Berlin in the middle of the night is as quiet as a pearl inlaid in the sky, quiet and beautiful. While the city's night reveals a bit of tranquility and romance, it also reveals a hint of lurking danger.
Gunshots rang out suddenly outside a suburban villa. 80% of the armed bodyguards from the surrounding area rushed into the villa. Their muzzles were pointed at the man on the main seat. Dozens of gun muzzles were black and ready to fire. The air was full of
With the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, it seemed that in an instant, these gunmen could turn the villa into ruins. Another middle-aged man fell on the chair and died, with the bullet hitting his eyebrow.
Mo Yao's face was indifferent. There was only Yun beside him. Yun's pistol was pointing at the dead man opposite. The men sitting scattered next to him were panicking and didn't know how to react. Mo Yao drank tea calmly, and the tea lid touched the tea cup.
It made a crisp sound and hit their chests loudly. The blood of the dead man was stained red at his feet. No one dared to look at him, even if he was the most powerful person in Berlin's black market trade.
quiet!
It was completely quiet, with only the sound of the tea lid hitting the teacup. There were only two people on the other side. There were dozens of them, but no one dared to move. I don’t know why, but they just didn’t dare to deal with this person. It seemed like the sky was falling and I would still destroy him.
The godfather fired. Mo Yao's strong aura shocked everyone. The boss's life was worth less than a fly in his eyes.
"Who has any objections?" Mo Yao asked. The business was extremely cold. They finally saw the murderous aura in this man. His lips were tightly pursed and the chilling aura spread around him, making people want to tremble. Like this
The man is like the God of Death who walked out of the Shura field. He is holding a sickle, standing calmly and powerfully, waiting to kill everyone. He can kill them without even moving a hair. Everyone is like this.
Believe it. So they all looked at the first man on the right of the boss. He was a tall old man, with cloudy but sharp eyes, like poisonous needles. He seemed to be the biggest person in the black market besides dead people, and the most capable person.
If he could speak, everyone expected him to give an order. Even if it was to order them to shoot, it would be better than being so silent.
Everyone was waiting. Yun glanced around and prepared for battle. If there was a conflict, she only had to protect herself. Mo Yao must have other ways to escape, so she was not worried about the danger at all.
The old man stood up with an angry face and accused, "Mr. Mo, you are plundering."
Mo Yao said, "Plunder? If I plunder you, who will you plunder? We must abide by the laws of this world when we live in this world. Everyone here is predatory and it is an instinct. You rely on instinct
To survive, now he accuses others of relying on instinct to survive, which is ridiculous."
His German pronunciation is mellow and accurate, just like the pronunciation of the German International TV news host, as if he grew up in Germany and was a man influenced by German education.
Such a man is frightening. He wears a face with a different bloodline than theirs, speaks Mandarin that is more accurate than theirs, is calm and powerful, and makes people feel fearful and uneasy.
The old man was speechless by him. They are accustomed to playing power, preferring to be explicit and rarely playing dirty tricks, so they cannot be compared with Mo Yao in terms of eloquence... The old man said, "We plundered ourselves in Berlin.
The capital of our country, but you cross the border to plunder our resources."
"Global resources are shared, don't you know?" Mo Yao asked coldly, with an arrogant attitude.
He seemed to have lost his patience and asked again in pure German, "Who else has any objections?"
The voice was deep and dangerous. No one dared to speak. The old man sat down slumped. He was like a deflated ball. He knew that it would not help. The opponent was too strong. If he wanted a piece of meat, he would definitely get it.
Mo Yao was very satisfied.
This time I came to Berlin to win the Berlin black market. Mo Yao got accurate information. From this year to next year, a large number of diamonds and jade will be circulated in the black market. They can launder money through the black market and turn black into white. They often do this kind of thing.
He has more experience than anyone else. Coupled with the distribution of the Mafia's power in Europe, only Germany is missing. He studied for half a year and did a lot of dredging work. Coupled with this opportunity, he cleverly obtained what he wanted.
want.
The middle-aged man opposite the old man stood up. He was bald, slightly fat, with a pig head and fat ears. He looked a bit immodest. He bowed his waist and said a lot of compliments to Mo Yao. The others were not willing to see him look like a traitor.
Look at him with cold disdain and contempt.
