The lid is slowly pushed open, and the colorful flowers are clustering a **** head. There is a breach in the forehead, and a flower is inserted in the breach. This flower is a faint pink. The other flowers are more eye-catching and more special.

It can be seen that Mr. Todd's former secretary was shot and killed from the back of his head. The young people who opened the box were shocked by the picture of this weird atmosphere, as if they saw the evil spirits retreat. Got a few steps. When he was a little more stable, he turned back with a little shame and looked up at Mr. Todd on the balcony, asking him if he should throw this thing away.

Mr. Todd didn't show any scared expression, and there was only a deep disgust on his face. He waved his hand to make the head reinstall, and then sent it to Nami Lindes cemetery and buried it.

Many years ago, Mr. Todd executed some people for Count Lindes, and some were executed on the gallows. These people often had some social status. During the nobility, Hanging was actually a symbol Status of execution. As for ordinary people, they were all beheaded.

Until now, he couldn't forget the moment when the executioner raised the high axe and then cut it hard. The blood flew out of his head, smashing a blood flower, the moment when everything came to zero in his lifetime. All his ambitions started from that moment. He was unwilling to let others take control of his own destiny, and he wanted to be the one who controlled the destiny of others.

He turned black and walked into the room, standing on the balcony and lighting a cigarette. To his status, smoking opportunities are running out. More often, they are eating the pressure-relief items that are favored by the high society. He needs cigarettes now, he doesn't want happiness.

Du Lin killed his former secretary, indicating that Du Lin may already know that the fake tokens came from himself. He thought about it, basically there was no evidence left in the whole thing, and the contact between him and the former secretary was by phone, without any written documents. So it's impossible for Du Lin to have any substantial evidence to accuse himself, the only thing that makes him uncertain is how big Du Lin intends to make this farce.

Obviously he could sit down and negotiate things, and he asked him to make a **** smell of the world.

He hesitated for a moment, picked up the phone and called Louis. After the ex-secretary was finished, another person was involved more deeply, and his illegitimate son Louis. He had no feelings for Louis, as if his superiors and fathers surpassed his father and son.

"I'm Todd."

When he heard this familiar and unfamiliar voice in the receiver, Louis thought he had heard it wrong. When did this "father" also call himself? Almost everything he would tell his ex-secretary to himself, never disdain, nor would he call himself. He immediately sat upright, somewhat humble, as Mr. Todd treated Louis as a subordinate, and when he treated Mr. Todd as if he was facing his boss.

"Mr. Mayor, what do you tell me?", He carefully worded that everything he has today comes from this man. He is no longer a child himself and hates this biological father at all, as long as he can make his life better. He thinks that dignity and the like can be discarded temporarily.

Todd didn't talk nonsense with him, and clarified the words directly, "Leave Nami Lindes at once, go alone and go to the west, I have friends over there." Before Mr. Todd had time to ask why, Mr. Todd hung up the phone . He looked at the receiver in his hands and was a little scratched, but he was used to obeying the order and immediately started packing.

Some small change, probably a few hundred dollars, and several pieces of clothes and two finger-thin gold bars, he hides in the mezzanine of the travel bag. If an accident happens, these two gold bars will become his life-saving money. He didn't care about the woman who had taken off half her clothes on the bed, opened the stand, and took out two pistols from it. One pinned to the back waist and one into the jacket pocket.

He could hear Mr. Todd's impatience, so he had to race against time.

Before leaving the room, he glanced at the wall clock on the wall at 4.58.

At 5:30 in the evening, there will be a train going west, and there is not enough time. He rushed out of the door and shoved into the elevator, then quickly rushed into the street, sat in the car parked outside the apartment building, took out the key, inserted it into the keyhole, and twisted the key. When the car trembled slightly and he could hear the sound of steam emission, he put his foot on the power compartment pedal.

The harsh sound of brakes in his ears caused a slight pause in his movement. A car parked obliquely in front of his car, just blocking his way, and another car stopped alongside him. Louis was a little annoyed, he poked his upper body out of the window and made a very indecent gesture, "Shit, you have to wait for me to grab a parking space, right?"

