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Facing a small silver lady's self-defense pistol. Li Mo obediently raised her hands.

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

A single mother raising a pair of children independently. In the chaotic city of New York, she will become a she-wolf that protects her cubs.

Li Mo is certainly not afraid of things like this toy, but he doesn't want to show his ability.

Because then,

I am not a bad person but also a bad person.

Fortunately, after Xiao Leiou's explanation, plus Li Mo's kind Chinese face bonus, the mother finally believed in 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 handbag.

"It doesn't matter. My name is Li Mo, and I am the owner of a Chinese crafts store." Li Mo smiled and couldn't help but said, "Leiou is really a very sensible little girl."

"Yes!" Sarah hugged her daughter happily, kissed her forehead and said, "Sweetheart, mother is really happy!"

Seeing the warm scene in front of me, Li Mo felt warm for a while. But things were done and he decided to leave. "Ms. Sarah, I think I should leave. Leo, this is your money back."

莫 Li Mo left 30 dollars and left, but Sarah stopped after asking why. She looked at Li Mo and smiled and shook her head.

She won't believe Li Mo's gossip, but she feels Li Mo's kindness, and she insists on wanting to pay, but Li Mo firmly blocks it.

"Would you like to stay and taste Leo's cake before leaving?" Sarah hesitated.

"No, it's not appropriate." Li Mo quickly refused, and just before leaving, a young man opened the door and walked in.

High school student's dress, brown-black hair, handsome appearance but full-faced coy and gloomy.

"Fk! Who are you?" The young man's eyes were full of vigilance.

"Zach! What are you talking about? Apologize to Mr. Li." Sarah yelled before Li Mo spoke.

After clarifying the situation, the young man looked impatient and disdain, "Please leave here if you're okay. Would you also like to fight my mother's idea?"

Hey, what's this bunny talking about? Li Mo is a bit angry.

Although Sarah is a blonde,

Although she has delicate features,

Sexy body ...

The sound is charming ...

wife…

Hey wait, that's not the point! What is your look? Look down ... No, how did you talk to your mother? It's too rude.

莫 Li Mo was dark-faced and was about to leave, a fierce quarrel had erupted behind him.

"Zach, the principal called me today. You bullied a classmate named Peter Parker?"

"none of your business!"

"You must give me an explanation!"

"..."

Xiao Xiaolei's cry sounded.

Li Mo is a little angry, what the **** is it! Turning around and shouting, "I said what's going on with you? Can't you talk about it any other time? Didn't you see how much Leiou will do for this birthday? She is the smallest member of your family, you should Ashamed! "

After speaking, Li Mo, who was suffocated, turned and left.

Uh ...

The sky became more gloomy.

The rain began to grow louder, with the sound of rustling falling on the window glass, the wiper swayed in vain, and the sight was blurred for a while.

Pedestrians on Kuai Street are becoming scarce, and this bustling city seems to have become somewhat empty. The sound of the song "Soundsofsilence" in the car stereo is very appropriate at this moment.

Li Mo felt deep loneliness.

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

Why do people always show tolerance to outsiders, but always blame for their loved ones?

Li Mo lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, tried to press down the sourness of his eyes, but his vision became a little blurred ...

The sloppy blue mustang was slowly driving down the street in New York. Passing by the small church in Hell's Kitchen, Li Mo suddenly stopped the car and stared 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 hosted the funeral of Lucas Jr.'s mother, is putting together a stack of brochures.

When he saw Li Mo coming in suddenly, Father Langton froze, and then smiled and said, "Mr. Li, are you doing anything?"

"No ... it's okay, I just came in to shelter from the rain."

"Mr. Li, I feel like you have something in mind, do you need to tell me? God will listen to you."

嗯 "Well ... it's okay, I just want to come in and refill with boiling water. Also, can I smoke here?"

"..."

"Father Langton, what's the most ridiculous thing you listen to the confession of so many people every day?"

"I cannot divulge the privacy of any believer!"

"Then I'll rest assured ... No, I mean, or should I say something for a while?"

"Lord, I will listen."

"Where do I start? Let's start with my elementary school. Let me tell you, then ..."

After half an hour ...

One hour…

Three hours…

The rain gradually stopped, and it was already dark.

莫 Li Mo walked out of the church in a happy mood. Some people said that the tree cave was the best listener, but how could a good priest be good?

莫 Li Mo decided to turn around when he was in a bad mood, saving money on seeing a psychologist.

In the church,

Father Brenton was paralyzed in a chair,

He wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief,

He suddenly felt,

Exhausted……

When Li Mo hummed Xiao Quer back to the store, little Lucas was watching TV there, and George had already returned home.

