to do anything, I just want to give you a good grooming." Mo Xiaobai smiled, his wrist moved, and he took out a sword from nowhere. He wickedly slid it across her chest, suddenly stabbing her shoulder...If a sniper appeared in the busy area, it would cause a huge commotion, so the assassin chose a silent assassination. There was only the sound of bullets breaking through the air, no gunshot. Mo Yao pressed Bai Liu to the ground and with a force of his arm, he rolled Bai Liu behind the stone statue. As they rolled, a row of bullet holes appeared on the ground. Bai Liu narrowed his eyes. Mo Yao hid behind the sniper's field of view and observed the surrounding visibility conditions. There were very few vantage points that could be used as sniping positions. Based on the direction the bullets had just passed, he quickly judged that the assassin was in the eleven o'clock direction. Bai Liu took off his hat and threw it down. The hat was pierced by several holes more than the bullet.

Mo Yao's expression darkened. There were snipers and assassins who got up close and personal, all inside the van. The crowd began to panic. Mo Yao's pistol was a silencer, but shooting in a crowded city would inevitably harm innocent people. He was considering how to escape when suddenly a man clutched his chest and collapsed at their feet, blood gushing from his heart as he lay unconscious.

Bai Liu sank into fury, someone in the crowd screamed and frantically fled. Mo Yao suddenly pulled Bai Liu and ran towards Bodhi Tree Street. That area had more cover, and the visibility at 11 o'clock was poor enough to potentially kill them. Three men in full gear came out of the van and chased after them. Mo Yao dragged Bai Liu to run quickly, firing guns in the market would inevitably hit someone with stray bullets, costing them their life. He pulled Bai Liu all the way to the center of Bodhi Tree Street and suddenly turned into a shopping mall, quickly taking the elevator. The three men hid their pistols under their coats and followed them into the mall. Mo Yao and Bai Liu kept leading the men to the bathroom in the mall. Fortunately, there were only two people in the restroom who had just finished washing their hands. Bai Liu darted into the restroom, while Mo Yao washed his hands by the sink.

This restroom was very long, with six sinks. Mo Yao saw three people walk in from the mirror. Two miscellaneous people left, one checked and the other seemed to casually enter the restroom. The other person just walked past Mo Yao and suddenly turned back, hiding inside his clothes, drawing a long-barreled gun similar to a submachine gun and shooting at Mo Yao. Mo Yao had already dodged, the bullets hitting the glass, shattering it. The sink was also scrapped, the water pipe was broken, and water flowed out, flowing all over the floor. Mo Yao flashed beside that person, drew his gun, and fired three shots in a row. One shot hit the man's shoulder, the second shot hit his forehead. This person looked like a professional killer; one shot couldn't kill him, he could only fire another shot. The other man used the restroom door as cover to shoot at Mo Yao. At this time, the other person also discovered Bai Liu. Bai Liu's Barrett pistol had great penetrating power. After stepping on the toilet and leaping up to avoid a volley of bullets, his bullet penetrated the big man's arm. His gun immediately fell to the ground. Bai Liu hooked the top of the restroom door with his foot, flipped upside down, dodged a grappling move from the man, and fired a shot at the same time, blowing the man's head apart while avoiding the splattering brain matter. Mo Yao's shootout with that man almost destroyed all the water pipes in the restroom, and the water accumulated and couldn't flow out. Bai Liu was just opposite to that person. After killing one person, Bai Liu easily killed the last one. His gunshots were very accurate, hitting the center mass. A man who came in to use the restroom shouted "God" and ran away in a hurry.

Mo Yao and Bai Liu looked at each other, then walked out of the shopping mall in a dignified manner. As soon as they got off the elevator, they heard the sound of sirens. Bai Liu patted his forehead, "I forgot my painting again."

"Your painting is still here." Mo Yao reminded in a calm tone. Bai Liu thought about it, and indeed they were back where they started. His sketchbook and tools were still there, but the scene was under lockdown now. This was a murder scene with the body still lying there. On their way over, Mo Yao and Bai Liu counted, seven or eight people were injured and two had died. Mo Yao hated innocent casualties the most, but this time there was no other way. This batch of killers had no humanity; they injured innocents for their goals. They didn't deserve to be assassins.

A good assassin never harms innocents when carrying out a mission. If they do, they are not a qualified assassin. Bai Liu's art supplies and sketchbook were confiscated by the police.

