Mo Yao and Bai Liu entered an ambiguous period. He did not avoid Bai Liu's feelings, nor did he accept his feelings. He directly expressed a message, I like you, but it's not love. If Bai Liu gives up, he doesn't care.
, that is, it can be developed, but it is not time to develop. Bai Liu is a very patient person. That day in the bathroom, when he was thinking about Mo Yao asking for help, he made a fist with his right hand, and he and Mo Yao fought to death. He didn't believe that he could not defeat Mo Yao.
In Bai Liu's mind, Mo Yao is a particularly innocent person. He is the kind of person who rarely shows his innocence and coldness to the extreme. He is very innocent, he is very dedicated to one thing, and he is affectionate and loyal to his friends.
, he has nothing to say to his brothers, and none of his subordinates disobey him. He is naturally as ruthless as he wants to be towards his enemies.
If a person like this can take it, it will last his whole life.
Bai Liu was still very confident, but while he was confident, there seemed to be a little monster living in his heart. He found that from that day on, he had a particularly strong desire for Mo Yao's body. Mo Yao could do it almost anytime, anywhere.
Mo Yao couldn't help but ask him, "Hey, are you okay with this?" Mo Yao couldn't help but ask him, "Hey, are you okay?"
Bai Liu told him seriously, "It's very serious."
Mo Yao stopped talking. At the same time, thinking of his strong desire for Xiao Bai, he really couldn't say anything. He was right, very serious. Bai Liu thought, you really can't blame him, just blame him.
No wonder Mo Yao himself is too seductive, really so seductive. With the two of them under the same roof, how could he appreciate Mo Yao's body with a normal mind.
Everything about this man attracted his attention, and Bai Liu couldn't wait to put his body and soul in it, hoping that he would accept it.
He looked at Mo Yao with bright and passionate eyes.
Mo Yao thought that this was his temporary infatuation. Maybe it would disappear after a while. He was also surprised. He didn't expect that a boring and indifferent man like himself could make a man like Bai Liu so happy. This would inevitably make his
Some happy and shameless little flowers bloomed in his heart. There is no denying that he was quite happy. He was so happy that he almost forgot the bitterness and unhappiness that Xiaobai gave him.
Bailiu is a good companion.
In the past few days, Mo Yao and Yun have been dealing with Krupp's problem. Almost half of Berlin's black market is under control. The puppets are obedient enough, and Mo Yao controlled the entire black market without much effort. The reason why
The reason why I chose Berlin for the black market is that Berlin has the largest jewelry black market, and most of the mafia's jewelry is smuggled, and what they do is black market trading. So Berlin is needed, and Mo Yao chose Berlin after many choices. It is easy to control.
He now began to talk to Bai Liu about his matter, the Godfather of the Mafia, with no apparent reason. He originally thought that Bai Liu would scare him away, but Bai Liu smiled and asked if he was the Godfather of the Mafia in the movie The Godfather. Mo Yao said no, the movie was
Movies, reality is reality, he said, reality is much scarier, but reality is much better than movies. Bai Liu couldn't understand these completely different meanings, and Mo Yao didn't explain much.
He just needs to let Bai Liu know what he does, and everything else is unimportant.
He didn't scare away, which is good.
The two of them walked out of Krupp's villa for the third time. Mo Yao and Krupp had finalized everything. Someone would come here to take over. His affairs were almost handled. They had just left Krupp.
After driving for a while at home, they encountered assassins. Based on Mo Yao and Yun's experience, these killers couldn't touch them at all. This time there were more people coming. Mo Yao and Yun led them into a dark alley and defeated them one by one. The sound of gunfire was heard.
The corners of this city are filled with blood and blood. Without human life, human life becomes insignificant. There is a small garbage dump in the dark alley, and there is a bright moon in the sky. The stark contrast between brightness and filth made Mo Yao frown.
Thinking of him and Bai Liu, one is as clean as the bright moon, and the other is as dark as this dark alley.
Distraction is the most fatal thing in combat. A bullet grazed his arm without warning. Fortunately, Mo Yao reacted quickly. Due to the abnormality of Eleven's body, among the twins born, Mo Yao inherited some of his special abilities and had strange abilities.
