In the face of hot weapons, not everyone has the courage to continue to rush forward with cold weapons, without firm faith, without the courage to sacrifice their lives, the fear brought by death will be infinitely magnified. More than a dozen gang members in strange costumes were like someone pressed the pause button, and they did not dare to make any drastic movements, for fear of causing a misunderstanding of the other party and thus taking their lives away by a bullet.

The mad dog Visen's footsteps also stopped, he felt his heart beating wildly with unprecedented speed and strength, and when he faced tens of thousands of enemies alone, he was not as panicked as now!

Well, he lied. His biggest record is a one-on-two and then a beating, but he is very good at exaggerating his abilities and results, so there are always some people who believe that he is a strong player.

At this time, there was only one thought in Weisen's mind, compared to his own "mad dog", the three guys on the other side were mad dogs, right? Although this is not the center of the city, it is also next to the city center! The nature of the use of firearms here is definitely greater than the nature of the use of firearms in the suburbs and the countryside. They're not going to shoot, are they? Definitely not, they're just bluffing, trying to scare themselves!

He pumped himself up as he did his best to control his trembling legs, and he tightened his sphincter so hard that the surging urge of urine would stain his favorite pants.

One drop.

Visen swore that only a drop of liquid was squeezed out uncontrollably, and just as he was about to say something to maintain his dignity, his face was hot, and the guy in front of him shook his head backwards, and fell on his back. He fell to the ground with a thud, and the dull sound of falling to the ground was like a hand piercing his chest and pinching his heart.

The brief confusion of neurons caused the sphincter to lose control, and not only did he pee, but a more impactful desire to excrete was boiling.

He stretched out his hand to wipe his face, the wet heat had a faint fishy smell, and the bright red color was particularly dazzling under the dim street lamp.

Syllable!

The two men beside Durin alternated forwards, their arms raised, each shot taking away a gang member who had not yet reacted, and when they could see Wesson, Wesson could see them too—the people who were standing in the middle had already fallen.

The air was as heavy as a concrete block, and a door on the side of the street was slowly pushed open, and the surprise in Visen's heart, who was barely able to stand against the wall, completely exploded, filling his whole body.

There are saved, there are witnesses, this group of mad dogs will not beat themselves to death, right?

However, the next moment, he watched in amazement as the young man who came out of the door dragged the corpse on the road in, the action was efficient and fast, it only took less than two minutes, and there was not a dozen companions left. At this time, there are also some girls who come out with buckets, wash the blood off the ground, flush it into the sewer, and clean it up on the ground with brushes.

Unable to control his body any longer, Visen sat on the ground, and in horror he didn't even notice that he was sitting on something hot.

Durin walked up to Visen, he was a little embarrassed, his trench coat had long been lost somewhere, the buttons of his shirt had been rudely torn by him, his shoes were gone, and he was barefoot. The only thing that could be kept intact was his pants.

He stood condescendingly in front of Wesson, his eyes rolling down, looking at Wessen with the afterglow of the bottom of his horizon.

"Is there an unresolvable hatred between us?", Durin asked calmly, "so much so that you need to use so many people...... Come and hunt me down?"

The sound was particularly clear in the quiet midnight, and Visen's teeth struck each other, and he quickly shook his head, squeezing out a smile that was more ugly than crying, "No, no, you listen to me, there is no unsolvable hatred between us, I just want to ...... I want to ......", his eyes rolled quickly, like a psychotic person in a mental outbreak, "I just admire a big man like you, and I just want to meet you!"

There was a longing for hope in his timid tone, and he felt that there was nothing wrong with his explanation.

Durin tilted his head slightly, pondering for a moment, his left hand holding the wrist of his right hand slowly let go, he raised his right hand, and the young man next to him put the pistol in his hand.

"What's your name?", Durin asked.

"Visen, my name is Mr. Visen!"

A smile appeared on Durin's face, and Visen suddenly felt that the smile was so warm and dazzling, he would be safe, right? I think he would, otherwise why would he be smiling at me? Isn't a smile a sign of friendship? Wessen also laughed stupidly, sneering from stumbling to kneeling to show his weakness and submission.

