Sal tightened his trench coat, and it was a little cold. He was accompanied by three men, and two others were hidden to protect him. Sal had been staffing these men a few weeks ago, and they were all players he had known for years.

Sal even went to great lengths to put them in bulletproof suits and linings, with only one purpose: when the bullets came, the gang could block them.

As the stationmaster of the service station, Sal never imagined that he would need to put security measures in such a proper place. After all, the assassination of the head of the service station is rare, and it is a thankless thing to do to harm others and harm oneself.

However, when there is also infighting among service providers, this preparation has to be made. Especially since Sal is still a member of Mawson's line, and if he doesn't prepare, it's no different from suicide.

If he could, Sal would not want to be on the same page as Mawson. It's a pity that when he first entered the industry, he was too deeply involved with Mawson. When he was young, he was not strict with his mouth, and many secrets were mastered by Mawson.

As a result, he had to be on Mawson's side. As far as he knew, several other stationmasters who supported Mawson were in a similar situation. But in any case, betrayal is betrayal.

No reason or excuse is useless, and being a traitor means that you will inevitably face purges. The disappearance of the steward was the most frightening thing for Sal. Being missing means not knowing whether he is alive or dead.

Mawson thought that he could ascend to the top and shout, and he would be able to follow the clouds. As a result, except for a few of them singing a one-man show, there was no stationmaster to pee on them at all. It's embarrassing.

Thrall would love to talk to the other webmasters, but that's obviously not possible. Aside from a few of them, the other webmasters looked at them like they were looking at shit.

So Sal also knows that he hasn't died until now because the manager hasn't appeared. Or rather, the governor didn't give the order to kill them. So he's still alive. If the governor says let him die.

Sal felt that his chances of survival were low. Of course, even if it's very low, he is willing to fight for it. That's why he has these five people as his bodyguards.

And now Sal doesn't even dare to ride the car easily, and he even goes out less. Except for what is necessary, he will never take half a step out of his safe house. All trading in the station has stopped, and he is barely surviving on his former savings.

"Fack...... This damn life......" Sal cursed with a wry smile, just three hours before he had heard that his colleague who had joined him in Mawson had died. The way of death is rather strange, he was electrocuted in the bathroom.

The result of the investigation was a leakage. And from this, Sal smelled a hint of conspiracy. Even in a safe house, he was restless. Just go out and take a look around.

He tries to lure his opponent out and take them out, or expose them. I have to say, this is an extremely dangerous approach. However, Sal vaguely felt that this might be his only way to survive.

"Be careful!!" Suddenly, a terrible roar rang out. The bodyguard beside Sal frantically bumped his body into Sal, only to see Sal stumble and fall into a rolling gourd.

It was also at this time that a huge piece of glass "snapped~!" from mid-air! "Slam down! Just ran into Sal's bodyguard and was smashed directly into a meatloaf. Thrall's pupils shrank sharply, and several bodyguards hurried over to try to block him with their bodies.

"Smack~! Squeak~~" It was also at this time that a bang followed by the sound of tooth sore brakes. Sal, who was lying on the ground, had two words in his mind: It's over!

But I heard "click~!" There was a crisp sound, and the car had stopped. However, several bodyguards looked at Sal lying on the ground in a daze, and his whole head had been directly pressed by the wheels.

But I saw the red and white brain and blood splattering all over the ground from under the wheels. The corpse with the skull exploded was still twitching. The blood splattered on the asphalt and slowly flowed down the slope to the sewers......

Berlin, Mawson rubbed his brow tiredly. The phone in his hand suddenly rang, and Mawson's brow jumped. Looking at the number, Mawson still chose to pick up the phone.

"Sal is dead, car accident." Mawson's hand shook slightly, and then he whispered, "Got it." ”

After saying that, he hung up the phone. Looking at Berlin as night fell, Mawson suddenly seemed to be several years older. Within today's time, two stationmasters who supported him died suddenly. One died from electrocution and one from a car accident.

A chill rose from the bottom of Mawson's heart, and he now regretted so much that he had gotten involved in it. The purge of the legion had already begun, and for three days in a row he didn't even need to ask.

Just by looking at the news, you can see a lot of familiar faces dying unexpectedly. But the methods of those people were much rougher, and they died either by robbery or by fighting. In short, it's a very violent way to die.

The councillors who had been on his side and pressured the legion were also hit one after another. Several voluntarily chose to resign, while others went on vacation abroad. Clearly, they were warned to make such a choice.

Some of the dark lines have also lost contact, and several people supported by the Marseille side have disappeared directly. And it's not that I'm missing, it's my whole family who is missing. This is obviously someone who has been wiped out, but the other party can't find any traces of it.

Mawson only felt that death was approaching him little by little, and the feeling of being strained a little bit by a noose around his neck was really bad. He actually wanted to fight back, but found that he couldn't seem to mobilize any strength.

After a long silence, Mawson dialed a number. The phone rang twice before it was answered.

"Two of my people died today, and they are all my main supporters!" Holding the phone, Mawson whispered, "What the hell are you guys doing?!" Even if the chief can't find it, don't you have a way to fight back now that the legion and jackals are doing it?! ”

On the other end of the phone, a helpless voice came: "We also want to fight back, and now we are preparing ......"

"By the time you're ready, I'll be dead." Mawson held the phone and said with a wry smile: "How is it in South Sudan?!" How did the jackal's cook come back! Didn't you say you could hold him back?! ”

The voice continued: "We dragged on, but someone helped him ......"

"Someone must help him, otherwise what do you want to do!" Mawson almost roared: "Fight back!" Now we need to fight back! Do you understand?! If we don't fight back effectively, all neutral forces will fall to them! ”

Mawson said, exhaling, "Believe me, Zion must be in contact with the jackals. Maybe even the Holy See. If you can't fight back effectively, maybe the service station will turn around against us soon! ”