"I was terribly scared at the time." An hour later, on the sofa of the suite of the Jinhai Hotel, Ms. Zeng Cuicui tremblingly asked while holding Jiang Ting's hand: "You said that if Officer Wu was angry, she would violently violently , Within five steps, the blood ran into a river. I twisted Bu Chonghua’s head in front of me and threw it down to the 20th floor. Does that count as a high-altitude parabolic? If I resist, can I be considered self-defense? "
Yan Xiu: "..."
Jiang Ting: "..."
Yan Xi turned his head and lowered his voice and asked, "I have every reason to suspect that the kid surnamed Lin is uneasy and kind, do you think he has instilled cult thoughts on my mother along the way?"
Jiang Ting whispered: "I don't know, but Lin Kang has always been a little mad. I warned you already."
"?" Ms. Zeng Cuicui poked her head out suspiciously: "What does Kushiri Kushiki mean?"
Yan Xiu said: "Oh, it's okay. Professor Jiang's derogatory adjectives for people are only. Under normal circumstances, those who are issued a red wanted order by the Interpol or have more than 30 serial murders can get these four-character honors."
Ms. Zeng Cuicui has an expression of learning new knowledge.
"In short, no matter what Lin Kang tells you, it is false. Don't worry." Yan Xi said seriously: "Although I am also very curious why police officer Little Wu didn't turn on the lighter when he was confiscated for the first time. Bu Chonghua’s head was twisted off, his hands were chopped off, and his ashes rushed into the sewer, but based on observation for such a long time...Wu Yu is actually a very gentle, reasonable, and not hostile person. Just give him enough cigarettes and Snacks, he generally refuses violence."
Zeng Cui was anxious: "Is that right, make sure that cigarettes work?"
Yan Xiu solemnly: "It works!"
"Are you sure he won't avenge blood and hatred, tie up your cousin and hang it with a salt water whip two hundred times?"
Yan Xiu had a little frustration, and glanced at Jiang Ting. Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Yes!" Yan Xiu immediately said firmly, "They love each other sincerely, so you can fulfill them!"
Ms. Zeng Cuicui finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had put down a boulder in her heart, and rubbed the corner of her eyes with her small handkerchief.
"Oh, since you said that, I'm relieved." She said weakly, "Then let's release Officer Little Wu quickly."
Yan Xiu: "Okay, let's go...wait what do you say?!"
Five minutes later, in the hotel's underground parking garage, Yan Xiu opened the G65 back door that Zeng Cui had just opened, calling—
In the spacious trunk, Wu Yu sat as peaceful as an old monk. He wore a pair of loose pajamas all over his body. His upper body was wrapped in the duvet on Bu Chonghua's bed, and a cigarette was dangling from his mouth.
He put his elbows on his bent knees, and his hands were handcuffed in front of him along with the iron bars on the side of the bed that were half removed. The silver chains of the handcuffs reflected a faint light.
Yan Xiu: "………………"
Jiang Ting: "………………"
"Your mother locked Bu Chonghua on the balcony, and then removed half of the headboard with her bare hands, telling me not to talk to her and go with her." Wu Yu sighed for a long time, and said in the vicissitudes of the smoke ring: "I was so scared at the time. Up."
"Your wife is in my hands, take the money if you want someone!" Yan Xiu paced back and forth in the hotel room while shouting at the phone: "One hundred million! Add two boxes of spicy noodles! Two boxes of mustard! Hot pot!!!"
Wu Yu made gestures with both hands on the side, and Yan Xi knew: "There are two more Fuchun Mountain smokes-wait, you can also replace them with ten soft Chinese, don't forget the lighter!!"
"...Yan Xi," Bu Chonghua's helpless voice came from across the phone, and said, "Wu Yu will fail the next taste test and I will send the photo of the internet celebrity you liked in high school to Team Jiang. Are you sure you want to force me to do this?"
"!!!"
Yan Xi immediately hung up the phone, his face changed color, and he hurriedly returned his cell phone to Wu Yu: "That's where you can help you, and you can do the rest by yourself."
Wu Yu hated iron but not steel.
