5. Baby Anne

When Mo Lei arrived at the scene, he found Bernikin half-crouched on the ground, his eyes facing upwards glaring at a burly local male.

The man's two arms were covered in tattoos, his strong muscles seemed to jump out of the tight T-shirt, and his scalp could be faintly visible from his extremely short hair, and he looked vicious. He spread his legs apart, held a strangely dressed black girl in one hand, spoke Spanish that Mo Lei did not understand, and behind him stood several gangster-looking locals, nostrils turned to the sky, looking at Bernikin and the dozen or so Chinese youths gathered around.

Bernikin held a little girl in a small blue and white dress, who looked to be 8 or 9 years old, with red lips and white teeth, a delicate face full of tears, a Barbie doll in her delicate little hands, and a plastic bottle of drink in the other hand.

Behind Bernikin, there was also a woman in a tracksuit, about 30 years old, with facial features somewhat similar to the little girl in Bernikin's arms, although there were tears on her face, she kept pushing away the two Chinese who were blocking her, saying something loudly in Spanish, trying to rush over there. Mo Lei guessed that this should be Bernicin's wife.

No matter how docile a woman is, she can become a tigress for the sake of her children.

There was also a young Chinese man squatting on the side of the road, holding a teenage boy who was half lying on the ground with his hands half-wrapped, Mo Lei took a closer look, the boy was the child who was a little mentally handicapped, and the young man's forehead was desilted, which should be the masterpiece of the strong man.

Probably scolded for losing, or there was no reason to talk about it. Suddenly, the strong man roared angrily, let go of the black girl in his hand, and rushed towards Bernikin's wife like a bear.

Seeing this, several local Chinese onlookers hurriedly rushed over to stop them, and a few thugs behind the strong man also rushed up with strange screams and fought with several young Chinese.

Bernikin, who was squatting on the ground, first shrank his head in fear, and when the strong man rushed close to his wife, Bernikin glared at him, let go of the child in his arms, stood up and stepped forward to block the strong man, but was hit in the abdomen by a strong man with an uppercut, and Bernikin retched and squatted down.

The strong man ignored him, raised his knee and slammed it into Bernikin's face.

Mo Lei saw that it was not good to help him, so he stepped out, gently grabbed Bernikin's clothes and pulled them back, pulled Bernikin to sit on the ground, and then took a step forward with his left foot, facing the strong man who was a head taller than himself, bent down and charged his right fist and hit the opponent's lower abdomen hard, and his left hand was pushed up into a palm, just against the strong man's jaw, and after exposing the opponent's neck, Mo Lei's right palm was fiercely forked on the throat of the strong man.

Since you want to solve the problem simply and rudely, then I will give you a simple and rude problem.

This is Mo Lei's criterion.

A certain gangster who followed the strong man at this time set aside the young Chinese man who was entangled with him, brandishing a boning knife in his hand and screaming and rushing towards Mo Lei.

The other Chinese watched the knife-wielding gangsters rush towards Mo Lei, who was petite in comparison, and also roared and grabbed the things around him and rushed forward, wanting to help Mo Lei.

Mo Lei grinned, picked up the cylindrical garbage can on the side of the road and smashed it on the face of the gangster, and then rushed to the retreating gangster's body, grabbed the opponent's right hand with the knife with his left hand, and hit the gangster's nostril with the palm of his right hand, and the people next to him seemed to hear the crisp sound of broken nasal bones, and the gangster let out a woman-like scream, and then the scream broke suddenly, and the person fainted.

It is very unwise not to be approached by a person with a knife, even Mo Lei is no exception.

"Bang", suddenly a gunshot rang out in the crowd, and the two teams of people who were originally noisy and fighting stood still as if they had taken a fixing pill, and then the crowd automatically separated, and a gangster wearing loose jeans and a flower T-shirt, full of curly hair, and a very obscene-looking gangster, approached Mo Lei with a gun with a cruel smile, swearing and scolding in his mouth.

Mo Lei breathed a sigh of relief, if the person with the gun was far away from him, he really couldn't help it.

The thug staggered to Mo Lei, looked at Mo Lei who honestly raised his hands, put the barrel of the gun on Mo Lei's forehead and shouted, "Wow, Bruce Lee, amazing, Bruce Lee, haha, I invite you to eat a ......." ”

Then the thug was suddenly dumbfounded, and he found that his wrist hurt, and the gun went to the hand of the man opposite, as if by magic, and then he realized that his right index finger was twisted in a strange shape - his finger had just been placed in the trigger box.

