2. Attacked at midnight

Mo Lei returned to the community and spent two hours walking around the Chinese residential area.

There are more than 1,000 Chinese families in this community, and it is said that it covers an area of about 900,000 square meters. In addition to the Chinese, there are also some mixed-race families and local aborigines, most of whom get along well. In addition to the beautiful buildings with different styles, there are also large lawns, flower beds, golf driving ranges, football fields, etc.

Mo Lei found a very interesting thing, that is, the school here is taught in Chinese, English and Spanish are only sub-subjects, he saw that some school windows are still pasted with "Three Character Classics" and "Disciple Rules", of course, most places are also messed up with graffiti text.

Turning from the square in the middle of the community to the commercial area, Mo Lei looked at the time at one o'clock in the afternoon, he walked to the door of a restaurant named "Huaqiang Snack Bar", and simply went in and ordered a bowl of noodles. He didn't have much appetite, but he had to eat something, which seemed like a ritual.

It's a meal, and it seems that the residents here don't cook much at home, and this snack bar is doing a brisk business. The shopkeeper was sorry to let him share a table with an old man and a half-grown child, Mo Lei didn't mind this, and sat down with noodles.

"Young man, I haven't seen you before?" The white-haired, kind-eyed old man on the other side finished eating the contents of the bowl, took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and then carefully folded it and put it in his pocket.

"Yes." Mo Lei hesitated for a moment and said his and his cousin's names.

"Oh? I see, you're the heir to his estate, aren't you, haha, just from the mainland? The old man smiled and reached out to shake Mo Lei's hand. Come, Qiaoqiao, call Uncle Mo. ”

The 13 or 4-year-old child sitting next to the old man raised his head a little crampedly, called Mo Lei, and lowered his head to finish the soup in the bowl.

"This is my grandson'......." The old man raised his hand and touched the child's head, "He has a little problem." ”

Mo Lei nodded, he had already seen that this child's intelligence should not match his age, but there was no need to say it.

Mo Lei also saw that the old man was a disabled person, and although a wheelchair was placed in the corner of the snack bar, the old man was only wearing a pair of warm socks and slippers.

"You've been here for a few days." Old man, I can't hold it back when I open the conversation.

Soon he learned that the old man's surname was Wu, and he was an old man who had experienced war. He has been in Colombia for 20 years, and his son and daughter-in-law have a large plantation near Buga, but last year, the couple had a car accident with their grandson, and only the child is still alive, but his intelligence is forever stuck at the age of eight.

This is what Mo Lei summed up from the old man's chat.

Mo Lei usually doesn't talk too much, and he is not very good at answering some questions, so he just chatted with him briefly, quickly finished the noodles, and said goodbye very politely.

This neighborhood is like a small town in China. It's just a ring of tall walls that is higher than a normal town. Tall palm trees and slender street lamps line the streets, and there is a flagpole every three to five meters, and the red flags on the flagpoles flutter in the wind, and pedestrians pass by, nodding and smiling, and greeting them in Chinese.

Standing on the street and looking at both ends, Mo Lei was a little stunned.

"You're blind."

Mo Lei wanted to continue walking along the commercial street, but he suddenly roared behind him, and couldn't help but sigh silently.

Where the hell is this kind of routine?

However, he didn't want to be nosy, so he strode to the left and turned simply, but a voice behind him stopped him.

He heard that the old man in the snack bar just now was whispering soft words, so he turned his head and looked in the direction of the snack bar just now: the little boy Qiaoqiao, pushing his grandfather's wheelchair, probably accidentally ran into an Asian-European mixed-race and his girlfriend, and the stout mixed-race was shouting there at this time, apparently planning to blackmail.

Mo Lei leaned under the palm olive tree on the side of the road and waited for things to develop, if the punk dared to do it, then he should practice today, and he couldn't watch a Chinese being bullied.

But he saw that the owner of the snack bar walked out of the store, and several Chinese young people also walked out, and a group of people were gesturing with each other as if to calm down.

Forget it, let's go. There are many of us, and Chinese people should not watch others hurt an elderly person and a disabled child.

But Mo Lei also lost his interest in shopping. I haven't reversed the jet lag and made me very sleepy, so I want to just go home and take a nap, and ask someone tomorrow to find out if there are any other law firms in the town or county, and find a reliable lawyer.

He thought about Wilson asking him to join his nationality again.

This lawyer is very interesting.

It seems that I still have a lot of problems.

Mo Lei touched the ID card and passport in his pocket, and was a little emotional.

If it weren't for the strange illness that the child in the family had, he needed to burn money every day, and he wouldn't have come to receive this broken inheritance if he was killed.

Walking into the two-and-a-half-story villa, he checked the small means he had arranged in the dark, and after confirming that it was correct, Mo Lei entered the living room and burned a pillar of incense in front of the spiritual tablet, which he made out in the living room.