This middle-aged man's name is Krupp, an American. He and the old man have the same status. Now that the overall situation has been decided, they just want to compete for the top spot. Mo Yao knows it well and deliberately condones Krupp's boldness and deliberately provokes
The anger of others.
As soon as the old master left, he rebelled. None of his subordinates were filled with righteous indignation. With a wave of his hand, Mo Yao made a decision. Krupp became the number one in the underworld trade, and everyone must obey his command. Krupp Dog
Mo Yao was indifferent as he flattered Mo Yao. He watched seven or eight of them making a fuss, and the bodyguards behind him looked at each other. He watched them kill each other without saying a word to stop them.
They almost started fighting, but Krupp couldn't convince the crowd. The only advantage he had was that Mo Yao appointed him. Otherwise, the top spot would have gone to the old man.
Mo Yao and Yun walked out of the villa. He had already done some errands, and the rest was much simpler. It was none of his business that they were biting dogs. He had no time to pay attention to them. However, an accident happened. Mo Yao had just left.
Arriving in front of his car, he suddenly narrowed his eyes. His sharpness, which he had trained over the years, told him that he was in danger. The moment he stopped, Yun suddenly pounced on him, threw him to the ground, and then let out a big explosion.
There was a fire, and the hood of the car shot up into the sky due to the force of the explosion, and then fell heavily, smashing it to pieces and sending out flames.
Yun was still in shock and hurriedly asked about Mo Yao's condition. Mo Yao was pressed by Yun. There were no injuries, but his face was a little red and hot due to the momentum of the fire. Mo Yao suddenly screamed, like the most agile cheetah.
He jumped up from the ground and rushed into the villa. Before anyone could reach the villa, nine bullets were fired in one minute. When Mo Yao arrived, the gunfire was chaotic. The group of bodyguards shot everywhere because they didn't know where the person was. And the meeting
There were dog-eat-dog guys sitting in the hall. Except for Krupp who hid under the table because he was afraid, they were all killed, and they were all killed with one shot. The bullet hit the center of the eyebrow. The shooting skills were so good that it was jaw-dropping. The technique was very similar to Yun.
Krupp shouted, "I will listen to you in everything. Don't kill me. I will listen to you in everything."
He was scared.
Mo Yao heard the sound of the locomotive leaving and ordered Yun to chase it. Yun nodded and chased out. Mo Yao stood with his hands behind his back and carefully checked the indoor environment. He couldn't figure out which point could not be seen through but could.
He also killed eight people at once. This man's marksmanship was superb.
No matter who he is, anyone who causes harm will never get out of Berlin alive.
Mo Yao drove another car. There were many cars outside, and there was no need for dead people anyway. The car was chasing each other on the streets of Berlin, so violently that Yun could hardly see who was in front of him. The man was riding a motorcycle at a high speed.
It was extremely fast. Her car didn't have enough horsepower, so it was very difficult to chase. The distance was getting longer and longer. He had stepped on the ground, but he still couldn't catch up. Yun slapped the steering wheel and cursed, what kind of monster is this guy.
Even if his marksmanship is good, his driving skills are so good. There are no people on the streets of Berlin late at night. The man riding a motorcycle is walking in an S shape in front of him, twisting and turning, which is even more unpredictable. He suddenly turned a corner and exited from the driveway.
Turning onto the sidewalk, he jumped directly from the steps. The motorcycle had excellent performance and rushed down dozens of steps. Yun could only stare, the car could not go down. The man was so arrogant that he stopped and raised two fingers.
On his forehead, he pointed at Yun, and then drove away. Yun slapped the steering wheel with his palm, almost breaking the steering wheel.
Mo Yao's car stopped beside her and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"
"I've lost you." Yun whispered. She didn't offer a single word of excuse, and Mo Yao didn't blame him either. He just darkened his face. Yun said, "I can't see who the person is. I only know that he is a man, about 183cm tall."
"Is this all you see?"
"Yes!" Yun almost cried. Every time you go out with the boss, you have to be prepared to die. Even if the boss doesn't intend for you to die, you can feel the approach of death in his silence.
Mo Yao squinted his eyes, "Go check it out right away."
"yes!"
