life copy game

Chapter 649 Determines Life (Da Zhang asks for a monthly ticket)

Because Sito fell asleep tiredly on the sofa, Ho Ao was still wearing the clothes he wore when he came back from the funeral parlor during the day—an old-fashioned tailor-made suit.

This is Xito's most expensive dress, and it is also the last set of clothes that his wife bought with him when he was alive.

This suit was only worn at his wife's funeral. Although nearly seven years have passed, due to Xito's careful maintenance, the suit still maintains a near-new condition.

After going through the fire scene, this formal suit has already had a lot of pilling, but generally, it still maintains the most perfect posture, outlining He Ao's old but tall and straight body.

"Old man, are you alive?"

The short-haired man carrying the drone suitcase recognized He Ao's face through the faint light, a look of surprise flashed across his face, then he threw the suitcase on the ground, pointed the gun at He Ao's eyebrows, and walked away. When he arrived in front of the long-haired man who was his companion, "What do you want to do?"

"Ask for directions."

He Ao leaned on a cane in his right hand and held his little granddaughter in his left hand, with a slow and hoarse voice.

When he carried his granddaughter out, her granddaughter only had a set of pajamas.

He had just been chasing the drone, and after confirming the landing point of the drone, he stopped for a while at a nearby small shop and bought a pair of slippers for his granddaughter to make it easier for her to walk.

"Ask what way? Old stuff,"

Hearing his voice, the short-haired man sneered, "You can't catch your breath when you talk so old, what else do you want to do?"

This is He Ao's second dungeon character of the old man, last time it was Rijite.

Compared with Ruijite, who is full of martial arts talents, Xito is older and far inferior to Ruijite in physical fitness.

After a person is over sixty, the body will age rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye year after year.

Even with regular exercise, Xito still maintains the muscles visible to the naked eye. He Ao just chased him all the way, exhausting a lot of physical strength, coupled with the anxiety of rushing out of the fire, he also felt tired.

"I want to ask, if you want to find your boss, the person who directed you to do this,"

He Ao stared at the short-haired man, his voice still maintained a slow and calm rhythm, he led his granddaughter, and continued to move forward step by step, "Where should we go?"

"Where to go?"

Hearing this, the short-haired man put away his gun, held his belly, and laughed, "Old man, you really want to die, do you know who our boss is?"

He let He Ao move forward step by step, and the companion beside him couldn't help arching his body and laughing.

"Close your eyes."

He Ao said softly to his little granddaughter.

When He Ao almost walked in front of the two of them, the short-haired man straightened up suddenly, pointed his gun at He Ao's forehead, "Go to hell, old man."

At the same time, the long-haired man beside him pointed his gun at He Ao and pulled the trigger.

However, before they made any moves, He Ao had already reacted. He directly raised his foot and kicked upwards. Just as the short-haired man raised his pistol, the toe of the leather shoe just hit the short-haired man's wrist.

The short-haired man's hand trembled, but he didn't grasp it firmly, and the pistol was kicked out directly.

Immediately afterwards, He Ao raised his right hand holding the cane, and stretched out the cranked cane, hooking the wrist of the long-haired man on the other side, and with a firm push, he controlled the movement of the long-haired man to shoot.

Then he released his grip on the cane, stretched into the air, and held the pistol falling in the air with one hand.

Arm down, aim, fire.

Bright red blood instantly bloomed on the back of the long-haired man's head like a rose.

His body leaned back on the off-road vehicle and slid down a little bit.

All this happened in an instant. Before the short-haired man could react, he felt the pistol out of his hand. When the gunshot rang out, his companion had already fallen to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the cold muzzle of the gun was aimed at his forehead, and he raised his head tremblingly, looking at the old man holding a pistol in front of him, he slowly raised his hands, "Old... Speak well."

"What's the name of your gang, where is the boss?"

He Ao's tone was still calm.

"The Eagle Claw Gang, our name is the Eagle Claw Gang, and our boss is now in the townhouse at 35 St. Jon Ninth Street in the South District. His name is Werther."

He said without hesitation.

"thanks,"

He Ao put down his gun, and he glanced at the off-road vehicle beside him, "Your car, do you want me to drive it back to your boss's place for you?"

"Of course, of course!"

The short-haired man took out a key card from his pocket, crouched on the ground with his head in his arms, and quickly said, "What do you want to do?"

