Faced with a silver small lady self-defense pistol. Li Mo obediently raised his hands.

"Relax, relax, I'm really not a bad person."

A single mother who raises a pair of children on her own will turn into a she-wolf who guards her cubs in the chaotic city of New York.

Of course, Li Mo was not afraid of this toy-like thing, but he didn't want to show his abilities.

Because in that case,

Not a bad guy is like a bad guy.

Fortunately, after Xiao Leo's explanation, coupled with Li Mo's kind Chinese face, the mother finally believed Li Mo.

"I'm really sorry, but please understand the concerns of a single mother. To introduce, my name is Sarah. The woman was a little embarrassed and put the gun in her purse.

"It's okay, my name is Li Mo, and I'm the owner of a Chinese handicraft store." Li Mo smiled and couldn't help but say again: "Leo is really a very sensible little girl. ”

"Yes!" Sarah hugged her daughter with a happy face, kissed her forehead and said, "Sweetheart, mom is really happy!" ”

Seeing the warm scene in front of him, Li Mo's heart also felt warm. But now that the matter was done, he also decided to leave, "Lady Sarah, I think it's time for me to take my leave." Leo, this is your money back. ”

Li Mo put down the $30 and was about to leave, but was stopped by Sarah after asking the reason, looking at Li Mo and shaking her head with a smile.

She wouldn't believe Li Mo's nonsense, but she felt Li Mo's kindness, and insisted on paying but was resolutely stopped by Li Mo.

"Or... Do you stay and try Leo's cake before you leave? Sarah said hesitantly.

"No, it's not quite right." Li Mo hurriedly refused, and just as he was about to leave, a young man opened the door and walked in.

The dress of a high school student, with brown and black hair, is handsome but full of rebelliousness and gloom.

“f**k！ Who are you? The young man's eyes were full of wariness.

"Zach! How do you speak? Apologize to Mr. Lee. Before Li Mo could speak, Sarah reprimanded loudly.

After figuring out the situation, the young man looked impatient and disdainful, "Please leave here if it's okay, do you also want to beat my mother's idea?" ”

Hey, how does this bunny talk? Li Mo was a little angry.

Although Sarah is a blonde beauty,

Although her facial features are exquisite,

Body Sexy...

The sound is charming...

Wife...

Wait, that's not the point! What kind of eyes do you have? Despise... No, how do you talk to your mother? It's so rude.

Li Mo was about to leave with a dark face, but a violent quarrel had already broken out behind him.

"Zach, the principal called me today, and you bullied a man named Peter. Parker's classmates? ”

"It's none of your business!"

"You have to give me an explanation!"

“……”

Little Leo's cry rang out.

Li Mo was a little angry, what the hell! Turning his head, he roared: "I said what's the matter with you? Is there any contradiction that can't be talked about another day? Didn't you see how much effort Leo put into this birthday party? She is the youngest member of your family, and you should be ashamed! ”

After speaking, Li Mo, who was holding his stomach, turned around and left.

……

The sky was getting darker.

The rain gradually became heavier, and with the rustling sound of constantly falling on the window glass, the wipers swayed in vain, and the vision was blurry for a while.

The streets are becoming less and less crowded, and the bustling city seems to be a little empty, and the song "Sounds of silence" playing on the car stereo is very appropriate at this moment.

Li Mo felt a deep loneliness.

He suddenly thought of his parents, his ex-wife.

Why do people always show tolerance to outsiders and always be harsh on their loved ones?

Li Mo lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the sourness in his eyes, but his vision became a little blurry...

A blue wild horse slowly drives down the streets of New York. Passing by the chapel in Hell's Kitchen, Li Mo suddenly stopped the car and looked at the cross in the rain at the top of the church.

After a while, he got out of the car and walked into the chapel. Father Langton, who once presided over the funeral of Lucas Jr.'s mother, was sorting out a stack of pamphlets.

Seeing Li Mo who suddenly walked in, Father Langton was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Mr. Li, is there anything wrong with you?" ”

"No... It's okay, I'm just coming in to take shelter from the rain. ”

"Mr. Li, I feel like you have something on your mind, do you need to talk to me? God will listen to you. ”

"Hmm... It's okay, I just wanted to come in and refill the boiling water. Also, is it possible to smoke here? ”

“……”

"Father Langton, what is the most ridiculous thing that you listen to the confessions of so many people every day?"

"I can't divulge the privacy of any believer!"

"Then I'll rest assured... No, I mean, why don't I tell a paragraph too? ”

"Lord, you will listen."

"Where do you start? Let's start with when I was in elementary school, let me tell you, back then, ......."

Half an hour has passed...

An hour...

Three hours...

The rain had stopped and it was getting dark.

Li Mo walked out of the church in a happy mood, some people say that the tree hole is the best listener, but how can there be an understanding priest?