His speed and strange strength, his body functions are frighteningly powerful, which is incomparable with ordinary people, as was known from the test when he was three years old. Mo Yao's training intensity is based on his own physical condition, and he is younger than Mo Chen and Mo Yao.
Bai is several times stronger, because he has a special body, so he naturally needs to focus on cultivating it. This kind of ability is different from Eleven who has his body structure forcibly changed. He is born with it, so there are no sequelae.
So when he dodged the bullet, his clothes were only scratched, and he was fine. Mo Yao stepped aside and fired three consecutive shots in the direction of the black shadow. The bullets hit the wall, sending up dust and smoke.
Suddenly he heard a scream. It was the scream made by the enemy after Yun Gao's ribs were broken. They were fighting on the roof of the second floor. Yun Gao fell from a height and landed in front of the black shadow, stimulating his nerves.
Angry, he immediately took out his gun and started shooting. People who lose their minds in anger are doomed to die. Mo Yao had almost no suspense about killing him.
They had encountered several assassinations in the past few days, all aimed at Mo Yao.
These are killers hired by the big bosses of the original black market business. There are small shrimps and big shots. The killers of the first terrorist organization have all received murder deals. Kaka originally wanted to add chaos to the situation. Although he believed in the boss,
But the people under him are not vegetarians, so they don’t play these games anymore. If they used to play them when they were young and energetic, now they have grown up, their enthusiasm is less, and they have become calmer. This kind of boring game
Naturally, the game is no longer played.
Yun was worried that something had happened to Mo Yao, so he repeatedly persuaded him to leave. This time, there were thirteen killers, and they had all been killed. Mo Yao and Yun returned to the car, and Mo Yao said that they would go back tomorrow. Things here are over.
Inside, there would be mafia brothers to deal with it. Yun breathed a sigh of relief. The two returned to Mo Yao's apartment. Yun drove away. Mo Yao and her confirmed their schedule for tomorrow night. As soon as they arrived at the door, they felt something was wrong.
It was hidden. He took out his pistol, measured his body and listened to the movement inside. He heard nothing except the sound of wind. Mo Yao pushed the door open and went in. The whole apartment was filled with smoke. The crystal chandelier in the living room fell next to the sofa and shattered into pieces.
The house was in a mess, with obvious signs of a fight. There was a spurt of blood on the wall, which was stained. There were several bullet holes in the wall. There were fights and gun battles. Mo Yao admired himself for using such precise thinking to solve the problem.
Think about this.
Obviously, Bai Liu was caught.
They wanted his life, so they arrested Bai Liu and threatened him. They thought Bai Liu was very important to him because he lived in the apartment and went out with him. Anyone who followed him knew how important Bai Liu was.
Mo Yao frowned, was he still careless? He hadn't shown any obvious flaws in the past few days, except for that time in front of the Brandenburg Gate. Maybe they saw him and Bai Liu together, so... there was Bai Liu.
He is naturally present in the place.
Mo Yao loosened the top button of his shirt. There was a mobile phone on the table. It was left by Bai Liu. Obviously, someone would call, because the room was already a mess, but the mobile phone was placed on the table.
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Bai Liu, you have to hold on, I won't let you die.
Finally, there was a guy who showed his heart to him. Although he had not yet accepted it, he was not a stone-hearted person who was good to him. Naturally, he knew and understood. Naturally, he would not let anything happen to Bai Liu.
White willow is very important to him, it can wash away all the sins in his heart.
He also did not allow Bai Liu to have anything happen to him under his eyes, otherwise he would not forgive himself. Mo Yao pursed his lips, and murderous intent burst out from his eyes inch by inch, almost killing him.
Waiting is tiring, and he can especially understand the feeling of waiting, because he has waited too long in his life. At this moment, he can't help but think of how long Bai Liu has been waiting, and how long he has been waiting for himself to save him. He must be very scared waiting.
That little guy seemed not afraid of anything. He didn't know if he would be beaten or abused if he were so pure in the hands of these people. When he thought of the scene of forced confession that came to his mind, Mo Yao's face turned extremely ugly.
