Adolf's death left me under investigation by the police for a month, and I was the safest during the police investigation. Every day, in addition to dealing with the affairs of the church, I accept various investigations and inquiries. In fact, people like the Asian Youth Club and Bonanno will not choose to call the police if anything happens, because no one's butt is clean, and if you touch the melon, you may not find out how many problems will be found.

The identity and background of the dead disciple are very pure, not to mention that they have nothing to do with me, and they can't even stick to the edge of the Asian Youth Society, and the police know that I did it, but there is nothing they can do about me.

The disciples no longer looked at me like a little child, but with a lot of mixed emotions, respect, obedience, and even a hint of fear...... No one questions when things are arranged, I make decisions, they execute them, and everything becomes natural.

After a month, the police gradually retreated, and my real danger came, and the old man asked me if I was afraid, and I said, it was really because I was afraid, so I had to shoot faster in front, as long as the speed was fast enough, fear would not be able to catch up with me, but fear always had to chase, and whoever ran slower would chase whomever it was.

Lao Tzu touched my head and smiled: "Duxin, your personality is even more alternative than when I was younger, maybe in the future...... There is a new future and direction for Asian youth society, of course, provided that you live. ”

I looked up at the old man, he is really like my father sometimes, if I have a father, it should be like the old man: "Whether I can live or not is my ability, whether I can live is Bonanno's ability, if I am not as good as others, then there is nothing to complain about." ”

Being a man always has to be slapped in the face once or twice, just three days after my conversation with the old man, I have a disciple who died, and my car has always been sitting in him these days, and he belongs to the death squad. On my daily journey, a bomb was detonated, and three other Goddess nationals were killed, and many were wounded.

Immediately after the incident, someone claimed the matter, (the claim in the society will not be claimed by the police department.) And at night they know that it wasn't me who died? Frustrated, he began to disappear.

Is Bonanno's group really getting worse and worse after Bonanno himself died? In order to kill me, he did not hesitate to hurt the innocent, and doing so would only make their reputation worse and worse.

Did the disciples sit in my chariot and be treated as if I had died for me? This is not unexpected? But if I die once, is that the life of my disciple? Is it willing to fight for me, for Yaqing's fight with Bonanno? A life to give.

What if I don't do anything? If you turn a blind eye, Bonanno will only find opportunities to kill me again and again, and the disciples under the White Tiger Hall will be like ashes, walking in the rivers and lakes of the Goddess Kingdom? Don't have a single word for righteousness? It can only be called a reluctance, not a life.

It had to be done quickly, so fast that they didn't have time to react, so fast that they didn't have time to design my life a second time. And this must be done by me, without any help or assistance.

I think it's an art to do something to the extreme? When it comes to killing, I aspire to be an artist? Not a murderer, not a thug? It's an artist.

The one who planned the bombing and killed me was a thirty-year-old Bonanno little boss, who turned out to be a fierce general under Adolf? My protégé found out that this guy opened a bar? Going to the bar every night to manage it.

Niu Yao at night? The world's most drunk gold fans, Bonanno's open bar named Paul has a loud drum beat, and even the ground is shaking when you walk in.

I carried a backpack and a silencer on my back (there was no very perfect security check in those days, not at home or abroad). I went into the bar, went to the turn of the bathroom and saw the woman at the cash register smoking in the doorway, I put my gun in my pocket and put it against her ribs, took her into my arms and shouted in my ear, "Give me thirty seconds to take me to Paul!30!29!"

The woman panicked, like a frightened rabbit: "Oh, my God, I will take you at once, and God will forgive your sins!"

"That's God's business! I can let you meet with God and talk!"

The woman stopped talking, and took me around a little to an iron gate, and against the background of deafening music, you could still hear the super loud duo doing indescribable movements...... Huh?

The woman I was holding the gun at was very well-behaved and conscious, carefully opened the iron door with the key and ran back to tiptoe, I opened the iron door and rushed into the house, three naked things were rolling around.

Suddenly, Paul sat up and said, "Who the fuck are you?"

Without saying a word, I shot him in the leg, and instantly a howl like killing pigs rang out, and the two women ran out screaming under the quilt. I put the gun down, took a towel and stuffed it into his mouth, and then tied him up with a sheet, unable to resist effectively due to the severe pain.

Opening the backpack, I showed him the contents of my backpack.

"Do you know this? This is a loader, which you use a lot to hold money and drugs. You put it in your body, you put it in your rectum. "I pulled out a little plastic bump.

"And this, the written detonator, and this one that you must be familiar with, the timer, is used to receive and send. ”

"C4, high explosive power, what are these things combined? Bonnanno is much more skilled than me, not very high-tech, but very useful. That's what I've learned from you. That's how my disciple died. ”

There was a look of horror on his face that had been twisted in pain, as I had already begun assembling these things and tucking the loader into the part where it should have been tucked in.

"Alright, brother, they're in your body now. ”

Paul began to spin his body frantically, trying to get the sheet off his arm, and I put my index finger to my lips: "If you keep struggling, you might have enjoyed the pleasure of being out of the dust a little earlier." ”

Paul's leg was still bleeding, but he didn't dare to move anymore.

"Well, it's a cheap calculator with a paging function. It's used to send a pager to the receiver, yes, it's right where you can feel it right now. ”

I pulled out a small tape recorder and put it next to his mouth: "So now, I've sent you a little pager, and it looks like you've received it." ”

"You now have seven minutes to tell the police that the bombing was carried out by you, a member of Bonanno, why and how did it be carried out?"

Paul gritted his teeth, his facial muscles twitching, "Bonanno and I have nothing to do with the bombing. ”

I nodded in appreciation, "Okay, now you have 6 minutes." ”