asleep" policeman on, and the carriage moved slowly again.

Except for some less obvious blood stains on the ground, even if there are witnesses, they don't necessarily dare to say anything or do anything.

This group of people even dares to kill the police, don't they dare to kill an ordinary person?

In the dim light of the street lamps, the three carriages faded into the night behind the crossroads, as if they had never stopped here at all.

After a while, a frightened passerby poked his head out of the dark alley, looked at the place where the carriage had disappeared, and shuddered.

He's just an ordinary bum, and he doesn't want to cause trouble, so he decides to get out of here.

Just as he was quickly leaving in the opposite direction, he accidentally bumped into a passer-by because of fear and panic.

At this time, there are not many pedestrians on the roads of Turnaire City, not to mention that it is not a busy section, and after eight o'clock every day, there are almost only a handful of pedestrians on the road.

He apologized, looked up, and his heart trembled, and it was a group of half-grown young people.

The young man at the head wore a peaked cap and a trench coat, and inside the open trench coat was a plaid woolen sweater.

"Be careful when you walk!", the young man said to him, and he nodded repeatedly, and the young man seemed to think of something, and took out a one-dollar bill from his pocket and stuffed it into the pocket of his jacket, "It's getting colder, go buy some clothes for the winter!"

He watched a little bewildered as the group of people walked past him, until he turned around and could no longer see them, and then he looked blankly at the one dollar bill lying quietly in his cracked pocket.