He lives in a downtown area with few parking spaces. Unlike his biological father and wealthy people, he is not used to living in quiet high-end neighborhoods, and he prefers these apartments in the center of Nami Lindes. Going out of the building is the city center and downtown area. He can enjoy his favorite life anytime, anywhere. He loves it here.

The apartment management company also provides room service like a hotel. Just place valuables in the storage room where the occupant has the key. Hang the cleaning sign on the door handle and leave the spare key to At the service desk in the building, the service staff will clean every inch of the room for him and take the clothes in the cleaning bag for cleaning.

Of course, these services require money, ten dollars a month. This is suitable for a lazy man like him.

The next second, two gun barrels were detected in the window, and the continuous steam instantly blurred each other's sight. Louis stepped on the power module pedal subconsciously, and the car slammed forward, his whole body shook backwards, and the car stopped again.

He lowered his head, looked at the dense gunshots on his chest, and touched the neck that had been penetrated by a shot. The blood had infected his palm, and life was leaving him quickly. At the corner of his eye, a guy in a trench coat, hat and sunglasses came down from the car and dropped a bag of silvery things in the compartment. He knows those things, that is, the tokens he made during this time, five hundred denomination tokens.

In the last few seconds of his life, his gaze had become dim, and even breathing seemed to be absent, he heard a word.

"Mr. Du Lin asked me to say hello!"

Suddenly there were several homicides in this city, and the entire police station was busy, and the operators in the hall barely took a break. The phone was just put down, and the ringing rang quickly.

Either someone was assassinated here on the street, or the house there was on fire, or someone's wallet was taken away by several young people. The city, which has been calm for almost a week, suddenly became lively on the last night of the week, as if these people had made an appointment on this day, at this time a collective crime. There are constantly police cars carrying policemen leaving the police station. The number of police officers at the police station on the weekend will not be very large, and it is even fewer now.

Except for some clerks and operators, there are only six or seven police officers in their inseparable positions.

At this time, a young man in a postman's uniform came in with a handbag. He was wearing a peaked cap, and the brim was pressed down, but from the perspective of the receptionist, the postman could still be seen clearly. He was very handsome, and the first and only thought of the operator at this time.

"Hello, beautiful lady, here is a postal package for ..." The young postman looked at the information on the handbag. "It was addressed to the police chief and asked him to sign in person."

The postman's job was finished here. The operator will notify the police chief and sign it on her behalf ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ But when she was about to say something, the phone rang again. She was apologized. Smiled and picked up the phone.

The postman pointed at the closed door, and the operator hesitated, and finally nodded. She was really busy, and the young man didn't look like a bad person.

The young man smiled at her, making her feel a little warm on her cheek.

At this time, the director of the police station was screaming. The various emergencies in the city have affected the normal life of residents, and there are constant complaints to the police station, even the State Police Investigation Bureau. His boss was seeking his explanation as to why Nami Lindes suddenly had so many cases.

The door was knocked at this time, he covered the microphone and said a while, then watched with some surprise a postman came in with a handbag. He soon didn't care about the young postman, but stood up, stood sideways by the window, and looked at the scenery outside the window, explaining in a low voice.

He saw the young man take out a list and a pen, and signaled him to sign. The moment he walked over and picked up his pen and lowered his pen at the position pointed by the postman, the earpiece in his hand suddenly dropped to the ground. He slowly raised his hands, maintaining a bent posture, and a lot of sweat dripped from his clean forehead.

"Mr. Du Lin asked me to say hello!"

The young postman with a gun in his hand pointed at his head.

The next moment, with a soft bang, the chief of the police station was lying on the table, and then slipped to the table.

The young man took out the handkerchief and wiped the blood on his chest, then straightened the hat. He poured the silver-white denomination of five white tokens in the handbag onto the dead police chief, and calmly left. Police station.