Mo Nineteen's face was calm, not afraid at all.

"I'm a policeman, tell them to stop or they will arrest you immediately."

Although the few men in front of him didn't seem to be good people, Mo Nineteen was already past the age of impulsiveness after all, so for unknown reasons, he didn't want to come up and use simple and rough methods.

"You're a cop?" The triangular-eyed man was stunned, and his voice was obviously several percent higher.

When the men behind them heard this, they immediately stopped, turned around and looked at Mo Nineteen with an incredible look.

"It seems that the police still have a certain deterrent effect", Mo Shijiu was quite relieved to see their reaction.

Unexpectedly, this relief lasted less than a lightning bolt, and the triangular-eyed man in front of him suddenly withdrew his machete and laughed on the ground.

"Brothers, do you hear me? He said he was a policeman", the man with triangular eyes pointed at Mo Nineteen and said in an extremely playful tone.

"I heard him, and he said he was going to arrest us," the men behind him laughed.

Mo Nineteen instantly understood, the reaction of these men after hearing that they were police officers just now was not fear, but surprise, they were surprised that they dared to show their identity as police officers to take care of their affairs.

"It seems that I will be wrong", Mo Jiu smiled self-deprecatingly.

"So what do we do?" The triangular-eyed man asked.

"Cut him", the man behind said in unison.

"Then don't hurry up", the triangle-eyed man raised the machete and took the lead in rushing towards Mo Nineteen.

Mo Jiujiu shook his head helplessly: "Even the police dare to cut it, I knew that it would be easy and fast to do it directly, how good."

Since the gentle way doesn't work, then just be rough, Mo Nineteen stepped forward, and he didn't see how to behave, so he flew up and kicked the triangle-eyed man's stomach, the triangle-eyed man wailed, and the machete raised in mid-air fell to the ground with a clatter, and his body also curled down to the ground.

The man in the back was a little surprised when he saw the leader's triangular eyes, and they were all a little surprised, but then they still raised the weapon in their hands and rushed towards Mo Nineteen.

Mo Nineteen clapped his hands leisurely and greeted him with a smile.

The men in the back had no idea what was going on, but they had already surrounded the young man who claimed to be a police officer, and the steel pipes, bats, and machetes he had raised were about to fall on him, and the result was either that he lost his strength and direction due to severe pain in his wrist, or that he lost his balance and fell to the ground after being hit hard in his body.

In less than a moment, several men fell to the ground with broken feet and hands, wailing in pain.

Mo Jiu's face was light, and he walked back to the man with triangular eyes and said, "Remember, I heard that the police were hiding in the future."

The triangular-eyed man covered his stomach and didn't completely ease up, the expression on his face was very painful, but it was a little fierce: "You dare to meddle in the affairs of the boss, if you want to have a kind, you will report a name, and someone will settle accounts with you in a few days."

Mo Jiu smiled: "This is considered intimidation?" ”

"It's not a threat, it's a life-urging talisman", the triangular eyes showed a hideous face.

Mo Nineteen nodded happily: "Okay, then try your life-urging talisman if it doesn't work, you listen well, my name is Mo Nineteen, and I am now the strategic advisor of the Special Police Brigade of the Gangongli City Public Security Bureau."

"You are Mo Nineteen of the SWAT Brigade?" A hint of horror flashed in the triangular eyes' eyes.

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Not much", Triangle Eye endured the sharp pain in his stomach, stood up with grinned teeth, and left with his body bent.

Behind him, his brothers were still lying on the ground wailing.

Mo Nineteen smiled indifferently, turned around and walked to the Arab man who was curled up on the ground, helped him up from the ground, and slowly walked towards the No. 8 courtyard.

When he walked to the gate of the No. 8 courtyard, the Arab man's body was cold, his face was pale, and his whole body was like a tissue wet with water, tightly curled into a ball, and he kept trembling.

He couldn't walk anymore, so Mo Nineteen had to put his arm around the Arab man's waist, lift him up horizontally, and walk quickly into the No. 8 courtyard.

On the construction site in the yard, Wu Caijian was eating a big pot of rice with the construction workers in the shed, and when he saw Mo Shijiu walking over with a curled man, Wu Caijian hurriedly got up and went out.

"Brother Jiu, who is this? Why are you carrying him like that? Wu Caijian asked.

Mo Jiujiu shook his head: "I don't know, I picked it up halfway, it seems that I have an attack of drug addiction."

Wu Caijian glanced at it a few times, and saw that the man was dressed in tatters and his hair was dirty, so he asked puzzledly: "Brother Jiu, why did you pick up a homeless man and come back, and he is still a homeless man who is addicted to drugs."

"When I met him, he was being hunted down, and if I didn't save him, he would definitely die, so I had to take care of his affairs and pick him up," Mo XIX said.

Wu Caijian suddenly realized: "Then hurry up and enter the shed."

Carrying the Arab man into the shed, he placed him on Wu Caijian's iron frame bed.

The Arab man held his head in his hands and kept curling up, and Wu Caijian approached the side of the bed, pulled his hair and looked at it carefully.

"An Arab?"

Mo Nineteen nodded.

"I think he seems to be in pain, should I take him to the hospital?" Wu Caijian asked.

Mo Jiujiu shook his head: "Along the way, although he looks very painful, he has always been quiet, and he is completely free of the irritability and restlessness of ordinary people when they are addicted to drugs, so his willpower should be quite firm, and it is estimated that he will endure it as soon as he endures it."

"If you can endure it mentally, what if you can't resist it physically?"

As the two were talking, the Arab man suddenly rolled violently, and even the iron frame bed began to shake, and the two immediately walked over and held him, Mo Nineteen freed up one hand, pulled his hair and looked at it, and found that his mouth had begun to foam.

"It seems that I overestimated his physical fitness, Cai Blade, I'll hold him down, you call Brother Chao quickly and ask him to send a motorcycle over", Mo Nineteen said.

Wu Caijian hesitated a little: "Brother Jiu, the motorcycle is inconvenient."

Mo Jiujiu waved his hand: "With me, no problem."

Wu Caijian nodded, and quickly took out his mobile phone to call Chao Ping.

In less than ten minutes, Wu Dong arrived on a motorcycle, but Su Nianbei also came.

"Nianbei, why did you come with me?" Mo Nineteen asked.

Su Nianbei straightened his hair that was blown by the wind, and said softly: "Big brother, I heard Brother Chao say that there are people here who are addicted to drugs, so come over and see if you can help heal it."

"Will you cure addiction?" Mo Nineteen was very surprised.