683. Chapter 683 Big orgasm! Mojiu counterattacks with guns!
Mo Jiu knew that she shouldn't 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 surrounding defenses again, and she knew that what Les had just said gave her the greatest guarantee of life.
In this place, no one will dare to shoot her.
The hidden expectation in her heart arose again. She looked at Les nervously and swallowed, "I have one last question."
Les grinned when he saw her so troubled.
Les's smile has always been elegant and light. He would only occasionally show his biggest smile when he was with Mo Jiu. At this moment, his teeth were exposed at the corners of his mouth, but he seemed to know what she wanted to ask, "You
explain."
There was a hint of tears in Mo Jiu's eyes, "Uncle Long, were you the one who killed me?"
Les didn't have any doubts or any shock, "You mean, with your own hands? Or what?"
Mojiu knew what Rice meant and immediately asked: "Are you one of the murderers?"
After asking this question, Mo Jiu immediately felt that every cell in his body was excited, as if he was waiting for Rice's denial.
As long as he says it has nothing to do with him, then Mo Jiu will choose to believe Rice, and she will try her best to find out who killed Uncle Long back then.
She can also tell Long Qingtian openly and honestly, my father is Les and I am not your biological sister.
But……
The truth of the matter is always so cruel.
Les still smiled gracefully, "His death is indeed related to me."
There was a trace of apology in his words.
In fact, until he said these words, Mo Jiu still felt that there might be something fishy about what happened back then, but the trace of apology in his words made Mo Jiu's last hope for him disappear.
He killed someone, so he feels guilty.
This is Mojiu’s understanding.
But she couldn't understand the other party's self-righteousness.
It seemed that he didn't feel anything bad about saying this or saying these words.
Also, how can people like them, who live their lives licking the edge of a knife, take human life in their eyes?
Mo Jiu suddenly felt a little dazed.
She knew she was just making excuses for Les.
But his origin was not something he could choose. His father's identity destined them to go abroad. And for a Chinese abroad, how much effort would they have to make in order to carve out their own world?
Uncle Long is on the opposite side of them, and they kill each other. This is... helpless!
They may not have deep-seated hatred at all, but just have different positions.
Uncle Long is a soldier of China, protecting national security.
Rice is the underground king of country F. Smuggling arms is their way of survival, and smuggling arms must involve national security...
Mo Jiu clenched his fists and she lowered her head.
All the helplessness and expectation just now turned into decadence.
Suddenly, she suddenly raised her head and sneered: "Bai Zhantang? Les? That's ridiculous! I tell you, I don't have a father! I will never recognize you, the murderer who killed Dad Long! Nor will I ever
Admit it to you! I am a Chinese soldier, and my position will never allow me to have anything to do with you!"
When Les heard this, his pupils shrank, obviously hurt.
Mo Jiu turned his head and didn't look at his face, "Les, you don't have to make such a sacrifice for me. Let me tell you, even if you die trying to save me, I won't shed a single tear for you."
