683. Chapter 683 Big orgasm! Mojiu counterattacks with guns!
Mo Jiu knew that she should not be moved now, but her eyes were still wet.
She moved her lips and looked back at Mo Jiayi.
Then she looked at Scarface and the defense around her again. She knew that the words Rice had just given her the greatest guarantee of her life.
No one dares to shoot her in this place.
The hidden expectation in her heart reappeared. She looked at Les nervously and swallowed, "I have one last question."
When Rice saw her in such a tangled look, she grinned immediately.
Les' smile has always been elegant and shallow. He only occasionally shows his biggest smile when he is with Mo Jiu. At this moment, his teeth on the corners of his mouth were exposed, but he seemed to know what she was going to ask, "You
explain."
A faint burst of tears came from Mo Jiu's eyes, "Uncle Long, did you kill him?"
Less had no doubts or shock, "You mean, your own hands? Or what?"
Mojiu knew what Les meant and asked now: "Are you one of the murderers?"
After asking this, Mo Jiu immediately felt that every cell in his body was excited, as if waiting for Les' denial.
As long as he said it had nothing to do with him, Mojiu was willing to choose to believe Les, and she would try her best to find out who killed Uncle Long back then.
She can also tell Long Qingtian openly that my father is Les and I am not your real sister.
But……
The truth is always so cruel.
Rice still smiled gracefully, "His death is indeed related to me."
His words were filled with a hint of apology.
In fact, until he said this, Mo Jiu still felt that something might have happened back then might be strange, but the apology in his words made Mo Jiu's last expectation for him disappear.
He killed someone, so he felt guilty.
This is Mojiu's understanding.
But she couldn't understand the other party's confidence.
It seemed as if he said this or said this, but he didn't feel anything.
Yes, how can people like them who live by licking their blades and live in their lives?
Mo Jiu suddenly became a little stunned.
She knew she was just making excuses for Rice.
But his origin was not something he could choose. His father's identity was destined to go abroad. How much effort did a Chinese man have to make his own world abroad?
Uncle Long has an opposing position with them, and they kill each other, this is... helpless!
They may not have deep hatred at all, they just have different positions.
Uncle Long is a soldier from China and protects national security.
Rice is the underground king of Country F, and smuggling arms is the king of their survival, and smuggling arms must involve national security...
Mo Jiu clenched his fists and lowered her head.
All the helplessness and expectations just now have turned into decadence.
Suddenly, she suddenly raised her head and sneered: "Bai Zhantang? Les? It's ridiculous! Let me tell you, I don't have a father! I will never recognize you, the murderer who killed Dad Long! I will never
Acknowledge you! I am a Chinese soldier, and my position will never allow me to have any connection with you!"
When Rice heard this, her pupils shrank and she was obviously injured.
Mojiu turned his head and did not look at his face, "Les, you don't need to make such a sacrifice for me. Let me tell you that even if you died to save me, I will not shed a tear for you."