The atmosphere solidified again.

    Graff slowly turned his head and looked at dufo with a gun pointing at his head. The muscle fibers in his head left his brain blank. He opened his mouth slightly to show his shock, and his eyes were a little scattered. After a while, he regained his mind and looked at dufo with incredible eyes. When he spoke, his tone was like full of grievances, "dufo, you are my friend. I introduced you to the association, but you... Now point a gun at me?"

    Dover and Graf are good friends, a little worse than brothers and a little more than friends. If they operate for a period of time, if Graf can help Dover once or twice when he needs help, they will become brothers. But their relationship was a little worse when dufo entered the association.

    Just a little bit of heat, if you use your index finger and thumb to draw, it may only be as thick as ten ten dollar bills stacked together.

    But at this moment, dufo put a gun on his head. He could feel the cold metal texture of the muzzle and the heat from the grip behind the gun. Dufo has opened the insurance, pushed Yao Jing into the catalytic chamber, and can pull the trigger to eject the bullet at any time.

    You know, a month ago, Du Lin and dufo didn''t know each other at all. They may pass by on the street countless times without stopping to say a word or two and get to know each other.

    It''s him. It''s him. Graf and Turin met so many guards.

    He was the first to propose the establishment of an organization to keep warm for more gualt people in need.

    He played a vital role, but now, his once good friend, dufo, holds a gun against his head instead of pointing at Turin. He couldn''t believe it and didn''t want to believe it. Why did everyone embarrass themselves at this time?

    Dufo looked at Graf without expression. He didn''t want to talk, but he felt he should say something. He is no longer an ordinary member. He is the group leader and has a certain status and power in the Township Association. At the same time, he does have something to say. If you don''t say it now, you may not have a chance to speak again in the future, which can only make you regret.

    "We are a whole!" this was the first sentence of dufo''s mouth, and durin nodded slightly. "Just as the boss said, everyone can tolerate you how you misbehave on weekdays, but when such a big thing happens, you still act according to your own character and ideas, which can only hurt us."

    "We are a whole, but you can''t integrate into our whole, so here lie our six brothers!"

    "What about next time? How many do you plan to lay here? Five? Or ten? Will you understand when even the boss and I have to lie here?"

    Dover grinned. "Graf, we are friends. I know you. You can be a good man who is a little bad, but you can''t be a bad man. This is not your game. You should leave."

    Graf is indeed, as Dover said, a bit of a bad good man. Sometimes he is unreasonable, sometimes he is very enthusiastic, and most of the time he is a very enthusiastic guy. No matter anyone, as long as he is a guarte, no matter men, women, young or old, as long as he is found and asked for help, he will do his best to help those in need as much as possible.

    Otherwise, he wouldn''t go to jail for helping others, or the tycoon wouldn''t spend money to get him out.

    He is a good man. Everyone trusts him. He has a good heart, so he can''t be a bad man or do bad things.

    Maybe he has killed people for everyone, maybe he can rush to the front line at some time, but he can''t adapt to the life here. Instead of struggling here in pain, it''s better to go back to the life he should exist as soon as possible. Continue to be a good man who is a little bad, not a bad man who can''t do it.

    Graff wanted to retort and say that he had already prepared, but he couldn''t say it no matter how hard he tried.

    He can''t say, even if he thinks he''s ready, it''s always just his "think"!

    "Is it......" the hoarse voice came out of Graf''s throat with an obvious rough grain feeling. He looked at dufo with some incomprehension. "Is it ready only to abandon his relatives?"

    At this time, Dooling said, "you''re wrong, Graf." he took out a cigarette and lit it for himself. He flicked his finger. Dufour put away his pistol and went to the corner and stood against the wall. Du Lin took out his lighter, hit it a few times, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly spit out, "you haven''t abandoned any relatives. From the day we joined the association, all of us are relatives!"

    In a word, dufo''s heartstrings trembled slightly, and his eyes looked at Graf more full of contradictions. What Du Lin said is not wrong. All the brothers and sisters of the association are relatives. But in Graf''s eyes, his relatives are his mother and his brother, not the six bastards on the ground who can''t even breathe!

    Graf was stunned. "I didn''t mean that, I..."

    Durin suddenly stood up. Obviously, in terms of height, he was shorter than Graf, but dufo felt that he was countless times taller than Graf, and even needed to look up to him!

    Graf''s words behind him were stuck in his throat by Doolin''s action of standing up. His lips moved and didn''t speak again.

    Doolin walked from behind his desk to Graff with a cigarette in his mouth, looked up at him, and smiled a little more on his face. He actually opened his arms, hugged Graf fiercely, and then gently patted his vest, "well, it''s time to go home and live the life you want. Even if you leave here today, we will still be your friends and brothers."

    "One day is relatives, all my life is relatives!"

    Inexplicably, Graf suddenly lowered his head and closed his eyes. His eyes were inexplicably hot. I don''t know why he had an impulse to cry. The last time he had this impulse was when his cat was kicked to death by a passing horse on the roadside. He felt that he should not be a fragile person, but unfortunately, he showed an unworthy vulnerability at this time.

    He shook his shoulder, shook it open, held Turin''s arm, turned and pushed the door.

    Looking at the empty door, Du Lin shook his head and walked back to the window.

    Six brothers and Graf were sent away today, so who should be sent away tomorrow?

    Looking through the glass, Graff kept wiping his face with his arm raised, strode to the distance, and the corner of his mouth tilted slightly.

    This road is too dangerous. You fool, you''d better pull over!