How much courage can a person have in the face of death?

In some religious people, death is nothing but a new beginning, even the beginning of happiness, for these people death is not daunting, as long as death is done in the right way, then he will feel happiness and contentment, not fear.

But what if it's a gang?

No faith can sustain the weight of the soul, and death becomes infinitely terrifying.

Faced with the cold metal material on his head, the guy's face changed for a moment, and then became calm again.

Because he didn't believe that the little guy in front of him really dared to kill him, he was a subordinate of "Woodcutter Wood", and with Wood's prestige and status in Turnaire City, it was not just anyone who would do anything to him. So there was not much fear on his face, and even a hint of arrogance was revealed, "You have the ability to ......"

Durin's finger pulled the trigger, and the bullet in the chamber of the gun was ejected at a speed of three hundred and fifty meters per second, and the sharp bullet directly shattered the guy's skull. Resisted, the tail of the hollow warhead began to turn outward under the tremendous force, and when it passed through the brain tissue, it completely flipped over, and with a sharp tearing metal edge, it flipped out of the back of the head easily.

There was a muffled crack, and the back of the guy's head suddenly spewed out a blood mist with a large amount of red and white bits and pieces. The fishy smell suddenly filled the air, and the fellow's body fell back with the movement of his head back, and then fell forward, and fell at Durin's feet.

A fist-sized hole had been cut in the back of his head, and most of the stuff had been squirted out, and the thick plasma was still emitting a trace of heat in the middle of the night. The other two finally had no calm or unruly expressions on their faces, and they showed horror.

Isn't this young man crazy?

We're Wood's men, isn't he afraid of Wood's retribution...... MMP, he doesn't know who we are!

The two guys looked at their dead companions, the expressions on their faces were as strange as they could be said, they really thought too much, and not everyone had to know them. Just as few people in Turnaire know Doolin, sometimes people don't associate fame with something specific, especially at times like these.

Durin looked down at the blood splattered on his pajama pants, crouched down and stretched out a finger to wipe off a little, and wiped it on the guy's shoulder, not knowing what to say.

He quickly walked up to the second man and, in the same way, put the gun to his head, "Look, he thinks I probably won't shoot, so my hand shook a little in fright, and now you can tell me who you are, why are you following my carriage, and what are you going to do?", the man was about to speak, Duhrin raised his other hand, put his index finger between his lips, and made a silent motion, "Shh...... Think about it first, think it through and then answer my questions, or I'll probably be so scared that my hands will shake again. ”

That guy actually secreted a layer of delicate beads of sweat on his forehead in this autumn cold eye!

Du Lin could feel that his body was trembling slightly, people are so strange, if they don't see their kind die in front of them, it is difficult to burst into complex and fiery feelings.

After waiting for about ten seconds, Durin nodded, "Now, have you thought about it?"

"Come to think of it, we're Wood's people......"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the third person, the last person, and the second one, the guy who was held to the head with a gun by Duhrin, turned his head in disbelief and looked at his usually very good companion, who had actually learned to answer at this fateful time?

The next second, the gunshot rang out, and the second guy fell to the ground with reluctance and resentment, just like the previous one, Durin opened a window to his head, hoping that if he had the next life, he would be able to become smarter.

In fact, the so-called unwillingness and resentment do not exist, because the moment the bullet penetrated his brain, his eyes had already begun to roll wildly, and finally turned white.

After shooting the two men, Durin put away his pistol and looked at the third man, "Congratulations, you've learned to answer, can I ask your name?"

"Johnny!", the man hurriedly said, "Sir, my name is Johnny, and I am ......"

Durin put his finger on Johnny's lips and looked at him very seriously, "I ask, you answer!"

Johnny nodded again and again, he felt like he was going crazy, he actually wanted to pee at this critical time, but he didn't dare to say it, and he couldn't help it. The hot and humid touch flowed down the thighs to the knees, and the cold wind blew and looked cold.

"Question one, who is Wood?"