Mo Lei was too lazy to talk nonsense, held the gun in his backhand and smashed the butt of the gun on the thug's nose, put his knee on the opponent's lower abdomen, and then slashed it on the vagus nerve in the thug's neck, and the thug passed out at Mo Lei's feet before he could cry out in pain.

Mo Lei sighed, unloaded the magazine and put it in his trouser pocket, and threw the gun to the strong man who was holding his throat and panting in a daze, while looking at him fiercely. The strong man took the gun, waved his hand, and took the other people with the black girl, and ran away with the unconscious brother very unjustly.

"How did they get in?" He lowered his head to pick up Bernikin on the ground, then turned to the young Chinese man holding the little boy and asked gently.

"They said they were coming in for breakfast." Although the young man answered Mo Lei, looking at his expression, he did not mean to thank him, but was a little resistant.

Mo Lei didn't go to his heart, reached out and pinched the left hand of the fainting little boy, pinched it the Hegu acupoint, and felt his pulse, "It's okay, he was probably pushed down, right?" ”

"Yes, those people saw me and my daughter on the road and wanted to take my daughter away." A female voice next to him replied with a crying voice, Mo Lei turned his head and saw that it was Bernikin's wife. Probably the adrenaline was over, and she stood there shivering, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"What?" Mo Lei frowned.

I thought it was the same skirmish as yesterday, but it turned out to be a fucking robbery??

"Well, Wu Xiaoqiao was hanging out here, so he rushed over to help, and he was pushed to the ground all of a sudden, but fortunately, everyone was there." Bernicin's wife burst into tears, her hands trembled uncontrollably, and the Wu Xiaoqiao she said was the grandson of the old man surnamed Wu.

"Did you call the police?"

"I called the police, but I don't know when it will come." This was replied by the young man holding Wu Xiaoqiao, who looked at Mo Lei's inquiring eyes, "My surname is Xie, Xie Jun." ”

Since he called the police, Mo Lei dispelled the idea of using this unconscious gangster to extract a confession, and it was better to keep him to test these policemen.

He had just seen clearly that the tattoo on the arm of the strong man was exactly the same as the tattoo of the person who broke into the house and attacked him in the early morning.

It seems that the inheritance that fell from the sky is really difficult to take by yourself.

But since it's rightfully your own thing, you have to get it anyway.

While thinking, Mo Lei walked over to pick up the trash can, and threw the magazine in his trouser pocket into it. But he didn't realize that his little action was clearly seen by that Xie Jun.

"Mr. Mo, thank you." Bernikin took the little girl's hand and walked up to Mo Lei, his expression was full of gratitude, and the fear of the rest of his life, behind him, followed by his wife.

This Bernikin is a man who can put himself in front of the devil for his family, no matter how bad he is, he can't go there.

Mo Lei had a good impression of the middle-aged man in front of him, who was a bit submissive.

"Hello, my name is Shelan, I'm Bernie's wife, and you're welcome to sit at our house." Bergin's wife, who looked very weak but was furious like a leopard when her child was violated, was also full of gratitude.

Mo Lei looked at Bernikin's expectant eyes, and the child who looked as cute as a doll, reached out and patted the little girl on the head, and nodded.

"What's your name?"

"Annie. What's your name? The child's voice was milky, like a heavenly sound, "I invite you to drink 'yo he'" She passed the drink bottle in her hand as she handed it over.

"Haha, can you call me Brother Mo?"

"It's not good to call you big brother, let's call you uncle." The little girl drove in and stuffed the drink into Mo Lei's hand, and handed the Barbie doll in her hand to Mo Lei, "Is she good-looking?" ”。

Mo Lei smiled dumbly, took the drink, "It's good-looking, I also have one on the sofa at home."

Bergin's wife, who was next to her, still had tears on her face, but she couldn't help but grin and laugh.

Bernikin's wife's surname is Xie, and it seems that she is Xie Jun's sister.

Those Chinese who stood up to help also came over to greet Mo Lei one by one.

Mo Lei didn't feel a good feeling in his heart, in fact, he wanted to get the inheritance secretly and quickly and leave, which is good, and it has become the focus again, which is indeed not what he thinks.

He could only respond politely and at a distance, watching them tie up the unconscious thug and wait for the police to take him away, before he walked with Bernikin to the small building of Bernie's house at 111.

He also wanted to hear what else Bernikin could tell him.

Yesterday's events replayed like a movie in Mo Lei's mind.