amaotonovel Chapter 136: What is a God of Slaughter? This is it.
Chapter 136: What is a God of Slaughter? This is it.
Old Mo smiled and said, "It's alright, we'll do our thing, and they'll do theirs. We'll deal with it as it comes."
Old Mo put his arm around Wu Shih-hao's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "That Rose is one of your people, isn't she? If I'm not mistaken, she's someone you placed next to Lei Luo, right?"
Wu Shih-hao was instantly terrified, staring at Lao Mo in disbelief.
How did he know this secret?
Only Wu Shih-hao knew about this, and Lei Luo had also suspected it. He hadn't told anyone except the two of them. How did Old Mo know?
Terrification, extreme terror.
Old Mo patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I won't expose you. But you have to tell me honestly now, yes or no? Otherwise, if a conflict breaks out tomorrow and a fight breaks out, what you'll see might be corpses."
Wu Shih-hao was speechless. If he said no now, and that really happened, Old Mo might actually kill Rose.
Wu Shih-hao said helplessly, "Nothing can be hidden from you, Brother Mo. But can we keep this a secret? People will die if it gets out, Brother Mo."
Old Mo nodded and patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, I'm a person of principle. My enemies will be treated without mercy, and my friends will be praised to the skies. Of course, I won't indiscriminately kill those who are neither enemies nor friends."
"Thank you, Brother Mo. Thank you, Brother Mo."
Wu Shih-hao quickly expressed his gratitude.
Next, we need to deal with the human traffickers.
However, when his men heard that they were going to kill so many people on the spot, they were all dumbfounded.
Even though they're involved in organized crime, they'd do anything for us, even if we asked them to fight or kill people.
But asking them to tie someone up and then kill them with a knife is a bit of a stretch; they're not executioners.
Most importantly, they all hung out together, and they knew many of these people. They had no grudges against each other, so it was even more difficult for them to kill them.
Although they are all despicable human traffickers, human joys and sorrows are not shared.
In their view, those who sell heroin are not much better than human traffickers.
What? You mean kill with a gun?
Even using cannons won't work! Don't believe me? Try killing one yourself!
Unless you're a professional executioner or assassin, you really can't do this job. It would cause psychological problems.
Killing someone who resists is a completely different concept from killing someone who is unarmed, kneeling there and letting you cut them.
Ah Ping timidly walked up to Wu Shih-hao and whispered, "Brother Hao, there are so many people, how are we supposed to kill them all?"
After A-Ping finished speaking, he glanced timidly at Lao Mo.
Wu Shih-hao was also stunned.
"We're not telling them to use knives, we're telling them to just shoot. What's wrong with that?"
Aping said speechlessly, "They're all kneeling there, I just can't bring myself to do it. Why don't you do it?"
"I……"
Wu Shih-hao was stunned again.
Looking at the guys kneeling there in front of him, he opened his mouth, but then didn't know what to say.
To be honest, he's not good enough, even though he's killed quite a few people.
"I'll do it!"
Old Mo said something and silently walked up.
The small square was filled with kneeling people, all of them with their hands tied behind their backs.
Old Mo said loudly, "My name is Chen Yinmo, you can call me Brother Mo. The thing I hate most in this life is human traffickers, like these guys kneeling here in front of me."
"You kidnapped my daughter, cut off one of her hands, and forced her to be a beggar. I thank you for capturing them, allowing me to avenge myself. From now on, I, Old Mo, will repay everyone."
After Lao Mo finished speaking, he decisively pulled out a submachine gun from behind his back as if by magic and started firing at the guys kneeling in front of him.
The hundred or so guys in front of them collapsed to the ground like wheat being harvested.
Old Mo's submachine gun seemed to have an endless supply of bullets; once he ran out, he would immediately switch to another one, and no one could tell.
They kept firing, and more than a hundred human traffickers were beaten to a pulp and fell to the ground.
Those who hadn't been shot were terrified when they saw this, and they all stood up and tried to run away.
However, as soon as they ran out of the circle, they were shot down by people on the outside.
That's right. If you don't run, they won't have the heart to kill you, but if you do run, they will.
Old Mo stood there, firing wildly like a god of death. In less than two minutes, all of the more than one hundred human traffickers were killed and fell to the ground.
The henchmen around him, including Wu Shih-hao, were all stunned.
This is what it means to be a god of death.
If it were them, they really couldn't do it; they would have a mental breakdown.
After Lao Mo finished killing, he walked back and tossed the submachine gun to Wu Shih-hao.
"Here you go. It's an MP5 submachine gun, widely recognized as the best submachine gun in the world, brand new, just used for the first time."
Wu Shih-hao quickly reached out and hugged him; everyone was stunned.
More than a hundred people were killed just like that?
Old Mo patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'm leaving. I'll leave the rest to you."
Then, Lao Mo reached behind his back, pulled out 100,000 yuan, and stuffed it into his arms.
"Take this money and use it to help those children. Don't misappropriate it. If you need more, come to me again."
Old Mo patted him on the shoulder and said, "By the way, if you see any more human traffickers, tell me. I'm going to eradicate this industry. Bye."
Others might feel fear or dread after killing over a hundred people, but Lao Mo doesn't. Instead, he feels a sense of clarity and peace.
He killed over a hundred human traffickers; he did a great service to Hong Kong and the world.
Old Mo drove his Mercedes and sped off home.
When Lao Mo returned to the hotel, Su Chunbo immediately said to him, "Boss, you're finally back. A guy named Piggy just called and said someone went to see Lou Bancheng. They've detained him and are asking if you want to go check it out?"
"Alright. You've worked hard, bro. Haha..."
Old Mo was very happy and immediately picked up the phone in his room to make the call.
The person who answered the phone was still Zhuyouzai.
"Hey, is this Brother Zai? This is Lao Mo! Has anyone gone to see that Lou Bancheng?"
Upon hearing this, Piggy quickly replied, "Yes, Brother Mo, we've already apprehended him. When are you free to come over?"
"I'm coming right now."
Old Mo put down the phone, hugged and kissed his daughter twice, told her to play at home with her two uncles, then went downstairs and drove his Mercedes to the police station.
The Mercedes arrived at the police station entrance, where Piggy was already waiting.
There was nothing Piggy could do; he was afraid that the gatekeepers wouldn't be observant enough to let Old Mo in.