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The phone rang suddenly. It was a very unfamiliar number. Mo Yao immediately wrote down the number and sent it to Mo Chen, asking him to check the number. Then he answered the phone.
Mo Yao got straight to the point, "Where can we meet?"
The other side laughed loudly, and his man's voice became shrill, "The godfather is indeed the godfather, please come here alone. If I find out that you brought someone with you, this kid will never get out alive."
"Humph, I'm enough by myself." Mo Yao replied coldly and hung up the phone. He was too much to deal with these idiots. After a while, his phone vibrated and the address was transmitted.
Suburbs, scrap yards.
Mo Yao went to the garage to drive. There were two cars in the garage. Mo Yao drove out and went straight to the suburbs. It took more than an hour to go from the city to the suburbs. Along the way, he almost pushed the speed to the bottom and drove very fast.
, arrived more than twenty minutes earlier than the killers expected.
The car stopped outside the scrap yard. Mo Yao got out of the car wearing sunglasses. From his special eyes, he could tell that there were sixteen people in the scrap yard. He turned his head and scanned around the scrap yard. There were ten people outside.
The four snipers stared at the abandoned site from all directions, without blind spots. The rest of them were holding the latest assault pistols of the first terrorist organization, and the three were holding assault rifles. Kaka showed off this to him
I asked him if he wanted to try out a newly released product. He praised these two assault rifles to the heavens. Wushuang got a specially made one. The mafia equipment will not arrive until next month.
Unexpectedly, this group of people got it first. Mo Yao curled his lips. The first terrorist organization's weapons market communicated so damn fast. The news spread so quickly and people got the pistol.
The pistol was very light, easy to carry, and could be used for assault with both hands. The biggest feature was the assault rifle. He looked at the distance, which was less than seven or eight meters. Such an assault rifle could produce the effect of a sniper rifle. Mo Yao
Frowning, he stood outside for a full minute, analyzing all the weapons and equipment of the people outside, and also analyzed how he could lead Bai Liu to break out of the encirclement later.
As he walked, he observed the weapons and equipment in the room. There were two people who seemed to be the leaders. Their equipment was almost the same. They were holding assault pistols of this type. The other two were holding Bartley JK-7.12mm, which had more firepower than the third one.
A terrorist organization's assault pistol has great firepower, and it depends on how he uses it. If he uses it, he is quite invincible. If he is used by others, it depends on how much discount he will get. Finally, his eyes fell on Bai Liu. This kid has always loved
Clean, but this time his body was not very clean. There were blood stains, both his own and others'. There were several bruises on his face from the fight. There was a lot of blood on his arms. Mo Yao initially judged that it was a penetrating gunshot wound.
Well, I'm not afraid of penetration. His hands and feet were tied to a cross just like Jesus. He didn't look energetic, but his mind was still very clear.
Mo Yao pushed the door open and walked in. Suddenly more than a dozen black guns were pointed at him. Mo Yao calmly approached the scrap yard. The light bulb on the door of the scrap yard was shaky, so the light inside was also shaky, making it difficult to see.
The eyes are dazzled, and all this is imagined into a particularly dangerous scene, which feels eerie.
Bai Liu smiled, "Hey, you're really here."
The corners of Mo Yao's lips curled up, looking at his smiling face through his sunglasses. He was very tired, but he smiled brightly. He seemed very happy to see him here, but behind that happiness there was a kind of weak paleness.
Bai Liu didn't want to see him, didn't want to see him being pointed at by more than a dozen guns.
Mo Yao said, "You are here, where can I go if I don't come?"
Bai Liu chuckled and said, "Idiot, I'm not very important, so why bother."
Yes, why bother.
Mo Yao also smiled and asked himself, why did he step in even though he knew it was a trap? Mo Yao looked at Bai Liu and said in a deep voice, "I am not an idiot, and you are not unimportant."
"Really?" Bai Liu's eyes flickered like a bright light, looking at Mo Yao expectantly. Am I really not as unimportant as I thought?
Is it important to you?
"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 arrogant head, looking so high-spirited, like an emperor pointing out the country, "My dear, let me see how important I am, I want to see my man charge into battle for me with my own eyes.
