Chapter 242: Infiltrate! In the cage! Please vote

Fuck, I fainted!

Mu Zhi looked blankly at the quarreling man and woman, and for a moment he couldn't figure out their relationship...

The quarrel between the two became more and more intense. The woman ignored the situation and threw the child directly on the dining table, then jumped into a struggle with the man.

The baby was suddenly thrown and cried harder and harder. His hands and feet under the clothes were flailing wildly, and his young face turned red.

A man and a woman were fighting fiercely, but they didn't pay attention...

The hotel was in chaos.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Unexpectedly, he became irritated, slammed the table, and cursed angrily:

"Go out and beat me! Didn't you see the child crying? What should I do if I cry too much?"

"Are you really a parent? Are you worthy? Are you your biological child?"

After saying this, Mo Zhi immediately felt that he had said the wrong thing, etc. It seemed that they were not all biological, right?

A woman must be a mother, but a man may not be a father!

The diners in the restaurant all agreed and scolded the men and women, but no one stepped forward to stop the fight.

The two separated angrily...

The woman wiped a handful of messy hair, turned her head and stared at Mo Jie, put her hands on her hips and said boldly:

"Who are you? It's your turn to take care of my business?"

The man also raised his eyebrows, stood behind the woman, and shouted at Mu Zhi:

"Are you the Donghai police? You are so lenient!"

"Eating melon seeds can also get rid of you, a bed bug?!"

This shit is coming at me. My eyebrows are beating wildly, but my heart is sighing:

Sure enough, the best way to deflect internal conflicts is to establish a common external enemy.

The man took a few steps forward and reached out to grab Mu Zhi's collar.

Bang~bang

There were two crisp gunshots, and sparks flew everywhere on the marble floor.

Mo Zhi held the pistol, put it to his mouth and blew lightly, and the smoke floating from the muzzle immediately dissipated...

The man's steps had long been frozen, and he still dared to take even half a step forward.

The woman also had a look of fear on her face, her mouth wide open.

There was silence in the restaurant, and the diners all showed scared expressions... This young man was always ready to draw a gun.

madman!

Immediately, some timid people quietly stood up and moved towards the door.

Unpredictable raised his eyebrows and shouted to the person who was about to run at the door:

"Don't run away! You haven't paid for the meal yet."

After saying that, he smiled brightly at the hotel owner's wife who was already stunned.

The landlady immediately came to her senses, chased after her, and blocked the door with her body:

"Those who don't pay the money have no way to leave."

The man and woman dared to chatter at each other. The woman came to her senses, picked up the crying child, turned around and left, not even daring to look in the direction of the unknown.

"Stop!" Mo Zhi said.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed on the woman, who dared not move even a little bit.

The man swallowed his saliva, stood tremblingly behind the woman holding the child, stretched out his head and begged for mercy:

"Brother...we...we were wrong. We will never dare to quarrel again...let us go."

Standing behind the woman, Unpredictable pointed the direction of the bar counter with his pistol:

"You coward, go and pay for the meal first."

The man hurriedly reached into his arms, took out a handful of change, and ran to the counter to pay the bill. He unexpectedly looked at the woman again:

"Coax the child well. As long as he doesn't cry, you can leave. If you can't coax the child well, don't leave!"

The woman was stunned for several breaths, and then she understood what the unpredictable man meant. She quickly found a seat to sit down, untied her clothes in a panic, and breastfed the child...

I don’t know if the sound of the gunshot scared the child so much, but the little friend kept wailing and crying despite the “delicious food” he stuffed into his mouth...

For a moment, the woman was in a hurry, but the child kept crying.

Seeing that she couldn't coax the child well, the woman raised her head and looked at Mo Zhi, her face was troubled and her eyes were full of pleading. However, she saw that Mo Zhi was holding a pistol and remained unmoved.

I can only try again, holding the baby back and forth...

The woman cried and said to the child in her arms:

"Little bastard, stop crying...please! Stop crying..."

"It's dangerous for me to cry anymore..."

Uncle Cat stuffed the last piece of sashimi into his mouth, hooked it with his claws, and showed a puzzled expression while chewing:

What the hell do you want to do again?

He knew that this guy would not do anything good for no reason. If he did, there must be some other purpose behind it.

Mo Zhi raised his head, glanced out the window, and smiled at Uncle Cat: "In a moment, help me hold these two guys down."

The old cat stretched out his head and glanced out of the unpredictable window, and found two security guards guarding the door of Yan Heng's house walking over quickly. He suddenly understood.

I cursed angrily in my heart: Meow! Sure enough...

There was a shooting in the hotel, and the nefarious person who had just checked out and ran out would definitely call the police, and the nearest security guards were these two who were guarding the scene across the street... right next to the building.

Mo Zhi put the gun in his arms, turned around and said to the old cat: "Hold these two until I come back."

After saying that, he stood up and left, no one dared to stop him.

Who dares to stop a madman who shoots randomly?

Passing by the woman, he saw that the child was still crying. He sighed and stopped.

Suddenly he stretched out his hand. The woman was so frightened that her hair stood on end, and at the same time, she kept waving her palms in front of the little baby.

In the blink of an eye, the child gradually calmed down. Not only did he stop crying, but he soon began to snore slightly... It seemed that he was tired from crying.

The woman looked up in surprise, only to find that the young man in a black trench coat had opened the door of the hotel and strode away.

Mo Zhi met two security guards and quickly stepped forward:

"Two sirs, there is a madman in the hotel who shoots randomly. Go and capture him quickly!"

"Go quickly! Someone might be killed!"

"I know, I know." A security guard pulled out his baton and shook it off impatiently:

"Isn't this coming? Why are you urging me? Do you want to be an outstanding Ironborn in Hot Spring City?"

Mo Zhi shook his head repeatedly, wrapped himself in his windbreaker, turned around and left.

In the blink of an eye, two security guards rushed into the hotel. One was holding a baton, and the other was already holding a revolver. They shouted loudly:

"Who's shooting here?"

"This is a public place. Even if you have a gun license, it is illegal to shoot here."

"That man...has left." The woman had just recovered from the shock. She hugged the child in her arms and replied tremblingly to the two security guards.

"Leave?" The security guard holding the pistol frowned, looked at the other security guard, and shrugged.

The other "police baton" shook his head:

"No more chasing! There's no need to meddle in other people's business... Let's go back."

"Hmm, wait a moment..." The security guard holding a pistol stared at the woman, his eyes maliciously scanning the breast muscles exposed while breastfeeding the child, and said nonchalantly.

At this moment, without any warning, his whole body suddenly stiffened, and then he continued to shake coldly...

It's like shaking with pleasure after urinating.

"Baton" was shocked when he saw this: "Fuck! What's wrong with you?"

After the trembling ended, a smile that was different from the past suddenly appeared on the pistol guard's face. He stuffed the revolver directly back into the holster and hugged the "Baton"'s shoulder:

"Don't be in a hurry to go back, brother! We haven't eaten yet. Now that we're here, it's time to have some drinks."

"What's your voice..." The baton was a little surprised, but he still put the baton back into his belt:

"We are eating here and there is no one watching over us."
To be continued...