Mò Yáo said, "Do I need to buy you a new one"

"No need." Bai Liu said, Mo Yao thought he was leaving, who knew Bai Liu just waited for the police car to drive away, and he followed the police car to the police station in his own car...

……

Mo Yao was very surprised to see Bai Liu walk out of the back of the police station with his sketchbook and art supplies. He had actually managed to get his things back without anyone noticing, that was amazing, unbelievably amazing...

He had wanted to help him, but Bai Liu made him sit alone, saying he could handle it himself. Not long after, he brought back his sketchbook. Of course, the process went without any surprises. Mo Yao was quite impressed with his decisive and efficient nature.

Bai Liu got into the car, Mo Yao drove away from the police station.

"You, one day, will lose your life for these things."

"Perhaps." Bai Liu said, perhaps it was so, because this was important to him, he naturally wanted to protect it well. Mo Yao shook his head, this wasn't far from their apartment, a drive would get them there. Berlin had experienced shootings, resulting in casualties, and even shooting incidents at shopping malls. Water submerged the Golden Mountain, with three more bodies discovered. This was no small matter. The government wanted to suppress it, but they couldn't because it happened in plain sight. It wasn't long before the whole world knew about the terrorist attacks in Berlin.

Yes, it's a terrorist attack.

Over the years, there seems to be a convention that any death in a public place is called a terrorist attack. Who wants to carry out these small-scale attacks Kaka scoffed when he saw the news. If they were going to do it, let them kill dozens of people, a few people are nothing.

The moment the terrorist attack happened, Mo Yao quickly determined that it was done by loyal followers of the former bosses of the trading market who had died. Because they mistakenly believed Mo Yao killed their boss, these people were desperate and wanted Mo Yao to pay the price, even dragging innocent civilians into it.

Back at the apartment, after a shower, Mo Xiaobai called. Mo Yao’s phone on the bed kept ringing incessantly. He was drying his hair and casually picked it up. Xiaobai asked, “Boss, are you alright”

Mo Yao said, "It's okay."

Who told him, Mo Yao frowned. He didn't want Xiaobai to know about these bloody things. Mo Yao said, "It's just a scratch on the skin, nothing serious. Did Yun tell you"

“She said she was worried and wanted you to return to Rome first. She knew she couldn't persuade you, so she called me to try and convince you.” Mo Xiaobai’s voice was calm and steady, as if deliberately concealing something. Mo Yao wasn't interested in analyzing his thoughts at the moment, simply replying, “I'm fine. I'll leave in a few days. I have some things to attend to these days. I'll hang up now if you don't mind.”

"Boss!" Mo Xiaobai cried out anxiously, a "sorry" stuck in his throat. He couldn't refuse any of Mo Yao's requests, so he didn't hang up the phone. He asked, "What's wrong"

"It's nothing, I was just worried about you," Mo Xiaobai said. "Your gunshot wound hasn't healed for long, don't be too reckless, and don't get a new injury before the old one heals."

"I'm fine." Mo Yao said, Mo Xiaobai thought for a moment, and then said, "Boss, I might go back to Rome these days."

“You just go home. What are you going to tell me” Mo Yao retorted. Mo Xiaobai was speechless for a moment. That's right, what would I tell you I want to say that I'm taking Ji Bing back, but why should I tell you now, when you're in trouble What am I going to do" Mo Xiaobai almost wanted to spit on himself. Bai Liu walked out of the bathroom with dripping hair, "Mo Yao, we’re out of body wash. Do we have any new ones”

Mò Yáo raised her head and glanced at Báiliu. Then she turned to Xiǎobai and said, "Wait a moment."

He walked over with the phone, the water in the bathroom was still running, and the steam from the hot water made the whole bathroom feel stuffy. Mo Yao pointed at the third drawer and said, "There's a new one there, I just used it before, and I had plenty left. What have you been doing"

"I like to use the whole bottle of body wash when I shower, you don't know," Bai Liu laughed playfully. Mo Yao lightly scolded him before walking away. He put his phone back to his ear and hurriedly heard Xiao Bai say, "Brother, I have to go, I have something else to do."

