The less obvious Adam''s Apple had an obvious sliding movement. Delier swallowed a mouthful of saliva and struggled in his heart.

    To say or not to say, this is a question.

    Said, I don''t know what that barbarian Dooling will do to him. He doesn''t want to leave any trace on his perfect face, and he doesn''t want to be beaten by that guy for three or five days.

    But if he didn''t say anything... The cold metal tube on his chin made it much more difficult for him to breathe. It''s really a deadly thing!

    In the face of beating and life, delier, as always, unreservedly chose his own life.

    He said a name, gordol!

    Prando''s eyes lit up for a moment, immediately put away the pistol, and his warm smile returned to his face. He smiled and helped delier tidy up his clothes, but delier dodged in fear.

    Prando held his stomach in his hands, his mouth full of guilt for his reckless behavior, and his mind was boiling.

    Someone''s going to deal with gordol. It''s not news.

    Since godol became famous in Tennessee, people have always threatened to treat him. Isn''t he still alive?

    But this time, I''m afraid it''s different. Prando''s first thought was that gordol had only one threshold left from the identity of a tycoon. Did someone not want him to cross over, so he designed this trap. This is not Prandtl''s speculation and reverie. In fact, the upper class society is still full of cruel and fierce struggle, but the expression of this struggle is different from the fighting and killing at the bottom of the society.

    Wearing masks, they put the knife into their arms, smiled at you, stretched out their hands, and inserted the knife into your chest at the moment of shaking hands.

    The root of all this comes from "resources".

    Tycoon is a general name. Tycoons can be understood as rich people, which is the most superficial and all the understanding of tycoons in the lower class. In the eyes of the people in the lower class, tycoons are rich people. They live a luxurious life and get drunk every day. They don''t need to worry about money and have endless money. However, in the upper class society, tycoon is only a pronoun, a symbol of social class identity, and it is not possible to become a real tycoon with money.

    What tycoons need is not money, but political resources!

    All the real tycoons are competing for limited political resources. After all, whether tenar or kanles, so many officials and so much power naturally become nervous after they are transformed into political resources.

    Take wood for example. He is also a tycoon, so his life is to eat and drink every day instead of doing business? No, his daily life is not like this. He will take the initiative to give to the old party, which is the abbreviation for the current aristocratic forces. He will give political contributions to the old party in exchange for the support of politicians, so as to prepare for a change and become a political figure through the election in two years.

    If a political figure wants to maintain the detachment of his status, he can''t support everyone who gives him money. This stupid way can only destroy his prestige and status. He must keep a clear choice. Only in this way can people work for him wholeheartedly. Then, for the tycoons, this political figure is the root of the struggle and the political resources they struggle for.

    Gordo also has a boss, which is almost known to people with a little energy. He is a big man, not only with huge power, but also with a deep political background. Once gordol strides across the threshold and becomes a new player in the "new game playing method", it is bound to thin political resources, because his boss will certainly support him and become his help in a future election or political event.

    Seeing that a new round of election is about to begin, at this critical time, if someone may lose an important person who supports him because of gordol''s "promotion" - it is not impossible. After all, it is better to be familiar with life than with life, and even if there is only one chance in a million, it can not be ignored. So what would this mysterious man do? He will find a way not to give gordol a chance to upgrade, beat him down with a stick and let him wait for the next chance.

    If there''s another time.

    For a moment, prando, who felt he had figured it out, smoked from the corners of his eyes, and he scolded himself in his heart. What did godoll do with so many things at the beginning? If he wants to frame Turin, let him frame him. Although he is likely to be affected, it is much better than falling into a trap like this? Of course, prando can hold the position of regional police chief, which means that he also has his own "resources" and a fairly good head.

    He immediately had judgment and breathed a sigh of relief. Things are not bad enough to be hopeless in the end. It can even be said that he is fully capable of picking himself out of this matter at this time, and it is the kind that can be picked clean. Of course, any return needs to be paid before getting it. Suo Xing didn''t pay him this time, but gordol.

    Prando immediately took delier back to the city of tenel, waiting for the opportunity to pick himself up.

    When Mrs. Vivian came out of the delier art museum with beautiful eyes and ruddy face, she accidentally saw prando and delier standing under the steps, both with their heads down. She slowed down a little and stopped when she came to the third step.

    She chose silence, but prando dared not choose silence. He took the lead and admitted his "mistake" to Mrs. Vivian with his head down, "I''m very sorry, madam. Mr. delier identified the three people arrested this time as fake. This is my mistake in work. I must admit my mistake to you. This is the result of my negligence in work. I hope you can punish me."

    Mrs. Vivian looked down at prang one more time, and then looked at delier, who explained cleverly, "yes, madam, after I went to the regional prison, I found that the three people didn''t rob and brutally beat me that day. I have explained this to director prando."

    Although Mrs. Vivian was a little upset, she asked patiently, "who sent it?"

    Prando took a step forward and lowered his head, "It was sent by a citizen named gordol. He said that these three people were KOD and his accomplices, and also the people who robbed Mr. delier. When they were sent, they seemed to have been punished by some lynching, so I couldn''t identify them well. My negligence led me to think that the people brought by gordol were the three people Mr. delier was looking for With... "

    Mrs. Vivian nodded, stepped down the steps and interrupted the statement behind prando. Without looking back, she got into the car and soon disappeared into the street.

    Prando breathed a sigh of relief. When he raised his head, there was a sweat on his forehead. He glanced sideways at delier, whose eyes were still a little timid, walked forward and patted him on the shoulder, "Thank you very much for your cooperation. Although I sometimes have a bad temper, I definitely mean no harm. If you can''t solve anything, you can come to me and I will try my best to help you. We are friends, aren''t we?"

    Delier pulled at the corners of his mouth and showed an ugly smile.

    At dinner, Mrs. Vivian put down her knife and fork, picked up the folded napkin at the corner of the table, stained her full lips, and said to her husband who sat silent and ate quietly: "I heard that street robberies have occurred frequently recently. Has the public security in the city been so bad?" After saying these words, without waiting for the mayor''s response, Mrs. Vivian smiled and leaned forward slightly, then got up and left.

    Her husband put down his knife and fork after Mrs. Vivian left, straightened up, and the housekeeper immediately came together.

    "Check it!"