He Ao didn't take the key card immediately, but stretched out his hand and opened the rear door, and hugged his granddaughter up.

At this time, the granddaughter had already opened her eyes, staring blankly at him.

At the same time, hurried footsteps came from behind him.

A group of figures rushed out from behind him.

"Let me see what kind of trouble our killer Winter has encountered?"

This group of people quickly surrounded the alleyway where He Ao was. The leader was a strong man with an assault rifle. An 'old man' whose hair is almost gray is being held hostage?"

He Ao didn't look at the group of people, but looked at his granddaughter. He made a gesture of covering his ears, signaling his granddaughter to squat behind the car door.

"Lie down on the car, cover your ears, and don't raise your head."

He Ao said softly, "Just like we hide and seek."

Then, as his granddaughter squatted down slowly, he reached out and closed the car door, and picked up the crutches that fell to the ground along with the long-haired man's body.

"An old man, a child, hahaha,"

The strong man looked at He Ao and couldn't help laughing. He glanced at the subordinates on both sides, then looked at He Ao again, and laughed loudly,
"Old man, this is not a place for you to play. You should go back to the nursing home, or you will have shit in your pants later, and no nurse will come to clean it up for you, hahaha."

He Ao calmly turned around to look at the strong man, and adjusted the neckline of his formal suit which had just been stained with a little blood.

This time, there were five people who surrounded him. They formed a semi-arc shape, and when they were talking, they kept getting closer to He Ao and surrounded him.

And at this moment, taking advantage of the moment when He Ao's attention was attracted by the strong man, Wen Te behind him rushed out, pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist, and stabbed He Ao's neck.

The strong man saw everything, but he didn't make any movement, just put his hand on the bolt.

He and Winter have been 'teammates' for many years and know how to cooperate.

He Ao faced the strong man, as if nothing happened, he continued to straighten his neckline with the gun.

And just when Winter was about to run behind him, he gently raised his crutches, the tip of the crutches turned backwards, and he jerked back violently.

The bottom of the hard crutch suddenly hit Winter's lower abdomen, causing his facial features to wrinkle instantly, but the movements of his hands did not stop.

But at this moment, He Ao's hand to straighten his clothes has stretched upwards, and the muzzle of the gun has passed over his shoulder.

Winter looked at the muzzle of the gun, the corner of his mouth was hooked in pain, and he seemed to be a little laughing.

Without any vision and aiming, how could it be possible to hit the target.

boom--

The high-speed flying bullet passed through Winter's head, his body was swayed by the bullet's strong inertia, and he lay back.

Out of the corner of He Ao's eye, he saw the flowers blooming on the back of Winter's shadow on the wall.

This scene developed very quickly, and everyone did not react, but with the sound of gunshots, the strong man in front of He Ao still pulled the bolt violently.

He watched Wen Te's fallen figure, put his finger on the trigger, pointed his gun at He Ao, and shouted, "Shoot, shoot, beat this old man into a sieve..."

boom--

The sudden gunshot sounded in an instant.

His marksmanship was not good, he didn't hit He Ao with a single shot, but before he finished speaking, his body stiffened instantly.

He stared wide-eyed, staring at He Ao's gun, full of disbelief.

Blood flowed from between his eyebrows, and he leaned back and fell backwards.

He didn't expect to be shot, but he did sound the charge horn. When the gunshot sounded, all the men around him rushed towards him frantically.

These men only had some simple pistols in their hands, and they aimed at He Ao and fired continuously.

The actions of these people holding guns are actually not professional, and their marksmanship is not very good, so they have to keep getting closer to shoot.

He Ao's body was half covered by the off-road vehicle, and with the sound of bullets hitting the iron sheet of the off-road vehicle, he raised his pistol and hit the gang member who was facing him.

He then rolled straight forward, raised his gun and hit the second gang member.

At this moment, the third and fourth gangsters had approached, and the distance between them and He Ao was extremely close.

The third gang member raised his gun and pointed it at He Ao's head, and his wrist was instantly hooked by the crutch He Ao handed out, and then He Ao turned the gun and shot him between the eyebrows.

And at this moment, a sharp blade directly protruded from the night, cutting towards He Ao's neck.

The fourth gangster is the worst marksman of the four, but he seems to be very good at it,

At this moment, it was too late for He Ao to draw back the crutch, he let go of the crutch directly, and grabbed the blade with his hand back.

