"Really!" Mo Yao gave him the most direct affirmation. The paleness in Bai Liu's eyes slowly faded and turned into bright colors. He suddenly laughed, and the laughter pulled at the wound, making him pause for a moment.
, but the man raised his proud head and looked so high-spirited, like an emperor pointing out the country, "Then let me see how important I am. I want to see my man charge into battle for me with my own eyes."
I want to see my man fight for me.
my man.
Mo Yao's eyes darkened, like the quietest pool, so deep that no color could be seen. It was deep and heavy, as if it contained many waves and undercurrents, and also seemed to hide many joys, angers, sorrows, and joys, but it was covered by a piece of stagnant water.
Oh, why is it rolling on the ground, but there is no movement on the face.
He looked at the man who was tied to the cross. He was all white and stained with blood, but his high spirits were not compromised at all. It seemed that he had been so proud since birth, and he raised his head calmly.
Mo Yao felt that such white willows were extremely charming.
They spoke in Chinese. The killer agents were all foreigners. No one could understand Chinese, which made them feel very uneasy. A German yelled at them to shut up. Mo Yao and Bai Liu both understood German.
His cold, razor-like gaze glanced over, directly beating the person into a layer of ice, as if he was going to delay them. Mo Yao's sharp eyes recognized the person. This was a man who was in the conference hall that day. It looked like he was the one who shot him.
The old man's confidant. No, there should be a blood relationship. There are some similarities between his and the old man's eyes. The management of Berlin's trading market is a little weird. There are always many relatives, so a family-by-family connection is formed. Mo
Yao judged that this man should be the old man's son or nephew.
Mo Yao asked straight to the point, "What are the conditions!"
He doesn't look like a kidnapped person at all, just like Bai Liu, and doesn't look like a meat ticket at all. He is so calm and domineering. It seems that this scrapyard is their stage and they can spend as much as they want here. It seems like this is theirs.
Center, they can walk wherever they want.
The young man narrowed his eyes dangerously, and the cold metallic luster passed through his eyes. Mo Yao turned his gaze and almost all the guns on the side were loaded. As long as he gave the order, they would beat him into a hornet's nest.
Mo Yao smiled coldly. He was not worried at all. He had seen this kind of bluff a lot. If it really cost his life, Bai Liu would not be alive now. This was just a trap and Bai Liu was the bait. He is also glad now.
Fortunately, this young man had Yuwang, so Bai Liu was able to survive and talk and laugh with him. He didn't mind at all, stepping into this trap that was created because of him.
He believed that he could take him out alive.
The young man said, "Godfather is really happy. I want you to kill Krupp and return the power of black market trading to us."
Another middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Yes, fool the traitor Krupp, get out of their territory and go back to your Rome. The black market in Berlin belongs to us. Why are you, an outsider, here?"
point."
Mo Yao stood with his hands behind his back, with an arrogant attitude, "If you have the ability to come to Rome and share my market, as long as you have the ability, I will welcome you, but I am afraid that you are not qualified. The strong are respected, and this is a strong man.
In this world of clouds, whoever is more capable can annex the market. You took the Berlin black market from others, so why can't I take it away?"
The young man said, "Shut up! You are using strong words. You took away my father's life and the glory of our family. We will not let you go. You are right. Whoever is more capable can occupy the market, even me."
The methods used are despicable, and this man is also in my hands. If you don't agree, I will beat him to death."
Mo Yao looked at him indifferently, even ridiculously, "Do you think he has such a big effect?"
A big man closest to Bai Liu picked up an iron rod and hit Bai Liu on the lower abdomen. As if slow motion was playing in front of Mo Yao, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, shooting a semi-circle in the air, and then another shot.
He fell to the ground. Mo Yao's hand tightened, and his heart seemed to have been hit with a stick. There was a dull pain. Bai Liu felt that his throat really hurt, and there was a burning pain. Blood continued to flow from the corners of his lips, but he still
He raised his head proudly, and the second stick followed, hitting him hard on the lower abdomen. The same wound, the same intensity, and another mouthful of blood spurted out. Mo Yao knew that fragile place very well. If it happened again
With one stick, Bai Liu's pancreas will be destroyed, and his stomach will be gone.
Just when the man raised his third stick, Mo Yao said in a deep voice, "Stop, I promise you."
Mo Yao said in a deep voice, he narrowed his eyes and stopped the big man's beating, "I promise you, let him go."
He rarely has any weaknesses. Now he has to admit that his weaknesses have been pinched. He can't watch Bai Liu being beaten to death in front of his eyes. This man loves him so passionately and for him.
That sentence, I want to watch my man charge into battle for me, and he can't let Bai Liu die. He also wants Bai Liu to watch him charge into battle. The young man laughed strangely and threw a phone to him, "I'm calling you
The men took action and killed Krupp first."
Obviously, they hated Krupp deeply. Mo Yao glanced at Bai Liu. Bai Liu was exhausted and in decline, but looked at him with a smile. Mo Yao dialed Yun's cell phone and said, "Kill Krupp."
"Boss..." Yun seemed confused about such an order, but Mo Yao didn't bother to explain, "This is an order!"
"Yes!" Yun's cold and respectful attitude came from the phone. Mo Yao knew that someone would definitely send them a message, and his promise would definitely be fulfilled. But if he made a promise to a dead person, then let him say,
He wants to regain the power of black market trading, but it depends on his life getting out of here.
The young man stretched out his hand and motioned for Mo Yao to give him the phone. Mo Yao looked at Bai Liu, who smiled slightly. Mo Yao threw up the phone. The white phone crossed a parabola in the air and was thrown to the young man.
The young man was so proud that he looked up at the phone and reached out to pick it up. At this critical moment, no one saw what Mo Yao did. Mo Yao's pistol had already been raised and the bullet penetrated the young man's head. At the same time, Mo Yao
Yao rolled around on the ground and fired two shots at the ropes on Bai Liu's left and right hands. A row of bullets suddenly appeared where Mo Yao rolled. Bai Liu rolled down from the cross to an abandoned car, holding his head to block it.
He caught the bullets that were flying, and all the bullets hit the car, which was the only blind spot in the scrapyard.
This series of actions was performed in one go, as if it had been rehearsed countless times.
