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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

Ye Weilan quietly watched the man running over, his tranquil gaze was cold.

The moment the man ran past her, she suddenly stepped out, and with all her strength on the slender heel of her shoe, she stepped on the man's toes.

The man screamed and fell to the ground, and the baby came out of his hand and was hugged by Ye Weilan.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then pounced on her with a fierce face: "Stinky woman! If you dare to beat my son, I'll fight with you—"

The moment the angry words were pointed at her with a black muzzle, it came to an abrupt end.

The onlookers were also stunned.

Ye Weilan held the gun, aimed the tip of his shoe at the ribs on the back of the man on the ground, and stepped on it fiercely.

"Ahh

The screams were accompanied by broken bones, and the woman's face turned white, and she shouted, her voice sad and angry: "Someone, kill someone—"

The security guards patrolling around the square heard the sound and ran over.

"What are you doing? Put the gun down! ”

With a sound of "bump-", Ye Weilan pulled the board machine.

The bullet went into the old woman's shoulder, with blood splashes.

She fell to the ground, her cloudy eyes revealing viciousness, crying and grabbing the ground: "Gun child, kill someone-"

After all, it was broad daylight, and someone had already secretly taken out their mobile phones to call the police.

The people around looked at the beautiful woman in the white shirt and black dress, and their eyes were all panicked.

There are bold people who take pictures and videos with their mobile phones.

"Who is this woman? Mixed black. Society. Yes, right? ”

"He looks like a human, but he actually bullies the weak!"

"It's too much! Shoot children, beat the old man ......"

"When the police come, they must arrest her and put her in prison......"

People always subconsciously sympathize with the weak, Ye Weilan just had a gun, a few bullets, and the surroundings could almost be said to be a sea of people, and the people who criticized and wrote were hiding in the crowd and didn't worry much.

The security guards also took out their weapons, guarded and indifferent, and looked at her as if they were facing a great enemy: "Put the gun down!" ”

"No hostage harm!"

Ye Weilan glanced at the baby in his hand, and his tone was sarcastic: "Before denouncing me, if you have a little conscience, it's best to go and see if the woman on the ground over there is still alive." ”

Her voice was not loud, there was a majestic condensation, and the security guards and spectators closest to her saw it, and subconsciously turned their heads to look in that direction.

At this time, someone reacted, and the beaten woman was lying motionless on the ground, and she still hasn't gotten up.

When they heard it, they came to see the excitement, and secondly, they pretended not to hear it for fear of causing trouble.

The man who was trampled on the ground by Ye Weilan raised his head, his eyes were angry: "This is Lao Tzu's housework, no matter where it is, it will not be someone else's turn to take care of it, return my son to me!" ”

The old woman covered her injured shoulder, wiped her snot and tears, and was extremely miserable: "My grandson...... You give me back my grandson...... If you have a grudge or a grudge, you come at me...... You killed me and gave me back my grandson......"

The terrible cry caused many people to be angry.

"Don't rely on the fact that you have a gun to be great! Master has it too! Gun down! The child is returned to the family! A ten-year-old boy squeezed out of the crowd with a gun in his hand and shouted at Ye Weilan.

Ye Weilan tilted him, and spit out two words in his red lips: "Silly fork." ”

The young man's eyes widened when he heard this: "You-"

"You say it's your son in my arms? Your grandson? A cold gaze swept over the faces of the two men on the ground.