Mo Cong suddenly felt that it was very important to learn Chinese well. For example, when the first gun was fired, he could not find a word in his mind to describe his current mood.

The fourth brother asked him out without any reason. It was very wrong, but he still came. Because of his trust for such a long time, he never had any doubts about Xu Laosi.

He thought that maybe the fourth brother cheated him into attending some boring parties and gave him some half male and half female human demons. Even if the fourth brother had nothing to do, he was asked to come out for recreation... It was not impossible.

But he never thought, waiting for him will be in this no one's place, a burst of passionate cold gun.

When the fourth brother doesn't listen to his advice and goes his own way to do stupid things, when the fourth brother intentionally or unintentionally separates himself from Chen Fugui, Mo Cong is dissatisfied

But he is still willing to believe in the fourth brother - but now it is meaningless to say whether he believes or not. The only meaningful thing he can do is to escape.

People have potential. Even when Professor Mo is chased by a bunch of monsters, he can reach the standard of college students in the 1000 meter race, not to mention the agile black suit. He couldn't describe his mood, so he simply didn't think about it, who was going to kill him, or why the fourth elder brother did it, and focused all his attention on the movement around him.

Just leave this place and go a little closer to the street with people, even if it's still a hooligan alley. They don't dare to shoot any more... After all, it's not cost-effective to recruit a cop for their own sake.

No surprise, no change of complexion, clear mind - I have to admit that even if Anjie can't stand him any more, and doesn't know the greatness of heaven and earth, Mo Cong is definitely a talent.

Twenty minutes later, Mo rushed out of the gun encirclement, arrived at the target site of the first step, and was a little relieved - there was no more serious accident result except a scar left by the bullet on his shoulder.

However, at this time, these endless bedbugs were still reluctant. Two people came out from both sides of the alley at the same time, pointing a gun at him. Shit, I don't believe you're shooting. Mo Cong settled down in the same place and watched the two men approach him from both sides. He suddenly reached for a crack in the wall, propped himself up with the strength of one arm, and quickly turned over - fighting for them!

The two men's reaction was not slow. Someone immediately pulled the trigger, but they didn't hear the expected gunshot. Mo Cong felt a stab in his ankle, like being stung by something, and immediately felt a chill in his heart. Sure enough, no one here dared to put a bullet, but what's more, the one in their hands was □.

Regarding Laozi as a large and dangerous animal in the wild? damn you!

Mo Cong's feet fell to the ground, and immediately a strong wind came to his face. Unexpectedly, someone was waiting for him with a machete here. Mo Cong leaned over and kicked the attacker out with one foot. Then he didn't give him any chance to fight back. He threw another punch on the attacker's belly. One hand clasped his throat, and the other hand caught the machete he had taken off because of pain.

The man who had been caught in the throat gasped for breath. He only felt that the beast like eyes of the man in front of him in the dark were like monsters in the legend, with a terrible red.

Mo Cong's cheek twitched for a moment, and he cut the knife on the man's neck. The blood from the main artery splashed on his face. He wiped it hard and kicked away the body lying at his feet.

Silent killing in the dark, a group of people to a person... Or a person to a group of people.

However, it didn't take long for Mo Cong to feel that he couldn't do what he wanted. His numbness began to move up from his ankle, and slowly climbed up his legs, his waist, his arms... And even his vision began to blur.

At this time, there was a deep pain behind him. Someone attacked him with a knife. Mo Chong took advantage of the pain to shake his spirit. With his feet as the axis, he turned back to swing the knife, hissed and screamed, and the smell of smell came to his face.

Don't quickly bite teeth, suddenly put a knife in his body, a lot of sanity, ran out.

He walked and stopped, and when he couldn't make it, he gave himself a knife, but the waking time of pain was getting shorter and shorter.

Finally, Mo ran into an abandoned warehouse, hiding in the corner, trying to shrink up. They stopped for a moment and began to search. The footsteps came closer and closer

Mo chuckled bitterly, and his mind became confused.

I don't know how long it took for the effect of the anesthetic to seem to have passed. Mo Cong's first reaction to recover consciousness was to feel that the knife in his hand was still not there. He felt the familiar cold touch and was slightly relieved. Then he carefully adjusted his body and opened his eyes.