However, you have to find a way to commemorate it, right? Then use this most traditional way.

Mo Lei was chattering in front of the spiritual seat.

"Da Teng, you kid has a spirit in the sky, so hurry up and protect me This matter will be solved as soon as possible, your brother can wait for this life-saving money."

"I said, you grandchildren are walking freely one by one, I have to fucking live alone, I'm so tired, it's boring, I can't talk to anyone."

"It's me who still wants to leave, how good it would be for you to toss in the world."

"Fuck, it's a mess here, I don't think my cheap uncle is a good bird, someone wants to touch me, you say, is it better to fight back or not? If you kill someone, you will have trouble, and you don't know who is the enemy and who is the friend. ”

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After tossing in front of the spiritual seat for a few minutes, Mo Lei began to tidy up the room, and got some water from the kitchen to water the flowers and plants in the courtyard, then washed up, and went to the bedroom on the second floor to sleep with his head down.

It was quiet in my dreams.

I slept until the wee hours of the morning, the clock on the bedroom wall pointed to 3 o'clock, and downstairs there was a short, crisp cracking sound, like a mouse knocking over a cup.

Mo Lei suddenly sat up from the darkness and rolled silently under the bed like a piece of paper, already touching the ashtray from the bedside table.

Outside the door, the corridor and stairs were covered with thick carpets, although the floor was silent, Mo Lei just felt that someone had entered the room.

The heavy curtains hung low, and the room was dark and dark, Mo Lei stayed on the ground for two seconds, then jumped up from the carpet, flashed to the window and gently opened a curtain.

The streets at three o'clock in the morning are silent, except for the narrow leaves fluttering in the wind and the streetlights glowing softly under the palm trees.

But he knew that somewhere downstairs, somewhere in the shadows, there must be another person.

There was a slight "creaking" sound in the stairwell, but it quickly fell silent, Mo Lei silently swam to the door, raised his hand and gently buckled the two hidden locks behind the door, and stood against the wall, holding the ashtray with his left hand, waiting quietly.

The sound of "rustling" sounded again, and soon it quieted down, and then the door was pushed with secret force, probably because it was found that the door was locked from the inside, and the people outside also lost their patience, so they simply fired three shots at the lock position with a pistol equipped with a muffler, and the gunfire came from the door muffled, like a suppressed cough.

The door was slammed open with a "bang", Mo Lei rushed over like a leopard at this time, and the guy outside just stuffed his body halfway, and Mo Lei's body forcefully pressed the door against it, and the ashtray in his left hand smashed the person's wrist.

Then Mo Lei relaxed his body and continued to squeeze back and forth violently, and when Mo Lei relaxed his strength again, the guy outside the door fell in.

In the dark, Mo Lei was silent and hooked the other party's head with his left hand, pinched his right hand into a phoenix eye and hit the opponent's chest, head, and throat violently back and forth, and when he found that the other party was paralyzed, he raised his leg and smashed the opponent's chest with his knees, until he heard the sound of bone cracking coming clearly, and then grabbed the other party's hair and dragged it into the bedroom.

Throwing away the enemy, Mo Lei grabbed the pistol that the other party dropped on the ground, flashed out the door, and slowly walked downstairs according to the gun against the wall.

He knew everything about the furnishings in this room for a long time, and he had made other changes, which was an environment he was familiar with.

In the dark, a good hunter doesn't care how many prey there are.

Safe downstairs.

Mo Lei held a gun in his right hand and put his left hand in front of him, dodged into the kitchen, and went outside through the glass window where the killer entered.

The streets at night are a little cool, but also invigorating. He quickly moved around the small building for a week, but found nothing.

Could it be that something is wrong with your own perception? Or is this just a temporary burglary?

Then go up and wake up that guy and just ask.

looked at the gun in his hand, it was an old Beretta 92 with a 9 mm caliber that had been sharpened off the crosshairs, the grip was polished, the gun number was scraped off with a blunt object, and the muffler should be new. This must be a veteran of guns.

Mo Lei entered the room through the broken window again, and was about to go upstairs, but he heard a slight coughing sound from upstairs, accompanied by flashes.

To be bad!!

Hurriedly lowered his body, raised the gun in both hands, and trotted up to the second floor with his waist against the wall, he saw a faint light leaking out of the door, he put the muzzle of the gun forward, leaned against the root of the opposite wall, bent down, and slowly approached the bedroom door.

The curtains were open, the windows were open, and the man lying on the stall seemed to be lying motionless on the ground in a strange position, and the beige carpet under his body had a dark black layer spreading.

Mo Lei quickly walked to the window, downstairs, a motorcycle roared wildly in the silent night, and came out of the shadow across the road, Mo Lei raised his hand and shot, the bullet hit the cobblestone ground and splashed a little spark, the motorcycle turned in a circle in place, and then walked away.