165. Lead the snake out of the hole

If he didn't see the other party's weapon, Mo Lei didn't plan to kill.

People like him tend to value life more than many people.

From the beginning of going downstairs, Mo Lei found that at least three people were following him. At first, I thought that the three of them were not in a group, but seeing the clumsy cooperation and lame tracking skills of the three people, I wanted to disappear without the intention of playing. Lighting a fire and smoking, just using a means of seduction. When he saw the convenience store with the lights on, he led the three of them over, and when he saw a person coming in behind him, he saw the young man guarding the store also pulling out a shotgun. Mo Lei grabbed the gun, knocked the followers and the store keeper unconscious and left through the back door, and saw the sneaky Corrigan and the bodyguard walking towards the store with weapons, and knew that if he didn't kill people tonight, he probably couldn't leave here.

Corrigan was covered in the mouth, the pistol in his hand was ordered by the person behind him to remove the magazine and throw it into the ditch, a chill between his legs, the urge to urinate hit his bladder, but the anger of the thugs in his body was also drawn out. The moment the man behind him let go of the hand covering his mouth, Corrigan yelled, but with a brief click, the dagger slit his neck. Before he died, Corrigan didn't hold back his feces and urine, and the stench filled the air nearby for a moment.

Corrigan, who had been cautious for decades, died in a daze, with only one scar on his body, but it was that one scar that took his life.

Letting go of the corpse in his hand in disgust, Mo Lei retreated into the darkness. Before leaving, he saw that the old man had also heard the noise here, glanced in this direction, and hurried back indoors, his steps were much lighter than when he had just gone out, and then the door closed behind the old man.

Before he could take a few steps, a sharp whistle sounded on the street, followed by footsteps hurried towards this side, and then, the lights of the originally dark room were lit up, people spoke quickly, figures swayed in the light in front of the window, and a bolt sounded, followed by a crisp and short gunshot, accompanied by the sound of cars and motorcycles.

The entire area became frantic in the early hours of the morning after the whistle sounded.

Mo Lei simply attached himself and picked up the pistol next to the first corpse on the side of the road, returned to the shadows again, and checked the gun, this is a 90-year-old Jericho 941 9mm pistol, with a bullet capacity of 15 rounds, because the left hand safety handle can be operated with one hand, and there are luminous spots on the front sight and the door, which is suitable for aiming with night shooting, which is very popular with underworld people. It's a pity that the gun lacks maintenance and is somewhat dilapidated.

Putting the hat on his hooded jacket on his head again, Mo Lei held the gun in his left hand and stuffed it in his pocket, and the dagger in his right hand was behind his elbow, and he hurried dozens of meters in the dark in the direction of the two guys he had just killed. He heard a loud roar behind him, and realized that among the two people he had killed, one was named Corrigan and the other was named Covey. But it doesn't matter, the dead are all dead, and you don't need to know what they call "Ke". But Mo Lei suddenly thought that he still had to scratch his tongue and ask, why are so many underworld people targeting him? What Victor said about the "banknote template" has spread to this point? Or is it something else?

A sedan with an illegible color struggling to rush down the ramp, the windows were open, and the muzzle of a gun with a black hole in the back seat was exposed. Two motorcycles followed, one with three people on board and the other with two people, each with a weapon, and the bright lights shone in puddles, and the people in the car shouted and asked. There were also people with flashlights hanging around.

Mo Lei suddenly turned back under the ramp. Further down, he will meet a lot of solitary guys, the roads here are extensive, although suitable for evasion, but it is inevitable to encounter enemies, once you run into a dozen outlaws, under the premise of unfamiliar with the premise, inexplicably get bullets, it is not worth it.

The light suddenly lit up on the second floor of the building where the old man entered, although it was only for a moment, but Mo Lei quickly understood that the old man was likely to live alone, even if there were other people, I am afraid that he would be a dead man or a sick person, otherwise he must have lit up the light like other places and picked up his weapon and rushed out. This place is exactly what Sanchez said, if someone breaks in, all the gangs will work together regardless of their previous suspicions.

Two people rushed up to Mo Lei's rear, and the sound of the bolt was still so harsh even in the shouting and scolding and the sound of cars. Mo Lei did not hesitate to let go of the right hand holding the dagger, squatted down with both legs, climbed the iron railing on his side with one hand, jumped over the 180-centimeter iron railing, rolled on the ground when he landed, jumped into the back of the three garbage cans lined up in a row, and then waited for a few seconds to rush out quickly, crossed the courtyard of more than ten meters and went around to the west side, and climbed the water pipe attached to the wall to climb to the top of the building.