This man was the one who framed the blame. He guessed that he put the bomb by mistake because his car and the old man's car were of the same model. It was easy to get them mistaken. They all died, and the method was just like Yun's.
Similar, he thought, after dissection, the bullet was probably the same model as Yun.
How damn insidious, deliberately provoking conflicts between the Mafia and the Berlin black market.
Originally, he had killed a man to scare the monkeys and there was a puppet Krupp. Mo Yao was very relieved. He and Krupp had already decided to support him, but he wanted to be a puppet. Krupp agreed, so he killed him.
People, serve as a warning to others.
However, he did not expect that something like this would happen. These people were all very important figures in the black market trading arena. If they were to disappear like this, they would definitely arouse resistance. The situation that he thought could be resolved in three days would probably take more time.
A long time.
During this period, the safety of his Berlin also became a problem.
You have killed so many bosses, and there will always be one or two of them who are not afraid of death and are die-hard loyalists. They must seek revenge from him. This is certain. He brought Yun out this time.
"Boss, I'll send a few more people over."
"No need." Mo Yao said calmly, "Stand still."
If he moves, people want him to die faster.
"Okay!" Although Yun was puzzled, he was very obedient to him.
It was already two o'clock in the night when Mo Yao drove back to the apartment. He thought that Bai Liu must have fallen asleep, so he walked softly, but the apartment was quiet. It was already this hour. Bai Liu went to bed early. Why was no one there? It felt strange.
A good premonition sounded in his heart, and Mo Yao was just about to ask Yun to find someone, when Bai Liu appeared at the door with a smile, looking at him in surprise, as if she was surprised to see him back.
Mo Yao frowned, Bai Liu held two supper in his hand, Mo Yao asked, "Where did you go?"
"I'm hungry. I went out to buy something. I was wondering whether you would come back, so I bought two portions. If you don't want to eat, I can use one portion as breakfast." Bai Liu said briskly and walked in the door.
He kicked the door shut with his back kick. Mo Yao looked at him. He was wearing white clothes and black trousers, and his whole body was calm and calm. It seemed that nothing could affect him. His indifferent eyebrows were as soft as water, and his body was still full of righteousness.
"What did you buy?" He asked as he washed his hands, and his hands were stained with blood. He never killed anyone with blood, and he didn't think there would be retribution, but in front of him, he automatically didn't want him to smell the smell of blood.
.
Just like, he has always been unwilling to let Xiaobai know that he killed someone. In the same way, beautiful people should not be polluted by bad things.
Mo Yao washed his hands and came out. Bai Liu was already eating. He bought a piece of fried rice and a salad. He took the fruit salad to eat and left the fried rice for Mo Yao. Seeing that he was eating well, Mo Yao asked, "Stomach"
If I’m hungry, can I feel full if I eat salad?”
"You look hungry. I love you and I'll give you the best." Bai Liu said sweet words calmly, and Mo Yao sat down to eat without any courtesy. Bai Liu was right, he was hungry.
After writing about the plane, he negotiated with Krupp and then had a meeting. He didn't eat anything. He drank a cup of tea during the meeting. The taste was very bland, so he was very hungry. When a person is hungry, everything tastes delicious.
.
This fried rice is also delicious and delicious.
"Where did you buy fried rice in the middle of the night?"
"I made this." Bai Liu said, and Mo Yao raised his eyebrows. Bai Liu said, "I suddenly wanted to eat, so I used other people's kitchen and made it with other people's ingredients. The chef is a good person. He didn't even charge me for it.
material fee."
"You made the salad too?"
"Yes." Bai Liu said. Mo Yao smiled and ate even more deliciously.
Bai Liu suddenly said, "This is my first time cooking for outsiders."
Mo Yao said, "This is also the first time for me to eat food cooked by outsiders."
Bai Liu asked back, "This is the first time I'm an outsider. Will you become my wife from now on?"
Mo Yao didn't understand the meaning of insider in Chinese, so he didn't know that Bai Liu was taking advantage of him. After all, Mandarin is profound and profound, so he simply thought that insider meant the opposite of outsider, so he nodded seriously, "Okay.
ah."
Bai Liu was startled, and suddenly he was so happy that he beat the table. He was so happy that he covered his stomach and laughed. He laughed wildly and beat the table at the same time. Mo Yao looked at him blankly, confused.