Still in the dark warehouse, there were many strange smelling cartons on his body. He listened carefully to the movement around him, very quiet.

After a while, Mo Cong moved cautiously and crawled out of his hiding place. The whole warehouse was turned upside down. I don't know who swept a pile of paper boxes, which just hit him and his side. Fortunately, Mo Cong fainted without any movement and was just covered up better.

He let out a fluke and got up and went out.

The wound of his whole body began to ache, and a lot of blood loss made his feet soft. If he didn't pay attention, he had to fall out. He bit his teeth, and his consciousness was a little dizzy, but he didn't know why, but he always thought, to go home, to go home, to go home

It's like a wronged child.

So far, Mo Cong has experienced two treacheries that are unforgettable to him. The first is his biological mother who is connected by blood, and the second is his fourth brother who has been as unreservedly and painstakingly as his father and brother for such a long time.

So ironic

His body follows the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages and going home, but a lot of things flash through his mind. When Li Biyun was a child, she was noisy and rebellious to her family. When she grew up, she understood her father's cowardice and uselessness. Later on, she watched Xiaojin's work become more and more out of tune, and Xiaoyu's mind was more and more deeply pressed, Then young and frivolous, he degenerated to a nightclub, drunk like a dog, and provoked a gang of hooligans... And his fourth brother to help.

Mo Cong thought that his fourth brother had saved himself. In this sentence, he was so willing to work for him in this circle... This feeling is very complicated. He felt that he owed his fourth brother, but before that, he didn't owe anyone anything, only others owed him.

Moreover, in this world where corruption breeds in the dark, there are different men. They are cunning and fierce. They fight with each other for their lives. They become the king and defeat the enemy. The law of the jungle is the law of the jungle. They can even destroy human nature, and animals are inferior. But in any case, they are tough... Not like Mo Yannan who can only apologize and follow others, not like Mo Yannan who can only read and read, can't pick up and can't mention.

He sometimes worships them, and has a wonderful desire to conquer and challenge them.

However, Mo Jin's words, but out of time, reverberated in his increasingly unclear mind - "he is my father, I kiss my father!"

All of a sudden, sadness came from it.

Because Mo Yannan has died... People from the research institute have been here many times, and there is only one meaning. Although he is nominally missing, they all know that he is dead.

His father, Mo Cong, suddenly left his body in the desert one day, and left it to the creatures in the desert... And then it turned into a pile of bones.

Mo Cong could not move his steps any more. His knees were soft on the ground. He held the knife tightly in his hand all the way. He didn't know where it hit and made a clear sound.

In the hazy, there seemed to be a light on his face. Someone approached him carefully and patted him hesitantly.

The man seemed to speak in a low voice, but he could not hear or see his face clearly. Mo Chong tried hard to open his eyes, but his strength was only enough for him to open a small gap. With the wrong focus, he could only barely distinguish that this man was very thin, and he was loosely dressed in a ragged dress... Just like Mo Yannan standing at the entrance of the alley watching Li Biyun leave more than ten years ago, At a loss, the man's fingers curled his curled edge of the corner, thin figure want to straighten the spine... But how are not straight.

Mo Cong called in a low voice: "Dad..." then he lost consciousness.

When Anjie came back in the middle of the night, he saw the scene in such a horror film, which was really a big impact on his nerves. With a scan of the corner of his eye, he took a look at Mo Cong's machete, frowned, kicked it aside with his toes, and then carefully observed Mo Cong's injury.

Fortunately, it seems that they are all stab wounds. The boy is smart and should know how to make his pursuers dare not shoot. Anjie patted him in the face: "wake up, are you dead? Don't be too busy? Don't rush

Mo Cong seemed to have opened a crack in his eyes. He did not know whether he was consciously or unconsciously staring at him. Suddenly, a childish smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His voice was very low and he called "Dad" vaguely.

Anjie was stunned. Looking at it again, Mo Cong was completely unconscious.

With a sigh and a bitter smile, Anjie picked up the machete on the ground, put it into his backpack, and then carefully picked up Mo Cong: "your father? Even if your father didn't die in the desert, sooner or later you'll have to be angry. "

He looked down at the bloodstains on the ground and thought, I don't know how many innocent residents will be scared by the dawn tomorrow morning - how can people not be stabbed when they are wandering in the river?

It's time for you to be a gangster!