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

    This needs to refer to the settings of people who face death. For some religious people, death is just a new beginning, or even the starting point of happiness. For these people, death is not frightening. As long as the way of death is correct, he will feel happiness and satisfaction, not fear.

    But what if it''s a gang member?

    No faith can support the weight of the soul, and death becomes infinitely terrible.

    Facing the feeling of the cold metal material on his forehead, the guy''s face first changed, and then became calm.

    Because he didn''t believe that the little guy in front of him really dared to kill himself. He was a subordinate of woodcutter wood. With wood''s prestige and status in Tenar City, no one did anything to him. So he didn''t have much fear on his face, and even showed a trace of pride, "you have the ability..."

    Dooling''s finger pulled the trigger, and the bullet in the gun bore was sprayed out at a speed of 350 meters per second. The sharp bullet directly smashed the guy''s skull. Under the resistance, the tail of the hollow warhead began to turn outward under the huge force. When it passed through the brain tissue, it completely opened and easily penetrated from the back of the brain with a sharp tearing metal edge.

    With a dull noise, the guy''s head suddenly ejected a blood mist with a lot of red and white bits and pieces. The fishy smell immediately filled the air. The guy''s body tilted back with the action of swinging his head back, fell forward and fell at Turin''s feet.

    A fist sized hole was opened in the back of the brain, and more than half of the things had been sprayed out. The thick plasma was still emitting a trace of heat in the middle of the night. The other two people''s faces finally lost their calm or rebellious look, showing panic.

    The young man is not crazy, is he?

    We are wood''s men. Isn''t he afraid of wood''s newspaper... MMP, he doesn''t know our identity!

    The two guys looked at their dead companions. The expression on their faces was as strange as it could be. They really thought too much. Not everyone had to know them. Just like few people in tenell know Turin, sometimes people can''t connect fame with a specific thing, let alone at this time.

    Dooling looked down at the splashed blood on his pajamas, squatted down, stretched out a finger to wipe it off, rubbed it on the guy''s shoulder, and didn''t know what to say.

    He soon walked up to the second man and put the gun on his head in the same way. "Look, he thought I might not shoot, so I was scared by him. Now can you tell me who you are, why you want to follow my carriage, and what else you are going to do?" as soon as the man was about to speak, Du Lin''s other hand lifted up, Put up my index finger between my lips and made a silent movement, "Shh... Think first, think clearly, and then answer my question, otherwise I may be afraid to shake my hand again."

    That guy actually secreted a layer of fine sweat on his forehead in the cold eyes of this autumn!

    Durin could feel that his body was trembling slightly. People were so strange that it would be difficult to burst out complex and passionate feelings if they didn''t see the same kind die in front of themselves.

    After waiting for more than ten seconds, Turin nodded, "now, have you figured it out?"

    "Well, we are wood''s people..."

    Everyone''s eyes focused on the third person, that is, the last person, and the second, that is, the guy who was held against his head with a gun by Du Lin, couldn''t believe it. He turned his head and looked at his very good companions. He actually learned to rush to answer at this terrible time?

    The next second, the gunshot rang out, and the second guy fell to the ground with unwilling and resentment. Just like the guy before, Turin opened a window for his head, hoping that he would become smarter if he had a next life.

    In fact, the so-called reluctance and resentment do not exist, because when the bullet penetrated his brain, his eyes began to turn around and turn white at last.

    After shooting the two people, Du Lin put away his pistol. He looked at the third man, "Congratulations, you have learned to answer first. Can I ask your name?"

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

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

    Johnny nodded repeatedly. He felt that he was going crazy. He wanted to pee at this critical time, but he didn''t dare to say it and couldn''t help it. The touch of damp and hot flows down the thighs to the knees, and the cold wind is cold.

    "Question one, who is wood?"

