amaotonovel Chapter 231: All human traffickers, executed on the spot.
Chapter 231: All human traffickers, executed on the spot.
The two men's expressions changed drastically when they saw Hu Huizhong take out handcuffs.
One of the men shouted, "Help! Help! Ah She is hitting someone! Ah She is hitting someone in the street! Help!"
Another man, upon seeing this, also shouted loudly.
They weren't asking passersby for help; they wanted to shout loudly to attract their accomplices.
Upon seeing this, the passersby all fled far away to watch the spectacle.
There's nothing we can do; this isn't the future. If something like this happened in the future, some people would run away, but others wouldn't; instead, they'd take out their phones to film it.
But in this day and age, everyone wants to go far away. Because in this day and age, Ah She from Hong Kong is simply not trustworthy.
The two men were still shouting and yelling wildly, and Old Mo didn't go up to stop them.
Sure enough, soon a large group of people came running from a distance, about a dozen or so.
Old Mo said to Hu Huizhong, "Captain Hu, get back to the car immediately and protect Yao Yao. Don't let him see what's about to happen, understand?"
Hu Huizhong quickly said, "Susanna is enough in the car. I'll stay and help you."
Old Mo glared at her and said angrily, "This is an order. If you disobey orders like this again, I'll fire you."
Hu Huizhong was startled and, without saying a word, quickly ran back to the car and closed the door.
Hu Huizhong returned to the driver's seat and said to Ye Zimei, "Make sure to block Yao Yao's view later. The boss said we can't let her see anything."
As she spoke, she started the car, turned it around so that the front of the car faced the group of people, and drew her gun, ready to join the fight at any moment.
When they arrived, Old Mo gave them pistols.
Meanwhile, the traffickers' accomplices had arrived and surrounded Lao Mo.
Seeing this, Ye Zimei quickly hugged Chen Yao and buried her head in her broad chest.
"Yaoyao, go to sleep. Auntie will tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain was a temple, and in the temple was an old monk telling stories..."
In the front row, Hu Huizhong stared intently ahead, his gun already loaded.
The dozen or so people in front of them surrounded Lao Mo. They were furious as they looked at the two guys handcuffed together on the ground.
One of the burly men, who seemed to be the leader, stared at Old Mo and asked, "Kid, are you Ah She?"
Old Mo shook his head and said, "No. Have all of your people arrived?"
"Hey……"
The burly man at the head of the group grinned: "Kid, you're asking for it. Do you know who we are? How dare you rob our people in the street?"
This was exactly what Old Mo wanted to ask: "I'm also very curious, who are you people?"
The burly man at the head of the group sneered, "Have you heard of He Shenghe? We're from He Shenghe. How about that? Scared out of your wits?"
Old Mo suddenly laughed: "Very good, you've confessed yourselves. Now, I don't need to hold back anymore."
The leader sneered, "Looks like you won't listen to advice. Brothers, teach him a lesson, then drag him back and make him regret ever being born."
Upon hearing this, those people were about to rush forward, but the next moment, they stopped in their tracks, nearly scared to death.
Yes, Old Mo pulled out a submachine gun from behind his back.
He just kept shooting at the fastest guy charging ahead.
Gaa...
The man was hit by several bullets. His body trembled a few times as if he were dancing, and then he fell to the ground with a thud.
Gaa...
Everyone's bodies went limp, and some even knelt down with a thud.
Yes, they didn't even dare to run.
Who can escape from this thing? The worst part is, this guy is like a killing machine; he'll kill you without warning!
Those who had been watching from afar vanished in an instant.
"Come here, all of you, kneel before me."
Old Mo said coldly.
A dozen or so men, including the burly man in the lead, immediately and obediently came to Old Mo and knelt down straight.
Inside the car, Hu Huizhong and Ye Zimei were both stunned.
Boss, can he hide a submachine gun in his backside?
They watched closely; the boss pulled the gun out from behind his back. How did he do that?
Are men really that amazing?
Outside, Old Mo pressed a submachine gun against the chest of the leading man.
"Tell me, how many children like this have you arrested?"
The leading man nearly wet himself in fear and hurriedly said, "There are five, fifty-odd, more than fifty."
This guy even stutters when he speaks.
Old Mo said coldly, "Were they all crippled?"
"this……"
The burly man at the head of the group dared not speak.
If I say this out loud, will this guy go berserk and shoot them all?
Old Mo's face darkened; he had already guessed the outcome.
"Very well, you all deserve to die. Tell me, what's your name?"
"I...I...I'm called Pheasant, I'm called Pheasant, brother, spare me!"
Old Mo nodded and said, "I'll spare your life. Go back and tell your boss that my name is Old Mo, and that he should send all the children to the police station tomorrow and hand them over to Lei Luo."
"And go and turn yourself in, or I'll take his life. You need to relay his exact words, word for word. Remember what I said?"
"I've got it, I've got it."
The pheasant nodded frantically.
Old Mo nodded and said, "Very good, you can go now."
"Yes, yes, thank you, brother, thank you, brother."
The pheasant immediately stood up and ran away.
He had only run a few steps when he heard the sound of gunfire and screams of agony behind him.
The pheasant was startled and turned around, its eyes widening like copper bells.
Old Mo took out his submachine gun and started shooting at the dozen or so guys kneeling on the ground.
Before the dozen or so men could figure out what was going on, they were all knocked to the ground, blood flowing everywhere.
The pheasant was completely stunned. He instinctively tried to run, but his legs gave way and he tumbled to the ground with a thud.
He didn't dare stop, and hurriedly ran away, scrambling and crawling, trying to get as far away from here as possible.
That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying.
This guy isn't human.
Right there on the street.
Right there on the street, this guy slaughtered more than a dozen people with a submachine gun.
He's never seen such a terrifying person in his entire life, how dare he?
Those who were watching from a distance were completely terrified when they saw this scene.
The two women in the car were completely dumbfounded. They were utterly stunned.
Is their boss even human?
Old Mo remained calm after confirming that the dozen or so men on the ground were all dead.
He slung the submachine gun over his shoulder, then turned around, looked at the little boy, and smiled.
"Little friend, Uncle has killed all the people who hurt you. From now on, no one will dare to bully you anymore. Come on, come home with Uncle."