Before he could even speak, Xiaobai hung up the phone. Mo Yao was left dumbfounded. Just a moment ago, he wasn't in a hurry at all, but now suddenly, what was the rush

He thought about it, feeling something was wrong. He had just been in the bathroom talking to Bai Liu about shower gel on the phone, plus the sound of water from the bathroom and Bai Liu's tone, Mo Yao hurriedly called back. It rang for dozens of times but no one answered. Mo Yao was very patient, Bai Xiao finally picked up, "Hey, boss, I'm busy, is something urgent"

Mo Yao said, "What's the urgent matter"

"My big brother gave me a task, asking me to deal with some disputes between Longmen and the Black Hand. I'm about to head out now," Mo Xiaobai said, "Oh, I have to deal with my little cousin again, it makes me sad."

Mo Yao heard Mo Xiaobai's tone was normal, and nothing seemed wrong. He wanted to explain some things but swallowed them back. He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Mo Yao, Mo Yao, you are truly self-absorbed. How could Xiaobai be bothered or upset by this He probably can't wait for you to have a new love so he can distance himself from you even further. You foolishly called him to explain."

What does this mean

Mo Yao said, “Then you go busy.”

Before he could even hang up, Mo Xiaobai asked, "Boss, did you call back because something happened"

He asked hesitantly, as if probing, Mo Yao said, “Nothing much, I just had something to tell you, but I forgot what it was.”

Mo Xiaobai pursed her lips and asked strangely, "Does it matter"

"It doesn't matter," Mo Yao said, as if to herself, "If it mattered, I wouldn't have forgotten."

The little black crow was silent, lost its voice. Mo Yao said, "Hang on."

Xiao Bai hummed in response, hung up the phone. Mo Yao listened to the busy tone on the other end and chuckled self-deprecatingly. Every time he called, it seemed Xiao Bai hung up first. He was reluctant, each time waiting for him to hang up before he did, unless he had something urgent, otherwise, listening to his breathing for a while longer was always good.

Bai Liu looked at Mo Yao through the bathroom door, his expression complex. Mo Yao was wearing a white bathrobe and his hair was still dripping wet, water droplets sliding from his hair down to his chest, disappearing into places the naked eye couldn't see. He looked incredibly seductive.

People always find it tempting to look at.

Mo Yao wasn't thinking about that. Bai Liu suddenly laughed, like a spark blossoming on white clouds, beautiful and captivating, even a touch eerie. Bai Liu walked over, smiling at Mo Yao who was just hanging up the phone. He asked, "Was that your sweetheart calling"

Mò Yuán frowned, he didn't like being seen through. He liked Mò Xiǎobái, a feeling he couldn't hide, it seemed that everyone could tell. He thought he had good self-control, but why was he unable to control this feeling Why could Báiliǔ see it

Bai Liu seemed to see Mo Yao's surprise, and he smiled, saying, "You don't talk to your mom for more than three minutes on the phone, but you talked to this person for so long. Looking at your expression after hanging up the phone, it's exactly like a woman in ancient times sending her husband off to take the imperial examination."

Mo Yao's face turned half black. Why did he become the "eighteen farewells of a bride" instead of the "eighteen farewells of a groom" Mo Yao didn't bother to investigate this issue, but Bai Liu was relentless, "Who is he Do I know him"

"I don't know."

"You're not someone I meet every day, who can have a normal conversation with you. There aren't many people like that either. Someone who grew up with you Childhood sweethearts" Bai Liu asked, his interest piqued. He felt a different kind of excitement towards Mo Xiaobai.

He wanted to see what kind of man had captured Mo Yao's heart.

"I guess so." Mo Yao said, throwing him a towel to wipe his hair, "Wipe your hair, it's all over the floor."

Bai Liu took the towel and wiped his hair, turned his head to look at Mo Yao, "Not going to say anything."

There's nothing to say.

"How could there be nothing to say Childhood sweethearts, how could you not have anything to talk about Why did he reject you"

"He likes women," Mo Yao said. Bai Liu shook his head, "That's not a reason. Life doesn't say you have to like men and women, sometimes people just like someone, whether it's a man or a woman."

“Are you forcing me to say he doesn’t like me because I'm not attractive enough”

"I think you're pretty charming. He just lacks vision," Bai Liu concluded. Mo Yao chuckled helplessly and poked Bai Liu's shoulder, "Go to sleep. Before I interrogate you, get a good night's rest."

"What could I possibly examine" Bai Liu was unconcerned. Mo Rao got up to go to sleep, but Bai Liu suddenly surged forward, like the most agile cheetah, pinning Mo Rao down on the bed with a forceful grip. He towered over him, without uttering a word, pressing his lips onto his...

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