Cosma Empire

I don’t know if anyone has asked you, how much benefit are you willing to take? Do something that you know is dangerous and violates morals and laws.

No one had ever asked Graff that, and it didn't matter, because he had already made up his mind. He knows how to choose between the embarrassing life in the past and the happiness that is already in his hands.

When a person has nothing, he doesn't care about losing and gaining, but when a person has nothing, what he fears most is losing.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his dull eyes always shone coldly in the dark night. As soon as he raised his hand, he pressed the policeman's hand holding the carriage.

The policeman who had already stepped on the pedals and stepped into the carriage paused, turned his head and looked at him, with an indescribable contempt in his eyes, "Why?"

Graff drew from his pocket a roll of money which Dooling had given him as a small compensation for the temporary expropriation of the first profit. Graf has no complaints about this, because he also knows that without Dühring, he can't do anything. Besides, this is not a small sum, a whole hundred yuan. Apart from his eating, drinking and looking for women, there are probably more than seventy yuan left.

For ordinary people in this era, this is almost equal to the money that can be saved by frugality for a year. He took out the roll of money, and after counting a few, he suddenly stopped counting and stuffed it directly into the policeman's pocket, and patted it gently to smooth out the wrinkles on the pocket for the policeman. .

"It's so late, Mr. Police still has to patrol, so you must have not eaten after working so hard? Why don't you go to the restaurant in front of you to have something warm?" Graf's tone was full of discussion and a certain flattery, but his His eyes didn't match what he said.

From Du Lin's point of view, Graf is a bit stupid, a bit stupid, but this does not mean that Graf has no social experience.

What is society?

Society is a giant that is so strong that it is outrageous. It keeps slapping everyone's face. When the slap of society hits everyone's face, it feels pain. That pain is social experience. Everyone grows up under constant slaps, and has gained enough social experience to allow themselves to try their best to hide when the society raises their hands.

Graff has social experience, so he handled this accident according to his own understanding, and he thought it would be useful.

Under the dim streetlights, the greed in the policeman's eyes was brighter than the streetlights. He was very clear and saw the money in Graf's hand when he counted the money, at least fifty yuan. This is a judgment based on his experience, and the roll of money is at least fifty yuan. But the fifty yuan did not satisfy his greed. Graff gave him fifty yuan, and he realized that the things on these carriages could bring more benefits to this big man than fifty yuan.

Maybe a few hundred dollars, maybe a few thousand dollars or more. As a policeman, he knew almost everything about the gray businesses in Tenel City. He can almost tell which tycoon got his start, which boss has dirty business. It was precisely because of this that he made a move on these carriages, because he didn't know these people and they were all new faces.

Don't underestimate the power of rules. Whether it's gangs or the police, they are obeying rules that ordinary people can't see. There are fixed procedures for each force to use every time to obtain benefits, but this time tonight is absolutely abnormal. No one notified him that someone will deliver goods on this road at night, so he thinks it is a chance. He's a policeman, upholding justice, and stopping crime isn't what he's supposed to do?

After getting into the carriage completely, the tip of his nose could smell the faint scent of wine, and the ecstasy on the policeman's face almost disappeared in a flash. As much as he knew the city well, he knew the bootleg profits as well.

It doesn't need much, as long as the goods in this carriage belong to him, he will have no problem leaving the city immediately.

Of course, just to be on the safe side, he decided to pry open a box. After all, besides moonshine, there was also low-alcohol fruit wine.

Under the squeeze of the baton, the wooden shelf made an unpleasant twisting sound. With trembling hands, he took out a bottle of wine, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and his whole face turned red in an instant.

Just when the policeman decided to eat the goods, Graf also made a decision, a very difficult decision. Because the carriage stopped, the little guys behind all leaned over. Graff raised his head and looked at another policeman who was leaning against the driver of the carriage and smoking a cigarette. Several teenagers nodded immediately.

Next, Graf pulled out the dagger from the back of his waist, stepped on the pedals and got into the carriage.

Ever since Morris was killed, he knew that he might have taken another path, and one day he would have to face such a choice.

But he has no regrets.

The carriage shook a few times as Graff boarded the carriage, and the ecstatic policeman turned his head abruptly, just about to frighten the big, unfamiliar man and swallow the goods. In the next second, before he could say anything, a sharp dagger was inserted into his eye socket and stirred it up.

Graff hurriedly took a step forward, hugged the limp policeman, and quietly put him aside.

Outside the car, the policeman holding the brake handle of the carriage was smoking a cigarette, looking at the exquisite goods in the cabinet on the street, wondering what he was thinking. After taking the last puff, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground, glanced down, stepped on it, and crushed it. When he looked up again, he found that there were six and a half teenagers around him. The faces of these teenagers were a little creepy, and there was a fierce light in their eyes, just like the dogs who greeted him at home every night when he went back, their eyes were green.

He had already sensed that something was wrong, and when he immediately went to take out the pistol on his belt, the teenagers rushed over. They were tightly packed together, and the smoking policeman slowed down as he reached for his belt. His gaze slowly moved from the face of a ferocious young man in front of him to his waist and abdomen.

The three daggers were all stuck in, until the blade was missing, and two of them were frantically twisting. He didn't feel much pain at this time, and when his body was suddenly injured, he would have an overreaction, temporarily blocking the transmission of pain. The fear in his eyes dissipated the unspeakable things before, and when he opened his mouth and wanted to shout, a boy immediately covered his mouth, while the other boy twitched the knife and inserted it into his throat.

The whole process took less than ten seconds, and the policeman entered the carriage with the support of two or three teenagers.

There was a hint of excitement in Graff's eyes. He pulled the dagger out of the policeman's eye socket, wiped it on his clean police uniform, and took out the money in his pocket. He spat out a mouthful of saliva before inserting the dagger back into its sheath.

The curtain of the car was lifted at this time, he glanced at it, and immediately went up to drag another "sleeping" policeman, and the carriage drove slowly again.

Except for some not-so-obvious bloodstains on the ground, even if there were witnesses, they might not dare to say anything or do anything.

This group of people even dare to kill the police, don't they dare to kill ordinary people?

Under the dim light of the street lamps, the three carriages gradually disappeared into the night behind the intersection, as if they had never stopped here at all.

Not long after, a terrified passerby poked his head out from the dark alley, looked at the place where the carriage disappeared, and shivered.

He's just an ordinary tramp, he doesn't want to cause trouble, so he decides to leave here.

Just as he was leaving quickly in the opposite direction, he accidentally bumped into a passerby because of fear and panic.

At this time, there are not many pedestrians on the road in Tener City, not to mention that it is not a bustling road section. After eight o'clock every day, there are almost a handful of pedestrians on the road.

While apologizing, he raised his head and his heart trembled. It was another group of half-grown young people.

The leading young man wore a peaked cap and a windbreaker with a plaid woolen sweater inside the open windbreaker.

"Be careful when you walk!", the young man said to him, and he nodded repeatedly. The young man seemed to have thought of something, and took out a one-dollar note from his pocket and stuffed it into his coat pocket, " The weather is getting colder, go buy some winter clothes!"

He was a little at a loss as he watched this group of people pass by him, and when he turned around and could no longer see those people, he looked blankly at his ripped pocket, lying quietly with a piece of one dollar bills. banknotes.