25, the righteousness of the old man of the Wu family

It is a Chinese residential area more than ten kilometers away from the town.

A corpse lay alone on a concrete pier used as a barricade, a few flies flew around the corpse, and the searchlight of the gatehouse was still turning in a pale light. The empty entrance looked like it had just been through a war, bullet casings littered on the ground, and the other security guards stationed at the gate were gone.

Looking into the community from the entrance, four black off-road vehicles were blocked in the middle of the road, and two uniformed police officers stood on either side of the car, with serious expressions, indifferently guarding both sides of the road, holding a polished AK47 in their hands as if facing a great enemy.

A young man who looked inconspicuous turned out to be alone, killed three guards, injured one, killed the owner of the manor, and then when he fled alone, he killed two people again on the premise that two people caught him, and escaped safely.

Even in the country called the 'urban jungle', this is big news and big news.

Although the real content will never be reported on the news, for example, the children who have disappeared over the years, such as the cause of this case, I am afraid that it will never see the light of day.

The most important thing is that the owner that the young man killed is a great man. Now, all the masters who can be transferred are here, and in the county, the new sheriff has come in person.

However, these little policemen were all trembling, for fear that the elusive Chinese would suddenly come out from behind and cut their necks.

Standing at the gate of the Wu family's manor, the policeman Wei La, his dark face under the light was shiny, full of sweat, and the palms of his hands holding the pistol were wet, he was not afraid of Mo Lei, but was frightened by those murderous guys, he knew that if Sail was willing to tell them about letting Mo Lei go, those killers would definitely send him to hell.

The lawn on the road outside Wu's house was full of residents, and some young people brought weapons from their homes in anger and confronted the uniformed police officers in front of them with weapons in a row, and several older men organized them next to them, and they resolutely refused to let the police and the good-looking men take away Old Man Wu.

Who's afraid of whom.

Chinese have always been like this, their own people can fight to the death, brothers and brothers, or endure humiliation and steal life, but once they encounter external forces and oppression, everyone can give up their grudges, first beat the outsiders away, and then talk about it, it's a big deal to go back and do it again.

The bullying is coming to the house, how can you have the face to see the ancestors if you don't do it?

Between family feud and national righteousness, even illiterate rural villagers can distinguish clearly.

Mo Lei lurked on the hillside and happened to see this scene.

In the Wu family's manor, the plate in the hand of the black maid was 'Suosuo', which was her body trembling, Wu Xiaoqiao stood behind the old man Wu, although her childish eyes were full of tears, but she was still staring fiercely at the four men in the room.

"Old man, you can call me 'Smith,' you know? The person you're trying to protect is now not just suspected of arson and murder, this guy, he's killed a big guy and took what he shouldn't have taken, you know? If he can't hide, as long as he doesn't die, there will be endless pursuits, in any corner of the world. ”

"The people around him will also accompany him one by one to be unlucky, now, you have to tell me, where is he? Where will it go? Who else are there to contact here? Old man, we are not killers, we don't want to hurt the elderly and children, please don't embarrass us. ”

A tall young man, wearing loose mountaineering pants and hiking shoes, carrying a simple backpack, was squatting in front of Old Man Wu's wheelchair at the moment to inquire, his tone was gentle, and his eyes were sincere.

"You're scaring me with an old man again, haha. Anywhere in the world? Do you have the ability to go to China and kill someone? Keep you going and not going back. ”

Old Man Wu smiled, "Besides, he can do so many things alone?" Is our army too strong or the enemy too weak? Forget it, you don't understand the joke. ”

"So, old man, are you going to meet our boss? Our boss is really not a good person, I am afraid that he will cause you some unnecessary harm, and besides, this child will be very pitiful. Smith was indifferent to the sarcasm in the old man's words.

"A whole bunch of you, armed with weapons, ran to our territory and stormed my house to tell me that you were going to do me senseless harm?? Haha, this is too ridiculous, do you know the Chinese? Still don't understand the nature of this group of Chinese? We've come all the way here, stayed here all our lives, and wanted to drive us away just because you threatened to kill a few people? Isn't it ridiculous? The old man looked relaxed, laughed, and there was a spark shining in his cloudy eyes.

With a look of helplessness on his face, Smith stood up from the ground.

He is at least 1.9 meters tall, has blond hair, and has a tall nose that is a little twisted, and looks like it has been broken several times. Yingting's facial features are impeccable, but the entire balance is destroyed by a scar that spans from the left eyelid to the corner of the left mouth, and his eyes are confident and gentle.