Looking down from the roof of the building, the scattered fires on the slope were lit, and a large number of ruffians began to rush towards the gunshots, some of the roofs had snow-bright searchlights turned on, and on the road below the hillside, there were also flashing lights of several police cars, but they could stay where they were and did not dare to go up the mountain.

Standing on the top of the building overlooking the hillside for half a minute, Mo Lei began to look for useful tools on the platform. But the platform was cleaned very quickly, the drizzle had been paused, and under the faint starlight, it was vaguely visible that there was nothing on the platform except for the small pool made of cement in the corner, and the iron door leading to the corridor was locked from the inside, and Mo Lei gently pushed it with dark force - very strong and reliable, and if you want to enter from the outside, you may have to smash the wall.

It was not impossible to go indoors, but Mo Lei suddenly gave up this idea. No matter who is indoors, let him find someone to be a hostage in this kind of place, Mo Lei can't do it.

Walking around the platform, the building is in the middle of the hillside, but you can still see flashlights, motorcycles, and car lights coming from all directions. Mo Lei's left side faces east, closer to the city, two downhill paths lead to the reform avenue, the north leads to the top of the mountain, the south goes down to the river, and about 8 kilometers to the west is a 20-square-kilometer mountainous area, with sparse buildings between low bushes and one-person-high grass, as well as farmland and other crops, such as hemp.

Giving up the plan to sneak east to the city, Mo Lei considered that once he entered the city, even if he found a safe place again, it was still difficult to guard against the pervasive Vaux, so he could only continue to be exhausted, and it was unscientific to go south and north, but to the west, in addition to entering the mountains to hide traces, he could also use the terrain to catch a live hole and understand why someone would find him wherever he went.

Although his appearance tonight was improvised, he was followed when he went out, and this feeling made people very passive.

After making up his mind, Mo Lei thought about how to leave. From the west to the mountains, the straight-line distance is 8 kilometers, but if you walk along the road, I am afraid that there will be more than 10 kilometers, and it is impossible to measure it with your feet, so grab a car, a motorcycle! But how do you rob a car without being noticed?

After carefully calculating the possibilities, Mo Lei looked at the distance between the building and the house to the north, the opposite house was only two floors, and the golden-painted walls looked particularly dazzling even in the starlight, the distance of two meters was nothing to Mo Lei during the day or in good weather, but in the early morning after the rain, Mo Lei didn't know what was on the rooftop opposite, so he could only choose to slip down the water pipe from the west.

Calmly watching the hooligans shuttling downstairs, Mo Lei pressed his body against the wall, and after the three motorcycles downstairs left from the south and north respectively, he held the water pipe with both hands, his toes and waist at the same time, and quickly slipped down the water pipe like an ape, and quickly turned left when he stepped on the road, rushing into the alley to the north, burying his body in the shadows and not moving, the dagger in his right hand was hidden behind his elbow.

A motorcycle with two people in it roared out of the alley to the west, and the bright headlights passed directly in front of Mo Lei. Mo Lei's back was close to the wall, and when the car drove out about 2 meters from the right side, he suddenly bent down and rushed forward, dragged the collar of the guy in the back row with his left hand and pulled it violently, and stabbed the dagger twice in his right hand, and the knife was fatal. The driver in front was caught off guard and almost flipped the motorcycle to the ground, Mo Lei let go of the corpse in his hand, supported the driver with his left hand, sat in the back seat with his right leg, and roared in Spanish.

"Drive obediently and head west."

With that, the tip of the dagger of his finger pierced the driver's clothes until it pierced into the skin.

"I'm not going to kill you." Mo Lei saw that the driver was a little paralyzed, so he hurriedly added. He needs this driver, and when someone asks, this guy in front of him can answer.

The rider nodded, didn't look back, started the motorcycle and turned right in front of him, and then when he approached the alleyway, the rider took a deep breath and wanted to open his mouth to shout, and his right hand released the faucet and stretched it to his waist. But Mo Lei, who was in the back seat, felt that this guy was moving, and at the same time, the dagger slashed the other party's neck. He supported the motorcycle with his feet to keep it from falling, and with one hand he pulled the body apart, and started the motorcycle again and rushed west.

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