    Johnny swallowed a mouthful of saliva and quickly replied, "wood is our boss. He has a nickname called woodcutter wood. The smuggling and sale of private wine in tenar are controlled by wood and two other people. They control the high private wine market in tenar."

    "Very good. The answer is very detailed. I''m very satisfied. This is your reward. I know you need this.", Turin took out a cigarette and put it into Johnny''s mouth, then took out a kerosene lighter and lit it for him. "Now the second question, who made these rules of the game?"

    After two puffs of smoke, Johnny''s mood calmed down a little and his brain became clearer from chaos. He thought a little and said: "Ernst put it forward. It is said that behind him stood the mayor and some tycoons, wood and caruer... That is, another guy. They didn''t dare to oppose Ernst, so they agreed to Ernst''s requirements and formulated the rules of the game."

    "Question 3, what do you want to do tonight?", seeing Johnny''s hesitation and hesitation, durin reached out and patted Johnny on the cheek, "I mean what I say, and you see, there''s no one here except you. No one will know what you said."

    Perhaps it was Turin''s attitude that moved him, so he said it in detail.

    Wood asked them to keep an eye on Graf, find his stronghold and figure out the staffing. When it was midnight, he touched the unimportant person, caught Graf and the man sleeping in the same room with money and took them back. Wood believed that the man sleeping in the same room with money, even if he was not Graf''s last home, must know who was the last home. After all, it added up With nearly 10000 yuan, no one can safely hand over the money to Graf.

    As long as we can find our family, the rest will be easy to do. Whether we do it ourselves or invite someone to do it, it''s just a drizzle for the three private wine tycoons.

    After asking all the questions he wanted to know, Turin took out his pistol and shot Johnny''s life.

    As if to explain why he broke his promise, Dooling added, "I didn''t allow you to answer!"

    He threw the pistol to Dover. He believed Dover could manage this thing well, at least smarter than Graf. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood stains on his fingers, and casually pointed to the three bodies on the ground, "Pull out their clothes and burn them, and send them to the open space behind with the two policemen to bury them. The policemen''s clothes are also stripped off, packaged and hidden, which may be useful in the future."

    "Let''s have a rest after this. They won''t come again tonight." after that, Turin shook his clothes and went back to the house, shaking his head as he walked.

    This guy named wood''s eating appearance is really ugly, but at this stage today, neither Turin nor wood has any room to ease.

    Disputes between gangs and forces are not as easy to solve as commercial and political disputes. Commercial disputes are nothing more than the distribution of interests. Anyone who allows one step can get a perfect solution. Political disputes are just unequal transactions. There is nothing to do with one more chip or one less chip and a little compromise.

    But the disputes between gangs and forces are different. What we pay attention to here is natural selection and the law of the jungle.

    Each gang and influence has its own territory and scope, just like a lion. Those small gangs and forces, such as the newcomers like Dolin, are like a jackal.

    The lion is not afraid of jackals. When the lion roars angrily, the jackals will choose to leave, because they know that they are not the opponent of a majestic lion. However, if the lion is provoked by the jackals but does not make enough counterattack, other jackals hiding in the dark will flock to them. They understand that the lion in front of them is old In short, it shows a weak and weak side, which will make the jackals ecstatic. They will jump on it without hesitation and tear the normally arrogant lion to pieces.

    The same is true of gangs.

    Today, something like this happened. Three of wood''s people were lost. If wood didn''t make any statement and kept silent, even if Dooling didn''t do anything, others would test him to see if he really "counselled" As long as this test can get the same result, those ostentatious people in the city will take the lead and tear wood to pieces and swallow it.

    So in any case, there is no room for relaxation on both sides.

    In order to ensure his status and safety, wood must prove to the lions around him that he is still at his peak and can still tear up any opponent who provokes him.

    Dooling, on the other hand, must confront wood for his own survival. Otherwise, wood will not only attack him, but also some other people who see the smell of blood. He will use his life to please a lion who is still at its peak.

    Immortal

    Stop!