Johnny swallowed a mouthful of saliva and replied quickly, "Wood is our boss, he has a nickname called Woodcutter Wood, and the entire moonshine smuggling and sale of Turnaire is controlled by Wood and two other people, who control the entire Turnell's high moonshine market. ”

"Very good, the answer is very detailed, I am satisfied, this is a reward for you, I know you need this. Durin took out a cigarette and stuffed it into Johnny's mouth, then took out a kerosene lighter and lit it for him, "So now the second question, who made these rules of the game?"

After taking two puffs of cigarette, Johnny's mood calmed down a little, and his brain changed from confusion to clarity a little, and after a little thought, he said: "It was Ernst who brought it up, and it is said that behind him stood the mayor and some tycoons, Wood and Karul...... That is, the other guy, they didn't dare to go against Ernst, so they agreed to Ernst's request and set the rules of the game. ”

"Question three, what do you want to do tonight?", seeing Johnny's hesitation and hesitation, Durin reached out and patted Johnny's cheek, who was slightly evasive, "I mean what I say, and you see, there is no one else here except you, and no one will know that you said it." ”

Perhaps it was Durin's attitude that moved him, so he said it one by one.

Wood asks them to keep an eye on Graff, find his stronghold, and figure out the staffing. Wait until the middle of the night to touch the unimportant person, grab Graff and the person who slept in the same room as the money, and bring it back. Wood believed that the man who slept in the same room as Qian must know who Graff's guru was, even if he wasn't Graff's gushang. After all, it adds up to almost 10,000 yuan, and it is impossible for anyone to leave this money to Graff for safekeeping.

As long as you can find a home, the rest will be easy. Whether it's to do it yourself or ask someone to do it, it's just a drizzle for the three moonshine tycoons.

After asking all the questions he wanted to know, Durin pulled out his pistol and shot Johnny with a single shot.

As if to explain why he had broken his promise, Durin added, "I didn't allow you to answer!"

He casually tossed the pistol to Dover, believing that Dover would be able to manage the thing, or at least be smarter than Graff in knowing what to do. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood stains on his fingers, and casually pointed to the three corpses on the ground, "Pull off their clothes and burn them, and send them to the open space behind with the two policemen to bury them." The policeman's clothes were also ripped off, packed and hidden, and maybe they could be used later. ”

"Rest when you're done with that, they won't be coming back tonight. With that, Durin shook off his clothes and went back to the house, shaking his head as he went.

This guy named Wood is really ugly, but at this point today, neither Durin nor Wood have any room to relax.

Disputes between gangs and forces are not as easy to resolve as commercial and political, and commercial disputes are nothing more than the distribution of interests, and anyone who makes a single step can get a perfect solution. Political disputes are just an asymmetry in the trade, one more chip or one less chip, a little compromise, and there will be nothing.

But the disputes between gangs and forces are different, and here the emphasis is on natural selection, which is the law of the jungle.

Each gang and faction has its own territory and scope, just like a lion. And those little gangs, small forces, like newcomers like Doolin, are like jackals.

Lions are not afraid of jackals, and when the lion growls angrily, the jackals choose to leave, because they know that they are no match for a majestic lion. But if the lion is provoked by the jackal and does not fight back enough, other jackals hiding in the shadows will swarm them, knowing that the lion in front of them is old, injured, or something else. In short, it showed a weak side, and this is exactly what makes the jackals ecstatic, and they will not hesitate to pounce on it and tear the normally invincible lion to pieces.

It's the same with gangs.

Something like this happened today, Wood's people lost three, if Wood doesn't make any indication and remains silent, then even if Durin doesn't do anything, there will be others to test him to see if he is really "cowardly". As long as this temptation yields the same result, the shiny people in the city will be the first to tear Wood to shreds and swallow it.

So in any case, there is no room for détente on either side.

In order to secure his position and his own safety, Wood must prove to the lions around him that he is still in his prime, and that he can still tear apart any opponent who provokes him.

As for Durin, he must face Wood head-on for his own survival, otherwise not only Wood will have to do something to him, but some other people who have seen the smell of blood will also take action against him. Use his life to curry favor with a male lion who is still at his prime.

Immortal......

Endlessly!