Cosma Empire

Du Lin, who had just fallen asleep, was called by Dufo. The sea cliff was a little cold. He put on a coat and went downstairs. Totti walked back and forth anxiously, a half-old child sitting by the side. The sound of his footsteps shocked Totti downstairs, and he immediately ushered in and stood under the stairs waiting for Doolin.

Du Lin patted his brain, drank a little wine at night, and was awoke just awake as soon as he fell asleep. He glanced at the child who was sitting idly, and moved his eyes to Totti. For Du Lin, who has no nightlife, the concept of midnight after eight o'clock, in fact, his age should be the age of fun. For example, Little Fowles and the like can not return home as much as possible and do not return. Family.

He does not have these hobbies, nor can he say that he does not have them at all, but he does not like them too much. For Du Lin, at this time, Irian was like a second-tier city in a dream, and entertainment venues and projects were like a third-tier city. These things can't attract his attention at all, it's better to sleep early and get up early to maintain a good body.

Totti wiped the sweat on his face and swallowed a spit. "Do you remember the couple the other day? They were taken away. I personally guess it was Mr. Fowles!"

Du Lin's eyes finally got a little glamorous, he went to the bar and poured himself a glass of ice water. "How do you know it was made by the old Fowles?"

Totti pointed to the child. "He watched the men break into their home and arrested the couple. He also said that he would be buried with some young master. Their family had no enemies and their relationship with their neighbors was also Very good, so I think this thing should be done by Old Fowles, after all, he has just died his son. As a father, I can understand his pain, so I do n’t think he did anything extreme. impossible."

Du Lin nodded, "I know this, you go back to rest first, and everything will be fine tomorrow."

Mopping the floor, he could not stop talking, but he saw that Du Lin had lost the thought of continuing the conversation, and he could only sigh and walked out of the manor with the child's hand.

After Totty had gone, Dove, who had not slept, came over holding a suit, and Du Lin glanced at it for a while, or changed it.

This sudden incident was actually a test for him. If he could bring the couple back, the fame of the township association would be known within a certain scale. The priority now is to find where Fowlers took them, and as long as the person is not dead, he is sure to bring them all back.

"Call up Ellis and ask him to go to the bar and ask if there is a warehouse at Old Froth's side of the port. If there is, take someone to see and try to search it carefully. You, Savie and I will go directly Floss's villa, he'd better be there! ", Du Lin patted his hand moving on his neckline, smiled slightly, bypassed Dove and walked towards the door." Take everything, I don't want to be surprised halfway. "

At this point, Old Frost was in his villa. He looked a little shabby now. There were still a few yellow dirt on the collar of the white shirt, and the old face looked extremely dull. The hair is messy. He sat down on a chair with his arms pressed against the back of the chair. The couple was not far away from him. He just watched them watch for about five or six minutes without saying a word.

The steward instructed some people to spread a piece of waterproof canvas across the ground. This is the gardener's warehouse, which is about 70 to 80 square meters. A variety of props for gardening can be seen in the grid on the wall. For example, iron wire, twisted iron pieces, pliers for pruning branches, and some shovel and hoes of different sizes.

Seeing that the canvas was almost on the ground, Old Frost took out a cigarette and took a breath. "My son is dead!" He looked at the couple, but he There is no clear focal length in the eyes, and I don't know who he said this sentence to, or to himself?

"Actually, I know, I knew early on that he couldn't be a great successor in the future. When he was young, we were too fond of him. No matter what he wants, we will satisfy him. I still remember his thirteenth birthday. That day, he told me how shocked and angry I was when I wanted a woman, even though we were all laughing at the time. From that moment, I knew that he was a waste, a waste that would only eat, drink and play. "

"He's just like what I know of him. All that precious time is spent on wine and women. I don't blame him. My indulgence to him has caused his character, and it's all my fault. Sometimes I scold him. I hit him twice in the past few years. I used to expect to turn his life around, but I failed. I was desperate. I thought I was an amazing person, but who Can you think that I actually have such a son? "

He took another cigarette, his eyes gradually gathered on the couple, and his fists gradually clenched. "No matter how useless and wasteful he is, that's my son, my son!", Lao Frooms stood up sharply, raised his chair and slumped to the ground fiercely. He exerted a lot of force, some blue rolling ribs were bulging on his forehead, and the chair fell apart after a wailing noise.

