The Cold War: Jumping back and forth between the two camps

A police car stopped across the street from the apartment and a tall, red-haired white young man got out of the driver's seat.

Although he was wearing a police uniform, he was not wearing a police hat. The direction he was walking in was exactly the apartment where Dunn and Victor were.

When the young policeman came a little closer, Dunn recognized him.

It was none other than my good friend from high school, O’Neill Glatt.

"This guy happened to be assigned to patrol the nearby streets. He must have seen me open the window, so he came to find me!"

Victor said a little dejectedly.

"Victor! How about we play a prank?"

Dunn said, raising an eyebrow.

A moment later there was a knock on Victor's door.

"Victor! Open the door! I know you're in there!"

O'Neill's impatient voice came from the door.

After waiting for a while and seeing that the door still didn't open, O'Neal reached out and knocked on the door hard again.

"Fuck! O'Neal! I just got home and you're here to complain! Can't you let me rest?"

Victor opened the door with an impatient look on his face.

He turned around and continued walking inside, and O'Neal followed him in.

"What have you been doing these days? Where have you been fooling around?"

After entering Victor's house, O'Neal closed the door.

"O'Neill! My old man doesn't even care about me, what are you doing!"

Victor was already sitting on the sofa, lying in a Ge You style, and spoke lazily.

"Victor, I'm doing this for your own good..."

O'Neal stopped talking before he could finish his words because something was pressing against the back of his heart. From the touch, it felt like the muzzle of a pistol.

Subconsciously, O'Neal wanted to look back, and a sharp and unpleasant voice came from behind him.

"Don't look back! Put your hands up!"

O'Neal immediately raised his hands.

At this time, Victor, who was half paralyzed on the sofa, also stood up and looked at O'Neal with a complicated expression.

"Victor, you are dishonest, why didn't you tell me that the person who came was a cop!"

The unpleasant voice behind me came again.

"Boss! This is my middle school classmate. I didn't expect that he would come to my house to see me at this time!"

Victor sighed softly and turned his gaze to O'Neal.

"O'Neill! You shouldn't have come to me at this time! Don't worry, I will leave you this intact body!"

"Victor, what do you want to do?"

Hearing Victor say this, O'Neal became excited instantly.

"Don't you know how I treated you? If it weren't for me, you would have been in jail long ago!"

"O'Neill! I'm sorry!"

Victor's acting skills burst out at this time, and he looked reluctant and determined.

"I don't want this to happen. You shouldn't have come to me at this time!"

"Fuck you, Victor, you are such a piece of shit..."

O'Neal was scolding Victor in an emotional state, but suddenly he turned around and shook the hand of the person behind him.

He was about to twist the other person's hands behind his back to restrain him.

At this moment, he saw clearly that what was against his back was an umbrella, and what he was holding was not the other person's hand, but the umbrella.

When I looked again, the person opposite me was a familiar face.

"Waterfake! Dunn! It's you, kid!"

After a moment, Victor, who was pressed on the sofa by O'Neal, begged for mercy.

"O'Neill, it's just a joke! Don't get too excited, please forgive me!"

"Fuck, I've already told you, this idea was from Dunn, why don't you settle the score with him!"

"Dun En! You are such a disloyal boy! This bad idea was originally yours. I was just cooperating with you. Why don't you come and save me now!"

No matter what Victor said, O'Neal kept punching Victor on the back. Of course, O'Neal did not kill him, and controlled the force precisely to cause harm to Victor without hurting him.

Dunn was watching the fun with a smile on his face.

Victor was pinned down on the sofa and beaten for nearly 10 minutes before O'Neal, who was relieved, released him.

"O'Neill! You are a bully! Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

Victor straightened his messy clothes with an unwilling look on his face.

"Yeah, I can't beat him, so I can only take it out on you. What's wrong with bullying the weak and fearing the strong?"

O'Neal rolled his eyes and said this, making Victor tremble with anger.

Then he pointed his finger at Dunn who was still laughing.

"And you, you're the worst! Fuck, are you just going to watch him beat me up?"

"Okay, okay! Sorry, Victor!"

Dunn still had a smirk on his face and raised his hands in surrender.

"It's not that I don't want to help you, but O'Neal is holding you down like a bull, and I can't pull him away!"

"you you you……"

维克多颤抖的指着邓恩和奥尼尔，看了看身高1米85的奥尼尔，又看了看身高1米90的邓恩，忘了忘了自己1米65的身高。

Finally, he sighed helplessly. How angry! These two guys were as big as two bears. He couldn't beat any of them!

In the end, Victor could only blame himself for being unlucky and making two bad friends. When you live under someone's eaves, you have to bow your head. Even though it's his own roof, he still has to bow his head.

After a while, three people appeared in a pub near Victor's house. An Asian youth with medium-length black hair sat with them. It was Zhang Dezhong, another classmate of Dunn.

"cheers!"

A few good friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time started chatting after drinking a few glasses.

"Dun, are you really going to retire? I heard that your brother is going to be promoted to major general soon. With a major general brother, you must have a bright future in the army, right?"

After putting down the wine glass, O'Neal asked puzzledly.

He had another worry in his mind. Although the Dunn family was wealthy now, the Sicilians in Little Italy all had more or less intricate ties with the Mafia.

Coupled with the relationship between Dunn and Victor, he was really worried that several of his good friends would all go astray.

"Don't worry, O'Neill! I've found a new job and will be doing some translation work in a government agency!"

Dunn replied with his eyes twinkling. He could guess what O'Neal was worried about.

"That's it!"

O'Neal couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard that Dunn already had a proper job.

Two of his childhood friends are already in gangs, which has put him under a lot of pressure. He doesn't want to end up becoming opponents of his two friends and might even have them sent to jail himself.

"O'Neal! You are just worrying about nothing. Even if Dunn doesn't have a job, he will inherit his uncle's restaurant in the future. He will definitely have no worries about food and clothing in the future, which is much better than the rest of us!"

Victor looked slightly tipsy. He had the worst alcohol tolerance among all the people and now he was a little unconscious and was talking more.

"I'm not saying that with my old man here, he won't let me do too many dangerous tasks. Instead of staring at me, you might as well keep a close eye on this kid Clay! He really started from the bottom of their gang and has no backing..."

"Victor, you TM..."

Zhang Dezhong immediately became unhappy when he saw Victor was bringing the trouble upon himself.