Li Mo decided to take a turn when he was in a bad mood in the future, which just saved the money of seeing a psychiatrist.

In the church,

Father Langton slumped in his chair,

kept wiping the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief,

He suddenly felt,

I'm tired......

When Li Mo returned to the store humming a little tune, little Lucas was watching TV there, and George had already returned home.

"Little Lucas."

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"Hurry up and shut down your online store for me."

"Why?"

"WhatTM why, what is our purpose?"

"Don't get into trouble, safety first."

"That's it! I'm going to close it. ”

…………

Abandoned docklands.

It had just rained, and the potholed concrete floor was full of water. Under the dim street lamps, rusty containers tell of the prosperity of the past.

A large white trailer approached slowly, followed by a second-hand GM car. The sound of tires crashing against the road was particularly clear on this silent night.

The two cars stopped at the dockside, and six people got out of the cars, looked around, and then lit cigarettes and smoked each other.

At the head was a pothole-ridden Mexican man with a black beard. He smoked for a while and then took out his phone and looked at the time.

"How many of you, go see how many people have died?" The Mexican said to his subordinates in a strange accent.

A Mexican named Paquez, who was about to get along, suddenly got a job transporting traffickers.

This was supposed to be done by a black man named Barrett, but the guy didn't know what to do with his nerves, so the beauty fell on Paquis.

Several of his men heard this and walked over and opened the container behind the trailer, which they had already done several times.

There were more than 30 women in the container, some of them young white girls who had been listed as missing by the police, but most of them were illegal immigrants who did not speak the language, and they were generally in good shape.

The girls will be sent to Europe, and a group of girls will be sent from Eastern Europe to work in prostitution, drug trafficking, etc. Their sexual names are as unsafe as mustards, and Paquis collects them into containers for transportation. Well-sealed containers leave only a gap for ventilation, and death from suffocation or weakness is common.

"Boss, three dead." After counting the number of people, one of his men reported.

"Well, ok, not bad! Dispose of the corpse. Paquis was very happy because it was much lower than the death toll he expected. Later, as long as he put these women on the ship and accepted another batch of women, the money he received would be enough for him to be free for a while.

After throwing the bodies into the Hudson River, several of his men winked at each other, untied their belts and walked towards the women with a lewd smile.

Some of the girls wept in fear, while others were numb like corpses. Paquis didn't care, he was already pretty, so what did it matter if he made his subordinates happy?

It's just some goods.

There were many times in his life that he would be punished by God for his painful curses, but where was God? Ever since his family was killed by drug lords when he was a child, he never believed in this bullshit anymore.

Suddenly, a short stick flew from the darkness and knocked out one of the girls closest to him.

"Who?"

Paquis and the rest of the people were startled, and hurriedly took out the guy's flashlight and looked around vigilantly.

"He's there!" One of his men screamed. The others shone their flashlights at the place where the man was pointing.

On a rusty red container, a man in a black leotard was standing quietly. The vigorous figure, clenched fists, the black cloth covering the head and eyes, under the illumination of several flashlight beams, like a person coming from the darkness,

Demon.

Paquis's pupils shrank and he shouted, "Shit! Kill him! At the same time, he pulled the trigger hard.

gunshot

Screams,

The sound of fists hitting flesh,

Constantly coming from the abandoned docks.

It didn't take long for it to be quiet...

…………

Hell's Kitchen.

The headquarters of the Irish gangs, a group of small leaders from various divisions, are gathering in the reception room on the second floor. Smoking cigars and drinking vodka and arguing with each other.

Something has been wrong with the atmosphere in Hell's Kitchen lately, and there seems to be some kind of terrible storm underneath the calm sea. They all sensed something strange with their sharp minds, but they just didn't know where it came from.

Their leader, a man in a white suit, was staring indifferently at the chaotic scene in front of him, a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

Just as he was about to say something, a dull gunshot rang out, and half of the leader's head disappeared, and blood, bones, and brains sprayed half of the walls.

"Oh shit! There are snipers! ”

Everyone panicked, quickly found cover, pulled out a pistol and frantically pulled the trigger outside the dark window.

However, the rhythm of the opposite side was not disturbed by the gunfire, and one by one the small leaders were beaten into rag dolls, and even the other gang members who rushed to help suffered the same fate.

The gunfire gradually stopped, and there were no more living people here. There were severed limbs everywhere, and blood covered the entire floor, like purgatory.

On the opposite floor, a man wearing a black trench coat with a U.S. military pot lid and a resolute face unhurriedly packed up his sniper rifle.

In the dim light, on the Kevlar armor on the chest, a huge white skull loomed...

Hell's Kitchen, the wind is blowing.

Lee's handicraft shop.

Li Mo, who was asleep, wrapped himself in a quilt, slept very sweetly, and gradually snored...