"I'll go out for a while." Another neatly dressed man of medium stature who looked to be in his mid-30s nodded to the other three, wearing a fitted gray linen suit and shiny leather shoes with mud soles. His eyes were deep, and there were a few freckles on his face that were clearly visible in the light.

The man turned his head, smiled at the child, and turned to walk out the door.

Willa at the door disappeared for a moment, and when he reappeared, he was already much more energetic, he quietly approached the old men who were organizing and controlling, bowed his head and didn't know what to say to them, and then returned to the place where he had stood before.

After a few old people exchanged ears for a while, one of the tall and majestic old men suddenly shouted loudly in Chaoshan language, and the young people who had originally pulled the bolt of the gun turned around and left one after another, but several old people were still waiting on the lawn outside.

The man in the suit who came out of the building looked at Willa who was hiding in the doorway with only half of his face exposed, and his face suddenly changed.

As if in response to the wonderful change in his face, in an instant, all the lights of the entire Chinese community were extinguished, and then, all the Chinese men in the night sky let out a 'wow' roar at the same time, and the roar was earth-shattering, echoing in the night sky and the valley.

In the living room of the Wu family, almost at the same time as darkness fell, the three tall men instantly took out their weapons and found cover, Smith actually took out a glow stick from his backpack and threw it in the center of the living room, the green and white dim light reflected the old man Wu who was in a wheelchair, and Xiao Qiao behind him had disappeared, only the black maid threw the old one in place and shivered.

The three of them slowly walked out of the hiding place with their weapons, and surrounded Old Man Wu in the middle in a triangle, and the young man who called himself Smith held the huge Desert Eagle 5.0 in his hand obliquely, tilted his head and smiled at Old Man Wu.

"Old man, he's not bad."

There was a soft sound, and before Old Man Wu could reply, the man to the left of Smith suddenly shook, looked at the rough wooden bar inserted into his chest in disbelief, the hand holding the gun pointed to the ground, and even the strength to pull the trigger suddenly disappeared in the violent convulsions, and he fell backwards to the ground.

The Desert Eagle 5.0's loud voice sounded in a coherent manner, and Smith unexpectedly fired the pistol at the speed of an automatic rifle, and the direction of the bullet shot in a straight line to the left of the poisoned arrow, instantly emptying a magazine.

Another young man calmly waited for his brother in front of him to finish his magazine before starting to shoot, holding a 9mm HS2000 with a 13-round double-row magazine that gave him a rhythmic single shot, as if he was chasing something.

In the darkness, Mo Lei leaned against the door frame, his left hand hanging weakly by his side, and under his feet, drops of blood gradually gathered together.

Outside the courtyard, dozens of meters of uniformed police officers rushed towards the small building in a chaotic manner, Wei La stood at the gate at a loss, he didn't know whether to follow and rush in, or watch at the door, the middle-aged man in a suit raised his hand and shot at the sky.

"Don't mess around, don't shoot, listen to the command."

The chaotic police officers fell silent.

"Bang"!

"Bang"!

Two more gunshots rang out in the living room.

Smith turned his head in shock, he found that Old Man Wu had a big hole in his head, and he didn't know when there was an extra Chinese-made Type 54 pistol in his hand. And the other companion beside him was lying on the floor, blood streaming from his thigh, and the gun in his hand was pointed in the direction of the old man.

"Holy!" Smith could only curse fiercely, "Kyle, are you alright?" ”

Lying on the floor, Kyle shook his head and pointed his gun in the direction of the study at the back of the living room.

"Hurry up and drive the car over, the old man of the Wu family is injured!" Smith blinked, quickly blocked in front of the old man's body, and shouted outside the yard, "Turn on all the headlights, find him for me, quick!" ”

Outside the yard there was a roar, and the police rushed over and turned on the headlights and began to search in groups of three.

In the bushes dozens of meters away, Mo Lei was in tears, and his eyes were about to split.

He heard the sound of gunfire in the room, the first was a 54-style sound, the second was replaced by a different pistol, and he knew that the arrogant and stubborn old man must have fought back, and was probably injured or even killed.

This old man who depends on his grandson for his life, once his grandson is safe and sound, what else can restrain him?

The two people in there, unlike the guards in the riverside manor, can know from the angle and speed of shooting, unless they are alone, alone, in an environment like tonight, they are still injured, and now they have to leave.

However, Old Man Wu ......

Mo Lei looked towards the manor, tore off a strip of cloth and simply wrapped the wound, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Wait for me.

In the other direction, Gail carried Wu Xiaoqiao, who was knocked out by Mo Lei, and walked quickly along the small river ditch, no longer looking old and weak.