Cosma Empire

Prondo's eyelids obviously twitched when he heard the word sincerity. The hot ten thousand yuan is still in the safe behind the kitchen cupboard of his remote property. It wasn't that he didn't dare to spend money lavishly. There wasn't much he didn't dare to do in this corrupt and semi-public Tenel City. He just felt that the 10,000 yuan might be returned to Du Lin at an appropriate time and in a way that he didn't even know.

He had this premonition!

So when he heard Du Lin mention the word sincerity again, he obviously felt a little bit pained. This is the first time that I am so afraid of taking bribes, it is really unprecedented!

"This has nothing to do with sincerity!" Prondo pushed open the door of the office, walked in and stood by the door holding the doorknob, and closed the door heavily after Du Lin and Mason entered. This is a signal to tell the little secretary at the door that if anyone comes to visit, they must first notify Prandeau inside. There is also an inner room in the director's office, which is a lounge, and people can go in to avoid it if necessary.

He walked to the edge of the bar and took out three glasses, and when he was about to pour some wine, he found that they were already empty. Looking at the cup in his hand, he had to go to the coffee machine and poured three cups of coffee.

Mason stood up and took the coffee from Prondo. Although he was a little cautious, he couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart. This is the coffee that the chief of the district police station poured for himself. When he turned his face away, he realized that Du Lin hadn't stood up at all, and Prondo poured the coffee down in front of him on his own initiative.

The three sat down again.

"Indeed, there is a director who is about to retire, but you should understand that I can't just send a newcomer who has no foundation at will to the position of the director of the branch. The police officers may not say anything , I am afraid that their hearts will be shaken, and their hearts will be disturbed at that time, and they will betray me, which will be a huge loss to me, so I said that this has nothing to do with money," he picked up his glass and took a sip of coffee , looking at Mason with an honest face, he couldn't figure out how the two could be related by blood, he continued: "But if it is the sheriff, I can guarantee this, there is no problem at all, anytime, anywhere Either way, even now."

Du Lin lowered his head, reached out and pinched the rim of the wine glass and rubbed it carefully, as if he hadn't heard Prondo's explanation.

The chief of the regional police station actually has quite a lot of power. The detectives of the Police Investigation Bureau do have the right to question the chief of the local police station, but even if the case is opened for investigation, a permit signed by an important person from the State Bureau of Investigation is required. No one would dare to say anything even if Prondo was so absurd that he promoted a dog as the bureau chief. It was clear that everything he said was aimed at dismissing the matter.

Mason didn't understand why Durin wasn't satisfied, it was the Sheriff! Not long ago, he made a life plan for himself, and his first goal was to become a sheriff from a policeman within three years. He thought it would take a long time and a lot of money—about fifty yuan—to realize his dream. But everything that happened now has to make him doubt his own world and himself. They are all brothers in the same family. Why is there such a big gap between brothers?

He wished that Du Lin agreed immediately, but he glanced at Du Lin who was silent several times, and wisely did not speak. He is very clear that being able to sit in this office can already be said to be due to the power of his younger brother Du Lin, and he has no reason to change Du Lin's original decision.

Du Lin is like an old man who loves antiques, his eyes are all about the one-dollar glass. Prondo frowned, and when he was about to say something, Du Lin looked up.

His envious smile, the stream of light in his eyes between the fluttering eyelashes are full of bright sincerity, and his voice is full of praise and jealousy,

"Director Plando, I actually envy you, really!"

Prando's heart tightened, but his face didn't change at all. He didn't know what this kid wanted to do again, but there was a chill along the gap in his buttocks, and it came to the top of his head, making his hairs stand on end, feeling uneasy. He moved his buttocks, "Oh? Really? I'm a small local bureau chief who is out of shape, what can I envy?" He took the thick-bottomed glass on the table in his hand, "It's you, young Promising, rich and handsome, I should envy you, right?" His self-mockery and the series of laughter after he finished speaking were very contagious, but unfortunately, Du Lin couldn't be infected.

"Director Prondo, you're over the top." Du Lin was polite, but Prondo was even more disturbed. He stared at Du Lin closely with a smile, wanting to see how he would make a move, but Du Lin Lin's next words made his face change color.

"I heard that Director Prandeau has a very happy family, with a beautiful wife and lovely children. Isn't this enviable enough?"

The next moment, Prondo slammed the glass on the ground, and the muddy coffee splashed everywhere. He pulled out the pistol in his hand and pointed it at Du Lin, "Are you spying on me and my family? ! I'll kill you!", Mr. Chief, who had always been smiling, looked a little ferocious, and his voice was stern. His family is his backlash. Although many powerful people have a weak concept of "family", it does not prevent them from maintaining the sanctity and sense of mission of "family".

It may be that the secretary outside the door heard the sound of the glass breaking and wanted to find out, or came in to clean up, and knocked on the door, but in exchange for it, Prondo roared—"Get out!"

Mason was so frightened that he half stood up, with his arms pressed against the back of the sofa, his body leaning back extremely, looking at Prondo who suddenly ran away with a look of shock.

On the contrary, Rossi, who caused the conflict, still looked nonchalant, picked up the wine glass for the first time, took a sip of the coffee in it, and commented: "The wheat kernel soup tastes burnt, I just can't drink it." Get used to it." He put the cup back on the table and adjusted its position as if he had never held it before, then leaned forward and put his forehead against the muzzle of Prondo's gun.

"For the first time, someone put a gun to my head, you can try to pull the trigger, maybe everything will end."

"But I promise, you'll have an amazing trip that you probably couldn't have imagined yourself!"