Mojia's face was solemn, but his fists were slightly tightened. He was trying his best to control himself and not let himself rush out at this time!
He had a hunch that Huanhuan and Youyou were probably on that ship.
Finally, the ship docked.
Mojia's eyes darkened, and he opened the car door first. Mushan and Muchuan followed behind, using their earphones to direct the bodyguards who were ambushing nearby. The three mythical beasts had also entered a state of invisibility, spreading out and guarding the surroundings. They needed to
Those responsible are much scarier than those humans with guns.
At this moment, Danqing suddenly stopped, his ears perked up, his red eyes quickly glanced over to both sides, focused on one spot, and rushed over. Linglong and Chifeng knew what it had discovered, and followed immediately, and in the blink of an eye it was there.
Disappeared.
On the pier, stood a man in a black trench coat, with his collar turned up, covering half of his face. When he was about to jump onto the ship, a gunshot suddenly rang out at his feet.
His footsteps.
When the boatman saw it, he immediately used a pole to push it all the way out, floating on the sea, and never dared to come closer.
"If you move, it will kill you!"
Around the pier, at some point, dozens of people, all dressed in black tights, headed by Mu Chuan, raised their guns and pointed directly at the people on the boat.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot..." The man on the boat was a thin man about forty years old. He raised his hands in fright and did not dare to move again.
Mo Jia walked towards the man standing on the dock step by step and said word by word, "Mo Sheng, all I want is Huanhuan and Youyou."
Even now, he is still giving him a chance!
The last, the only one.
However, Mo Sheng smiled. He sighed and shook his head. He slowly stood up straight and turned around. There was still a warm and gentle smile on his delicate and beautiful face, "Mo Jia, you are really not good at all."
trustworthy."
Even though, at this moment, he was surrounded by dozens of machine guns, he still remained calm and complained in an understatement.
Zhong Kun frowned and said, "Young Master, stop talking nonsense to him and save Huanhuan and Youyou!"
Mojia looked past him and towards the fishing boat. The cabin in the middle was tightly blocked by a curtain made of floral cloth. He lowered his voice and said coldly, "Open it!"
Mu Chuan loaded the bullet, "Did you hear me? I want you to open the curtain!"
"Uh, yes, yes..." The thin man trembled and opened the curtain.
The fog on the sea is very thick, but you can still see two people lying inside, one big and one small. Their bodies are the same as Huanhuan and Youyou. They are wearing the same clothes they were wearing when they disappeared that day. Their hands and feet are covered
Tied, lying there, motionless.
"Boss, it's them!" Mu Chuan shouted excitedly.
Mojia's calm eyes suddenly widened, and the figures of mother and daughter were clearly reflected in the dark pupils. It was only at this moment that his empty left and right atriums were occupied by these two people who had tortured him for two days.
It's filled up.
The fists that were always clenched were loosened.
Mu Chuan said anxiously, "Hey, why don't you push the boat over quickly? If you don't want to take bullets, move faster!"
"Oh," the man picked up the pole and went straight to the shore to set it up.
"Don't move," a soft voice sounded, and the man was stunned again, and he stood there without daring to move.
Mo Jia narrowed his eyes and turned around. The sinister look in his eyes was completely devoid of the usual elegant and pure energy. It was sinister, like a wolf, but more ruthless and vicious than a wolf!
Huanhuan and Youyou are right in front of you. If anyone dares to stop them at this time, he guarantees that there will be blood here today!
Being able to see the light of that kind of beast in the eyes of his cousin who was always as calm as water, Mo Sheng opened his eyes and became more confident that he was betting on the right thing this time!
He slowly put his hand into the pocket of his windbreaker.
"Don't move!" Behind him came the cold and ruthless voice of Mu Shan.
Mo Sheng shrugged, "Don't worry, it's not a bomb." Regardless of the black gun muzzle pressed against the back of his head, Mo Sheng took out a small and exquisite remote control, shook it in his hand, and looked directly at Mo Jia,
"Do you remember when you were a kid, your grandpa gave you a toy car?"
Mojia's anger was spreading wantonly, and his long hair was roaring along the beach. His patience was about to run out.
Mo Sheng turned a deaf ear and continued to talk to himself, "I like it very much. I just took it to play with for a few times, but grandpa snatched it away, and then... pushed me away." He smiled, "Remember, I
I said, as long as it belongs to you, I will not take it away. Because, I will only destroy it!"
Mojia's expression changed in vain.
He remembered clearly that a few months later, the toy car he found in the back garden had been trampled to pieces.
Mo Sheng glanced at the ship and said calmly, "Who told her not to choose me in the first place? If you can't get it, just destroy it... It's just a few bombs, everything will disappear soon.
not see."
Zhong Kun and others were surprised, they didn't expect that he still had such a hand!
It’s really gloomy!
Mushan put his gun directly against Mo Sheng's head and warned coldly, "Put it down!"
"Haha," Mo Sheng smiled and said nonchalantly, "After the body dies, the brain can still store eight seconds of memory. Do you think I will press this button during this time? Haha, I do.
I really want to know the answer, how about it, do you want to give it a try?"
Mushan frowned rarely.
At this time, Mo Jia suddenly took a step forward, his eyes were sinister and terrifying, staring at him, "Do you want to die together?"
Mo Sheng raised his eyebrows and looked directly at him, "Are you interested?"
Mo Jia raised the corners of his lips, smiled slowly, walked over, took the gun from Mushan's hand, and put it directly to his temple, "Okay, I'll accompany you!"
"Young Master!" Zhong Kun and Muchuan were anxious.
There was a hint of surprise in Mo Sheng's eyes, but then he calmed down again, "Do you even care about their lives?"
"You don't need to worry about this. If they die, I will be with you!" Mojia loaded the bullet and pointed the gun forward a few points. "Don't you want the answer? I'll give it to you!"
Mo Sheng's brows twitched and he glared at Mo Jia. He suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, I admit defeat." After saying that, he happily handed over the remote control.
Zhong Kun quickly took it and inspected it carefully.
Mo Jia quickly threw the gun to Mu Shan, and just as he turned around to run over and jump onto the boat, he heard Zhong Kun shouting from behind, "Don't jump! This remote control is fake!!"
Mu Chuan was closest to Mo Jia. Hearing Zhong Kun's shout, he rushed over decisively and hugged Mo Jia.
At the same time, Nasao's boat, which was more than ten meters away from them, was blown to pieces with a "bang"...