He kicked the scattered chair away, walking back and forth, panting heavily, his hands waving irregularly, and his voice became louder, filled with boundless anger, "That's my son, Only I can hit him, scold him, and no one can do unreasonable things to him, but you ... "He strode to the couple tied to two chairs, snarling at them "But you killed him, and without my permission you took away my most important family and the most beloved gem in this world!"

"You all **** it!"

Looking at Old Froth's face close and crooked and terrible, the woman bit her lips tightly, and tears flashed in her eyes. The man was relatively calm. He shook his head, but said nothing.

Old Frost's chest was violently undulating, and after a while he unexpectedly calmed down the anger. He folded his hands with the hair scattered on the edge of his purse, neatly neatly, and closed his head with his head closed. It took a while for him to return to normal. He picked up the cigarette end that had fallen on the canvas, and the soon-to-be-extinguished **** became brighter under the action of air inhalation. He took another step and poked the **** severely. On the man's forehead, "What do you shake? Huh? What do you shake! Do you think I am ridiculous? Or do you think you have done a great thing?"

The man's face suddenly turned pale, his eyes filled with hatred and looked at Old Frost, not because of the torture he was suffering, but because he thought of his lovely daughter.

Old Frost retracted his hand and patted his clothes. "You killed my son for three thousand dollars ... You said, what should I do with you?"

At this time the man spoke, "Your son is worth at least 3,000 yuan, but my daughter is worth only 2,000 yuan, Mr. Fowles, your son is enough for him!"

"Did you admit it?" Old Fowles laughed. "I knew it was you, voila, he admits it!" He twisted his head and looked at the steward standing by surprise, "I said Whatever it is, they must have done it! "He strode to the grid with various tools, found a pair of scissors for building branches, came back, shook his head and said "No, you can't do it. You can't afford a truck, let alone a killer. Who's helping you? Say his name and I'll give you a lot of joy."

Neither of them spoke, and Froes stepped to the woman's side, pinching out her little finger, and pinching it with a pair of scissors, "We have time tonight, you will say, I swear!", In his hand With a hard push and a soothing squeal, the woman's little finger broke off her palm and fell to the floor. The woman cried out frantically, struggling fiercely.

Old Fowles took a step back with satisfaction and squeezed a few clicks of the scissors, "I respect those who have persisted, I hope you can let me continue to respect!"

From time to time, a terrible sorrow erupted in the small warehouse. The sound drifted away with the wind, but was blocked by lush vegetation and did not spread.

After about twenty minutes, a very worn-out car parked outside the Villa Fros.

"Check the weapons and bullets ~ www.readwn.com ~ Lao Fu should be crazy, everyone be careful." Du Lin put on a black body armor, making his body look a bit strange. The bullet-proof vests he wore were bought from the police station. The police station sold guns, such as bullet-proof vests or riot shields and batons. As long as the buyer had money and status, they would be happy to sell them. of.

Such a bullet-proof vest is sold for 700 yuan, lighter, more defensive to bullets and more convenient. Du Lin bought more than 20 pieces at a time and hung in the cellar of the manor. He transformed the cellar into a weapon warehouse, and put the weapons that he obtained in Tener and the scattered pieces collected here.

Dufo moved his limbs for a while, and some of them were not used to it. This kind of thing was really a little obstructive. But he also knows the role of bulletproof vests. At this point today, he is not the street idiot who is worthless, and he also cherishes his own life. There is nothing to do if you are not prepared, but if you are prepared, he chooses to wear this body armor.

Savi was carrying a travel bag with weapons and ammunition, and it was not convenient to take them out without figuring out the situation. Of course, all three had pistols on them, so they could quickly counterattack in the event of an accident.

In this way, Dooling rang the doorbell of the old Forsyth villa.