The second floor of the storefront store.

Pei Deyong stood up covered in blood, pressed against the wall, and walked to the door of the house inside.

Downstairs, the sound of the body scraping the glass slag sounded. Pei Deyong turned around and looked at the direction of the stairs, kicked open the door on the inner side with a bang.

In a house of 15 or meter, a thin middle-aged man in a thin sweatshirt was holding the head of the bed to stand up, but he seemed to have problems with his legs, as if he couldn't struggle, and was so anxious that he was sweating all over his head, and he couldn't stand up completely.

Next to the bed, a boy in his teenage years old turned around and looked at Pei Deyong after hearing the sound.

"hehe."

After Pei Deyong came to his senses, he reached out to wipe the blood from his face and looked at the two of them and smiled.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, the middle-aged man waved his hand and shouted: "Brother...Brother!"

"It's really God, I think I'm wronged and can't stand it. Leave a way to make me struggle." Pei Deyong walked over with his eyes, reached out and grabbed it.

The middle-aged man reached out to push Pei Deyong, and the little boy next to him looked frightened, but he did not dodge. Instead, he stepped forward and opened his palms and shouted, "...Uncle...Uncle, don't catch my dad."

Pei Deyong looked at the little boy for a short time and pulled his neck over, frowned and pulled him towards the door.

"Don't touch my son!" The middle-aged man reached out and wanted to stop him.

"Bang!"

Pei Deyong came to his senses, kicked the thin middle-aged man with one kick, and forced the little boy to come to the entrance of the stairs.

In the hall, the slightly messy footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Kang!"

Pei Deyong burst into a fire downstairs and shouted: "The plot has changed! Don't move, I have a hostage!"

After saying that, Pei Deyong pointed at the back of the little boy's head with a gun, picked up Lei with his left hand and bounced off the insurance and said, "Cut this!"

The little boy turned around and his eyes looked at Pei Deyong in fear.

"Cut it!" Pei Deyong roared.

The little boy looked at him with a pale face and trembling all over.

"I'll let you hold it!" Pei Deyong glared at his eyes and pushed the child's forehead hard with the gun.

The child's head was hit on the wall with a muffled sound. He looked at Pei Deyong blankly, pondered for a while and said, "Uncle... Uncle... I'll listen to you, don't shoot my dad."

Pei Deyong was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that the other party, a boy in his teens, could say such words in a fearful situation.

The little boy slowly reached out his hand, held his mouth and said, "I...we don't have money to take medicine... the doctor said he won't live long."

Pei Deyong looked at the other party's eyes, frowned and grabbed the gun, reached out to take the Lei who had bounced off the safety and ordered, "Press this with your thumb, press it!"

downstairs.

"Pei Deyong, are you a fucking beast?! Can you run away?" Ding Guozhen's shout rang out.

"I can't run away, so I'll take a few people on the back!" Pei Deyong saw that the child had already grasped the thunder with both hands, and immediately urged him: "Go down, hurry up!"

After hearing the sound, the boy held the thunder in both hands and walked towards the bottom of the steps.

"Gudong!"

The middle-aged man in the room held the wall and walked forward urgently for two or three steps, and suddenly fell to the ground with weak legs.

Pei Deyong frowned and turned around: "Don't move!"

"Brother...Brother...You mess with me, I'll be hostage for you, don't touch the child!" The middle-aged man lay on the ground, his eyes red, shouting: "He was born in my family and never enjoyed a blessing. I beg you. For the sake of his child, I'll kowtow to you..."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he thumped his head on the ground.

Pei Deyong's mouth twitched, turned his head directly, and shouted at the child: "Stand on the steps and raise your hand!"

The boy stopped hearing the sound, stood down the stairs, and raised his hands.

In the hall, Ding Guozhen and more than a dozen police officers looked up and saw the child holding thunder in his hands, and they were stunned.

"Damn it, hasn't it been evacuated?! Why did you do for such a long time?" Zhu Wei asked with red eyes and hid in the cover.

"Time is too tight! You can only shout outside and let them leave consciously." The police officer next to him responded in a low voice.

Ding Guozhen looked at the little boy in a daze with sweat on his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "Pei Deyong!! Can you leave like a man? Ah? What's the point of having a baby with the fuck? Do you think you can run away?"

"Don't talk nonsense to me!" Pei Deyong replied gasping for breath: "I have never been a man, I am a villain!"

Ding Guozhen turned his head and looked back and asked in a low voice: "Where is Team Qin!"

The policeman on the back pointed to the shed.

"Don't mumble to me!" Pei Deyong said in a trembling voice: "I know someone wants to hit in! I check the three numbers. If you don't retreat, I will beat the one inside to death!"

After the words came, the room was silent in an instant, and only the middle-aged man was still begging in a crying voice.

Suddenly, the little boy looked back at Pei Deyong, cried with a wow, held the thunder with his hands trembling, and shouted at the bottom of the stairs: "Uncle... Uncle... I beg you... Let him go... Don't let him shoot my dad... I beg you... I have no relatives anymore...!"

Ding Guozhen and others were stunned.

The little boy turned his head with tears on his face, looked at Pei Deyong and said, "Uncle... I'll listen to you... Don't hit my dad... I'll listen to you...!"

"Damn!"

Pei Deyong looked at the child's expression and listened to what he said, and he was actually discouraged at this moment.

Yes, in this moment, Pei Deyong, who had no idea how many lives there were in his hands, became soft-hearted and discouraged, and even clearly knew that he had played and could not struggle.

Indoor, the middle-aged man lay on the ground and asked in a trembling voice: "Brother... do you have children... Think about him... and look at my son, they are the same..."

"Fuck you!" Pei Deyong's eyes were red, he held his gun and looked at the other party: "Live there, don't talk!"

"Uncle...Uncle...Don't shoot my dad!" The boy walked back.

Pei Deyong turned around and said, "Don't move, don't move, go forward, I'll beat you to death!"

After shouting three times in a row, Pei Deyong's palms trembled and did not pull the trigger.

"Bang, rush!"

At this moment, a crisp sound of glass shattering appeared in the room next to it.

"Dang lang!"

Immediately afterwards, tear gas flew over the door.

"Bang!"

The sound of a gas explosion sounded, and smoke instantly rose from the entrance of the stairs.

The little boy rushed up quickly with thunder, shouting in a crying voice: "Dad...Dad!"

Pei Deyong sat at the entrance of the stairs, suddenly raised his arm, pulled the little boy and shouted, "Don't move!"

The little boy stood there in a daze.

Pei Deyong reached out and grabbed the other party's palm, pressed Lei's pine hair hard, and his voice trembled: "Don't move...he...he's fine...don't let go, it will explode!"

The child is in the smoke and no longer moves.

Pei Deyong leaned against the wall and slowly closed his eyes: "Damn it, I'll admit it!"
Chapter completed!