"I don't think so." Gordol was restlessly walking around the room. He rubbed his eyes, wondering why his eyelids kept jumping. He had been thinking about a question, where did Cod and Ken go. He had launched all his powers to find them where they could be found, but they disappeared as if they were missing.

He obeyed Prando's arrangement, and found three unhappy guys from the bottom of the gang, promising to promote them to captain once they came out, and give them another sum of money. He also took the trio's stupor at the request of Prandeau, and so far no bad news came. He and Prando are in the same group. If he is going to be unlucky, Prando will definitely not run away. Without his cooperation, Godor will not be able to get through three plausible people.

But the problem is that he always feels that there is something wrong, but he can't think of so many things in his mind, but he can only become more irritable.

想要 He wanted to ask Wood, but thought of what Prando had said to him in private, and rejected the idea. Wood has been "eliminated". Actually, he has been eliminated since he couldn't solve the problem well. The people behind him can't support someone who can't even do such a small thing. Those big men need tools that are easy to use, not tools that bother them.

For so many years, Acura Dole has been able to come to this step smoothly. In addition to its own efforts, there is also the appreciation of the boss above.

At that time, he was just the bottommost member of the gang, and several equally young teenagers parked outside the theater's door for the big men, watched the cars, and washed the horses.

It was a rainy day, a big man came out of the carriage, and a servant opened a black umbrella for him, covering his face strictly. He only saw the exquisite suit, shiny leather boots under his feet, and a white scarf hanging around his neck.

The big man trampled a puddle of water when he got out of the carriage. The muddy sewage left some stains on his exquisite high-end leather boots. Just when no one else knew what to do, Godol had a clever idea. He stood at the feet of the big man, braved the rain, lowered his head, and wiped the other's boots with his sleeves. When he looked up, there was only a slightly husky voice in his ear asking him what was your name.

捺 He held back the ecstasy in his heart, showing a smile that he thought was perfect, and returned to him—Godol, my name is Godol!

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

Until the ninth day, a guy in a trench coat and bowler found him and asked him a question.

"Do you dare to kill?"

Godol nodded his head firmly, "Dare, use a knife to poke here and die!" He reached out and nodded on his chest. The man gave him a note with two names on it. And an address and time.

Gordon, who was only thirteen years old, stole the only kitchen knife that could be used to cut vegetables in the house, which was very worn. He was alone by the water well behind the house and sharpened the knife overnight. The next day he did not rest, went directly to the place on the note, and then quietly waited for two people who changed his destiny.

From that day on, Godor had his backing, and only then did he achieve today.

He is not a good person, but he is definitely the best knife for those big men. His boss told him that, if nothing else, he would support Gordo to become the director of the Tennell Regional Police Department in the election two years later, but before that he had to wash himself out of the dirt, Then pick a successor who is equally obedient.

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

The humble car was slowly parked in an aisle. When two patrol officers were about to come over and told the driver that they could not park here, they saw the sign on the car, and they made a very wise choice to keep silent and walk away.

Acura Dole walked through the alley, walked two streets, and walked outside a house not far from the town hall, knocking on the door.

Opening the door was a housekeeper with gray hair and slightly curly hair, wearing a very decent tuxedo and a bow tie. He glanced up and down at Godol, raising his hat, and frowned slightly, closing the door. He waited for about three minutes, but the housekeeper opened the door again, but this time the housekeeper's station was slightly behind ~ lightnovelpub.net ~, giving way to the door.

Acura Dole took off his hat while entering this humble house, carefully held it in his arms, and followed the housekeeper to the garden behind the house. An old man dressed like a farmer and with eyes is holding scissors, scratching his buttocks, carefully leaning in front of a flower pot, and cutting a branch with his scissors. Neither the housekeeper nor Gordol opened his mouth, nor did he make any sound. They stood on the edge of the garden, watching the old man like a farmer quietly for an hour, and waited until he put down his scissors. .

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

With a slightly hoarse voice, like that night many years ago, Godol lowered his head unknowingly, folded his chest, bent down, and expressed humility in his tone. "I do n’t understand something, come. Ask you. "

The old man didn't have much smile on his face. A character like him shouldn't have met Gordol. If Gordor hadn't helped him cut out many people who should not have existed for so many years, he would not have been so easy. Have such status today. He tilted his head and looked at Gordol. "Speak out, I listen." As he spoke, he unbuttoned his shoulder and walked to the wooden door. Gordor quickly let go and followed him.

He talked about everything that happened in the past few days. The old man who had taken off his jumpsuit was changing clothes. His movement suddenly took a slap, and his backhand was slapped on Gordor's face, and a pop made him heard throughout the house. There were some small footsteps uploaded on the second floor. The old man's face eased slightly, and he walked to the study, "Come in!"