He covered the palm of his hand with a thin layer of spiritual consciousness, grabbed the blade abruptly, and then, under the surprised eyes of the fourth gangster, he suddenly fell over his shoulder and knocked the gangster to the ground.

At the same time, he squatted down and grabbed the gangster's palm with the hand holding the blade. With the other hand, he dropped the pistol and restrained the gangster's elbow, using both hands at the same time.

The dagger held in the hand of the gang member was suddenly pressed down and pierced his own throat.

He Ao let go of his hand and stood up.

He panted heavily twice, and the intense fatigue made him almost unable to stand still.

Thanks to the benefits of long-term training, Xito's explosive power is very strong, and in contrast, after a short burst, he will be more fatigued for a long time.

Taking a short time to stabilize his body, He Ao turned around, walked to Wen Te's body, took out the car key card from Wen Te's body, then slowly straightened up, and walked towards the driver's seat step by step.

The silent night stretched his shadow very long.

Just at this time, he found his granddaughter lying on the car window and watching him.

"Cassie, are you afraid?"

He Ao put the bloody cuff behind his back and asked softly.

Jia Qian glanced at the corpse outside the window, then turned her head to look at He Ao, nodded and shook her head slightly.

He Ao walked to the car window, touched his granddaughter's cheek, "It's okay, grandpa is here."

He sat in the driver's seat, put the blood-stained card on the card key holder, and started the car.

The little girl stared blankly at the back of the old man sitting in the driver's seat, and then at the metal steering wheel.

In the brief sound of the car starting, she asked softly, "Grandpa, why did they kill us?"

He Ao, who was starting the vehicle, paused.

A ten-year-old girl may not know that much, or she may know more than she imagined.

"Because our lives are their bargaining chips,"

He Ao started the vehicle, "Kill us, they will be able to complete the task and get rewards."

"Did Mom and Dad die like this?"

The girl shrugged her nose, "Why can they decide our lives without our consent?"

The old rearview mirror reflects the girl's jewel-like orange eyes,

"Grandpa, can we still go home?"

"It's still possible."

He Ao looked calm, he steered the off-road vehicle, and slowly exited the alley.

The off-road vehicle with steel patches drove on the gray road, and drove into the main street again, into the area surrounded by a large crowd of onlookers.

The crowded crowd had dispersed a lot, and the flames burning in the apartment building were almost extinguished.

The fire alarm on the ladder is controlling the high-pressure water gun to do the final extinguishing work.

Everything seems to have returned to its original appearance, only the burning black window sill can vaguely see the blazing heat of the once raging fire.

The fire did not spread in the end, but only smoked and changed the color of the wall.

Had the son survived, he would have received hefty bills for the fire alarm and facade repairs.

And now, these bills will eventually be handed over to He Ao after several handovers.

He Ao parked the car on the side of the road and stared at the window covered by a little mist.

Jia Qian slowly crawled over from the back seat of the car, lying in the gap between the driver and co-pilot, staring at the former 'home'.

After a brief pause, she twitched the tip of her nose,
"grandfather,"

Those orange-yellow pupils, like gemstones, flickered a little bit of crystal, "It seems that there is nothing at home,"

Tears finally flooded her cheeks, "Mom and Dad are gone, everything at home is gone, nothing is left."

He Ao stretched out his hand, and slowly hugged the girl's small head with his wide palm full of wrinkles and calluses.

He bent down, his forehead touched the girl's forehead, and his cheek was against the girl's cheek.

The lights of the off-road vehicle came on slowly, turned a corner on the wide driveway, and then drove to the south of the city.

The street lights cast the shadow of this dilapidated vehicle on the lonely ground, blending into the silent night.

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South District St. Jon Ninth Street

"An old man who is dying! A child whose age is less than double digits! I have raised you for so many years! There are only two of you! You tell me that there is no news?!! No one sent can be contacted ?!"

In a palatial townhouse, a thin, long-haired man in a white formal suit is yelling hysterically into the phone, "What do you want to say? You want to say that all my people were killed by an old man?! A man who can't even walk Steady, the old man who could poop in his trouser pocket?

"I don't know what those bastards are doing. After 10 minutes, I won't get the news that the mission was successful. You can go and accompany that old man together."

He threw the retro phone in his hand on the sofa and reached out to ruffle his messy hair.

Ding-dong-

At this time, a crisp doorbell rang outside the door.

　A little Cavan, let me stroke it.

　
(End of this chapter)