"Little Lucas."

"Boss, what's up?"

"Hurry up and close your broken online store."

"Why?"

"What TM why, what is our purpose?"

"Let's provoke right and wrong, safety first."

"That's all it takes! Close me soon."

Uh ...

Abandoned dock area.

Just after it rained, there was stagnant water all over the puddles of concrete. Under the dim street lights, the rusty containers tell the once prosperity.

A large white trailer slowly came, followed by a second-hand general-purpose car. The sound of the tire pressing across the road seemed particularly clear on this silent night.

Two cars stopped at the dock, and six people got off the car. After looking around, they lit each other and smoked.

He is headed by a pallid Mexican man with a black beard. After smoking a cigarette, he took out his mobile phone and looked at the time.

几个 "You guys, go and see how many people are dead?" The Mexican said under his strange accent.

Mexican named Paquis, who was about to get rid of him, suddenly got a job to transport human traffickers.

The matter was originally given to a black man named Barrett, but the guy didn't know what kind of nerve self-reliance portal was sent, so this beautiful difference fell to Pacquis.

After hearing this, a few of them walked over and opened the container behind the trailer. They have conducted several population sales through this method.

There are more than 30 women in the container. Some of them are white young girls who have been on the police list of missing persons, but most of them are illegal immigrants who do not understand the language.

These women will be sent to Europe, and a group of girls from Eastern Europe will also be sent for prostitution and drug trafficking. Their sexual names are like grass and mustard, and there is no guarantee. Pacquisi gathered these women together and carried them in container boxes. Containers with good airtightness leave only a slight gap for ventilation, and death from suffocation or weakness is common.

"Boss, three died." One of his men reported after counting the number.

嗯 "Well, ok, not bad! You dispose of the corpse." Pacquis was very satisfied, because it was a lot lower than his expected death toll. As long as these women are sent to the boat and another group of women are accepted, the money will be enough for him to escape for a while.

After a few men threw the bodies into the Hudson River, they winked at each other, unfastened their belts, and walked towards the women with a smile.

Some girls cry in fear, while others are numb like the same body. Pacquith didn't care. He had tasted the good-looking. What does it matter to make his staff happy?

He is just some goods.

许多 Many times in his life, the painful curse will be punished by God, but where is God? He has never believed in these **** ever since the family was killed by a drug lord at a young age.

Suddenly, a short stick flew from the darkness, stunning one of the closest men to the girls.

"who?"

Pacquis and the rest were shocked, and hurriedly took out the guy to look around vigilantly with a flashlight.

"He is there!" One of his men exclaimed. Others shot the flashlight at the place where the finger pointed.

On a rusty red container box, a man in a black bodysuit was standing there quietly. The sturdy figure, clenched fists, black cloth covering his head and eyes, were illuminated by several flashlight beams, like a person coming from the darkness,

Devil.

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

Shots,

Screams,

The sound of a fist hitting the flesh,

Continuously uploaded from the old wharf ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ After a while, it quieted down ...

Uh ...

Hell's Kitchen.

At the gang of Irish gangsters, a group of small bosses from various districts are gathering in the reception room on the second floor. Smoking a cigar and drinking vodka quarreling with each other.

The recent atmosphere in Hell's Kitchen is a bit wrong. It seems that a kind of terrible storm is breeding under the calm sea. They were sensitive, but they didn't know where they came from.

The leader is a Xie Ding man in a white suit. He is staring indifferently at the messy scene in front of him, with a smirk in the corner of his mouth.

I just wanted to say something, a dull gunshot sounded, half of the leader's head disappeared, and blood, bone marrow, and brain fluid were sprayed on half the wall.

"Oh shit! There are snipers!"

Everyone was a little panicked, quickly found a bunker, pulled out a pistol and pulled the trigger wildly against the dark window.

However, the rhythmic sound on the opposite side was not disturbed by the gunfire, and the little chiefs were raged into rag dolls, and even other gang members who rushed to help encountered the same fate.

The gunfire stopped, and there were no living people. There were corpses of broken limbs everywhere, and the whole floor was covered with blood, like purgatory.

Upstairs opposite to him, a man with a stubborn face, who was wearing a black trench coat and holding the cover of a U.S. troop, gathered up his sniper rifle.

Under the dim light, a huge white skull loomed on Kevlar's armor on his chest ...

Hell in the hell's kitchen.

Li's handicraft shop.

Li Mo, who fell asleep, wrapped in a quilt and slept so sweetly that he began to snore ...