Durin smiled and asked, "I remember not seeing you nearby when I entered the Grand Theater, can you tell me how you found me?"

This is an important question, and if you can be found at any time and in any place, it shows that there are two possibilities. The first possibility is that you have become a public figure, so as long as you are exposed to the public eye, you will be noticed and noticed. But with what he's doing now, he hasn't reached this height, so there's no such possibility. The second possibility is that someone is watching you, but you don't notice it, which is what makes you even more angry. No one likes to be watched, so he wants to know how this guy found himself.

Durin's memory was not bad, and by this time he had already fully remembered who this guy was, but he didn't speak.

Visen unreservedly betrayed the car washer's personal information to Durin, and he himself hated this guy deeply, if it weren't for the car washer, he wouldn't have suffered tonight's misfortune. If he can leave alive, no, he will definitely leave alive, and he will make that guy look good tomorrow!

Durin got the answer he wanted, and what he wanted to know had a result, and he smiled and nodded to Visen, who was kneeling on the ground, "I think I understand, good night then, Mr. Visen!"

The inexplicable greeting didn't turn the corner, and he nodded his head again and again, saying goodnight and blessings, hoping that this damn encounter would end sooner.

In the evening light, on the side of the street, one person knelt and one person stood. The light didn't seem to like the two men, leaving no light on them, only two dark shadows in the light.

The standing man raised his arm, holding a gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger at the pleading of the kneeling guy.

The spring pushed the pistol's kinetic energy nozzle, and the hot air compressed to the extreme ejected from the kinetic energy chamber, pushing a sharp hollow bullet to rotate and eject out in the chamber. The special shape of the bullet allows it to spin at a very fast speed and fly in a relatively straight trajectory even when it leaves the chamber, until the tip of the bullet penetrates a thin layer of skin and fat, as well as a small layer of musculature and bites into the bone.

People say the skull is hard, but sometimes that doesn't make sense. The cracks began to spread outward at the point where the bullet made contact with the skull, and the kinetic energy of the bullet did not decrease in any way, and it still rotated forward. It's just that because of the blockage of the bones, the hollow bullet has some deformations, and in the next second, the hard skull can no longer stop the blunt-headed bullet, and it completely cracks the .......

Durin handed the pistol to the person next to him, glanced at Visen, who had fallen to the ground with a pool of radioactive blood behind him, and shook his head lightly and turned around.

"Find the car washer, and if it's a provincial or an Ogtin, send them to the river god. If it's a Guert, let him be judged by the king!"

Visen's body moved, a young man grabbed one of his legs and dragged him into the store, and then the skilled girls washed the blood from the ground in a fraction of the time, as if nothing had happened.

On the other side of the city, the car washer returned home with a bottle of fruit wine, and he would sometimes go for a drink, but only one drink, and his income could not support him to drink happily. But today, it was different, he not only gave the cheap and skilled woman a dollar, but also bought back most of the unfinished bottle of fruit wine, which was unimaginable before, too extravagant. He pushed open the door, undressed in the dim light, tossed it on the shabby couch, and placed the wine on the table.

Thinking somewhat comfortably about today's "income", he hummed a little song, which his mother had taught him.

"You're back, you're late today, do you want me to warm up your meal?", his wife walked out of the bedroom, making the already small living room seem a little popular, but also a little crowded.

I don't know if it's the effect of alcohol, but the car washer watched his wife, who was only in her pajamas, gasp for breath, and he pounced like a wolf looking for prey, and pressed his wife to the table.

For women...... Forget it, women are too complicated to find their excitement through their pale senses.

For men, money and power are undoubtedly the best aphrodisiacs, and although it is only five dollars, it is enough.

Early the next morning, before dawn, the car washer, who had woken up from his sleep, glanced at his wife beside him, frowned, rubbed his head and turned over and sat up. He opened the window and got dressed, and then looked back at his wife, always thinking that he should have done something stupid. He slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand, changed his clothes and prepared to go out to work, and just as he opened the door completely, the car washer, who was not yet fully awake, saw only two and a half children, and then his head hurt, and he lost consciousness.