"I don''t think it''s quite right." gordol fidgeted around the room. He rubbed his eyes. He didn''t know why his eyelids were jumping all the time. He''s been thinking about the question, where did COD and Ken go. He has mobilized all his strength to find them where he can find them, but they seem to be missing and disappear silently.

    He obeyed prando''s arrangement, found three unhappy guys from the bottom of the gang, and promised to promote them to captain and give them a sum of money once they came out. He also beat the three men up to their size according to prando''s request. So far, no bad news has come. He is with prando. If he wants to be unlucky, prando can''t run away. Without his cooperation, gordol can''t muddle through with three specious people.

    But the problem was that he always felt something was wrong, but his brain couldn''t think of so many things, so he could only become more and more agitated.

    He wanted to ask wood, but thought of what prando said to him privately, he denied the idea. Wood has been "eliminated". In fact, he has been eliminated since he can''t solve this problem well. The people behind him can''t support a person who can''t even do such a little thing well. Those big people need tools that are easy to use, not tools to bother themselves.

    In addition to his own efforts and the appreciation of the boss, gordol has been able to come to this step smoothly for so many years.

    At that time, he was just the lowest member of the gang. He stopped, looked at cars and washed horses for the big people outside the theater with several young boys of the same age.

    It was a rainy day. A big man came out of the carriage. A servant opened a black umbrella for him and covered his face. He only saw each other''s beautiful suits, shiny leather boots and white scarves around his neck.

    When the big man got off the carriage, he trampled on a pool of water, and the muddy sewage left some stains on his exquisite and high-grade leather boots. Just when no one else knew what to do, gordol had an idea. He crawled at the big man''s feet, braved the rain, lowered his head and wiped each other''s leather boots with his sleeves. When he looked up, there was only a slightly hoarse voice in his ear asking him - what''s your name.

    He repressed the ecstasy in his heart, showed a smile he thought was the most perfect, and returned to him - gordol, my name is gordol!

    The big man walked directly into the theater in his stunned expression, as if it was just a boring time left in his mind that was not worth the trouble in his life journey. Facing the strange eyes of his companions, gordol just walked back to the eaves at the entrance of the theater from the heavy rain and silently waited for his next chance.

    Until the ninth day, a guy in a windbreaker and top hat found him and asked him a question.

    "Do you dare to kill?"

    Gordol nodded his head. "Dare, stab here with a knife and die!" he stretched out his finger and nodded on his chest. The man handed him a note with two names, an address and time.

    Only 13-year-old gordol stole the only kitchen knife in his family that could be used to cut vegetables and was seriously worn. He spent a night grinding a knife by the well behind his house. The next day, without rest, he went directly to the place on the note, and then quietly waited for the two people who changed their fate.

    From that day on, gordol had a backer and his achievements today.

    He is not a good brain, but he is definitely the best knife for those big people. His boss told him that if there were no accidents, he would support gordol to become the director of tenar regional police station in the election two years later, but before that, he had to let himself wash his dirty things, and then select an equally obedient and useful successor.

    He is not good at using his brain, so what he needs to do most of the time is to obey orders and then carry out them. After thinking about it, he decided to ask the boss for his opinion.

    The inconspicuous car slowly stopped in a roadway. When two patrolmen were just about to come over and tell the driver that they couldn''t stop here, they saw the sign on the car. They chose to shut up and walk away silently.

    Gordol walked two blocks through the alley to a house not far from the city hall and knocked at the door.

    The door was opened by a housekeeper with gray hair and slightly curly hair, dressed in a very decent tuxedo and a bow tie. He looked up and down at godall, who raised his hat brim, then frowned slightly and closed the door. He waited for about three minutes. The housekeeper opened the door again, but this time the housekeeper stood a little behind and gave way to the door.

    While entering the humble house, gordol took off his hat, carefully held it in his arms, and followed the housekeeper to the garden behind the house. An old man with eyes, dressed like a farmer, was holding scissors, puckering his ass, carefully gathered in front of a flowerpot and cut a branch with his scissors. Neither the housekeeper nor gordol spoke, let alone made any sound. They stood at the edge of the garden and quietly watched the old man like a farmer busy for nearly an hour before he put down his scissors.

    "What''s the matter?", the old man took off his mud covered gloves and washed his hands in a twin goddess shaped basin. "You know, you shouldn''t come here."

    A little hoarse voice, like that night many years ago, gordol unconsciously lowered his head, put away his chest, bent down, and showed humility in his tone. "There''s something I don''t understand very well. Let me ask you."

    The old man didn''t have too many smiles on his face. People like him shouldn''t have met gedor. If gedor hadn''t helped him cut off many people who shouldn''t have existed for so many years, he wouldn''t have such an easy position today. He tilted his head and looked at gordol. "Tell me." as he spoke, he unbuttoned his shoulder and walked to the wooden door. Gordol quickly stepped aside and followed.

    He told everything that had happened in the past few days in detail. The old man who took off his Jumpsuit was changing his clothes. Suddenly, his action was a slap with his backhand on godall''s face, which made a slap that could be heard in the whole house. Some small footsteps came from the second floor. The old man''s face eased slightly and went to the study, "get in here!"