I don''t know if anyone has asked you how much benefit you are willing to take risks? Do something you know is dangerous and against morality and law.

    No one has ever asked Graf that. It doesn''t matter, because he has made a decision in his heart. He knew how to choose between the embarrassing life in the past and the happiness in his hands.

    When people have nothing, they don''t care about loss and gain, but when a person who doesn''t have something, he is most afraid of loss.

    The smile on his face gradually disappeared. There were always some dim eyes shining in the dark. As soon as he raised his hand, he pressed the hand of the police holding the carriage.

    The policeman, who had stepped on his feet, stepped into the carriage for most of his body, turned around and looked at him with an indescribable contempt in his eyes, "what''s the matter?"

    Graff took out a roll of money from his pocket, which was the pocket money given by Dooling as a small compensation for the temporary expropriation of the first profit. Graf had no complaints about this, because he knew that he couldn''t play anything without Turin. Moreover, this is not a small figure, a full 100 yuan. Apart from eating, drinking and looking for women, he probably has more than 70 yuan left.

    For ordinary people in this era, this is almost equal to the money they can save only after saving and living frugally for a year. He took out the roll of money, ordered a few, and then suddenly stopped. He stuffed it directly into the policeman''s pocket, patted it very gently, and helped the policeman smooth the wrinkles on his pocket..

    "It''s so late and the policeman has to patrol. He must have not eaten so hard? Why don''t you go to the restaurant in front and eat something warm?" Graf''s tone was consultative and flattering, but his eyes didn''t fit in with what he said.

    From Dooling''s point of view, Graf is a little stupid, a little stupid, but this does not mean that Graf has no social experience.

    What is society?

    Society is a giant so strong that he can''t stand it. He keeps slapping on everyone''s face. When the slap of society hits everyone''s face, he feels pain. That pain is social experience. Everyone is growing up in constant suffering, and has gained enough social experience to hide at the moment when the society raises its hand.

    Graf had social experience, so he handled the accident according to his own understanding. He thought it would be useful to do so.

    Under the dim street lamp, the greed of the policeman''s eyes was brighter than the street lamp. He knew very well and saw that Graff had at least 50 yuan in his hand when he counted the money. This is the judgment made by his experience. That roll of money is at least 50 yuan. But the fifty dollars did not satisfy his greed. Graff gave him fifty dollars, and he realized that the things on these carriages could definitely bring more benefits to the big man than fifty dollars.

    Maybe hundreds, maybe thousands or more. As a policeman, he knew almost everything about the gray businesses in tenell. He can almost tell which tycoon started from what and which boss has any unclean business. It was because of this that he moved his hand on these carriages, because he didn''t know these people. They were all new faces.

    Don''t underestimate the power of rules. Both gangs and police are abiding by rules that ordinary people can''t see. Every time each faction uses any method to obtain benefits, there are fixed procedures, but this time tonight is absolutely abnormal. No one informed him that someone would deliver goods on this road at night, so he thought this was an opportunity. He is a policeman. Isn''t it what he should do to uphold justice and stop crime?

    Completely into the carriage, the tip of the nose could smell a faint smell of wine, and the ecstasy on the police face almost flashed away. Just as he knows the city very well, he also knows the huge profits of private wine. It doesn''t need much. As long as the goods of this carriage belong to him, he has no problem leaving the city immediately.

    Of course, to be on the safe side, he decided to pry open a box. After all, there were low-grade fruit wine in addition to private wine.

    Under the pressure of the baton, the wooden shelf made an ugly twisting sound. His hands almost trembled, took out a bottle of wine, then unscrewed the cover and took a sip. His whole face turned red in an instant.

    Just when the policeman decided to eat the goods, Graf also made a decision, a very difficult decision. Because the carriages stopped and the little guys behind leaned over, Graf raised his head and looked at another policeman smoking at the position of the coachman. Several teenagers immediately nodded.

    Next, Graff drew a dagger from behind his waist and stepped on the carriage.

    Since Morris was killed, he knew that he might have embarked on another road, and one day, he needed to face such a choice.

    But he didn''t regret it.

    The carriage shook a few times with Graf''s boarding. The ecstatic policeman turned around fiercely and just wanted to intimidate the big man and swallow the goods. The next second, before he could speak, a sharp dagger was inserted into his eyes and stirred.

    Graf hurried forward, hugged the paralyzed policeman and quietly put him aside.

    Outside the car, the policeman holding the brake handle of the carriage was holding a cigarette and looking at the exquisite goods in the cabinets on the street. He didn''t know what he was thinking. After taking the last sip, he threw his cigarette end on the ground, glanced down, raised his foot, stepped on it and ran it over. When he looked up again, he found that he was surrounded by six or seven teenagers. These teenagers have a scary face and fierce eyes, just like the dog that greets him at home every night.

    He was aware that something was wrong. When he immediately took out the pistol on his belt, the teenagers crowded over at once. They crowded tightly together, and the smoking policeman reached for his belt and became slow. His eyes slowly looked down from the face of a ferocious young man in front of him and looked at his waist and abdomen.

    Three daggers, all inserted in, straight without the blade, and two of them are twisting wildly. He doesn''t feel much pain at this time. When his body is suddenly injured, there will be an overreaction and temporarily close the transmission of pain. The fear in his eyes dissipated what he couldn''t say before. When he opened his mouth and wanted to shout, one boy immediately covered his mouth, while the other boy twitched and inserted a knife into his throat.

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

    Graf''s eyes were filled with excitement. He took the dagger out of the policeman''s eyes, wiped it on his clean police uniform, and then took out the money from his pocket. Pooh, spit a mouthful of water before inserting the dagger back into the scabbard.

    The curtain of the car was lifted at this time. He glanced at it and immediately met it. He dragged another "sleeping" policeman onto it, and the carriage drove slowly again.

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

    These people even dare to kill the police. Don''t they dare to kill an ordinary person?

    Under the dim light of street lights, the three carriages gradually disappeared into the night behind the intersection, as if they had never stopped here at all.

    After a while, a frightened passer-by poked his head out of the dark alley, looked at the place where the carriage disappeared and trembled.

    He was just an ordinary tramp. He didn''t want to cause trouble, so he decided to leave here.

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

    At this time, there are few pedestrians on the road in tenell City, not to mention that it is not a busy road section. After 8 o''clock every day, there are almost few pedestrians on the road.

    As he apologized, he looked up and his heart shook. He was a group of half young people.

    The leading young man wore a cap with a duck tongue and a windbreaker. In the open windbreaker was a plaid sweater.

    "Walk carefully!" the young man said to him. He nodded repeatedly. The young man seemed to think of something. He took out a one dollar note from his pocket and stuffed it into his coat pocket. "It''s getting colder and colder. Go buy some winter clothes!"

    He looked at this group of people walking past him at a loss. When he looked back and couldn''t see them again, he looked blankly at a one dollar note lying quietly in his cracked pocket.