The hostage Wu Yu, who was handcuffed in the trunk, finally washed his face, brushed his teeth, changed into a shirt and jeans supported by Jiang Ting’s friendship, sat in front of the coffee table outside the hotel suite, and ate half a bowl of glutinous rice. Congee with pickles. Yan Xi looked at his posture of the wind and cloud gnawing pickles and was a little worried, and lowered his voice to warn: "You stay a little longer, and don't blame Brother for not saving you when you will be punished by Jiang to copy the Criminal Code."
Wu Yu's chopsticks froze in midair, and then he slapped his right wrist and arched his face in pain: "Ah my hand, my bones were twisted and dislocated by the handcuffs. I'm going to the hospital for a shot at 120..."
"Don't touch porcelain." Yan Xiu said coldly, "Jiang Ting has already boasted in front of me, saying that it only took less than 0.5 seconds for you to get rid of the handcuffs when facing a shark, and it was made of stainless steel."
Wu Yu returned to normal in an instant, and continued to squeak his pickles: "Oh, I just realized the psychological trauma of being kidnapped." 999 novel first published www.999xs.com m.999xs.com
"—I didn't kidnap him!" The bedroom door of the suite was closed tightly, and Ms. Zeng Cuicui's grievance complaint came vaguely from inside: "I just brought him from Bu Chonghua's house to the garage downstairs, before it was too late. Thinking about what to do, he just got into the trunk, super active, and couldn't stop him..."
"I have self-cultivation as a meat ticket!" Wu Yu emphasized in Yan Xi's suspicious eyes.
Jiang Ting's comfort came from behind the door, every word was extremely patient and reliable: "It doesn't matter aunt, I will explain it to you and you will understand. Like Bu Zhili, who lack self-identity awareness in the growth process It’s easy for a person to explode in adulthood because of a serious sense of absence, and to go to extremes in order to find his personality positioning-you see that he plays the role of a black policeman in front of the international drug lord so well, this actually metaphors his inner world for the darkening and Violent pursuit...well, don’t worry about it. Obviously, his needs were met by handcuffing Police Officer Little Wu to the head of the bed. Just like your uncle went fishing when you’re stressed, you like to buy bags when you’re stressed. When Yan Xiu was under stress, he took a shower and sang Huangmei Opera. Even though the cold kiln was broken to avoid wind and rain, the husband and wife both returned home..."
Mother Yan: "What, blackening?! So our family Bu Chonghua handcuffed Officer Wu, so he doesn't have to blacken himself, does that mean?!"
Jiang Ting: "You can understand it that way."
"Then what if Officer Wu disagrees?!"
"Relax." Jiang Ting said calmly, "Officer Wu has a lofty mind, sacrificed his life to save others, sacrificed his ego to appease potentially dangerous elements, and made outstanding contributions to stabilizing the social situation. Don't thank him, this is what he should do. "
"..." Mother Yan struggled for a long while in touch and confusion, and finally couldn't help asking: "Stop, you know so much, do you have any theoretical basis in reality?"
"Yes, the French writer Thad used to talk about it in his work. We have contacted with the case before." Jiang Ting said calmly, "but you don't need to study it. It's best not to give in to the detachment to see it. I'm afraid to open him. New ideas...well, now I’m going to send Officer Wu home, lest he call the hotel to bring up the third pickled vegetables."
Jiang Ting pushed the door and walked out. In the next moment, Wu Yu put down his chopsticks, put down the phone and sat upright in one go. Yan Xi tacitly blocked him from stepping on cigarette butts, both of them had very upright expressions.
"Sooner or later, you two will want to copy the criminal code," Jiang Ting commented.
The four went out of the hotel together. Jiang Ting took the car key and Yan Xiu held the duvet from Bu Chonghua's house. The two went out of the garage to get the car together. Wu Yu and Yan Mu stood on the noisy sidewalk in front of the hotel's gate. They looked at each other and swallowed each other.
What Wu Yu thinks is: Will she give me a hundred million yuan to let me leave her nephew, if she makes a check, should I refuse? If she refuses, can I ask Bu Chonghua to reimburse the loss?
What Yan's mother thought was: Is it true that what I said is true? What if Officer Wu insists on leaving Bu Chonghua? My only nephew will be personally distorted due to the lack of emotion in the growth process and eventually go to the extreme of blackening?
Wu Yu & Yan Mu: "That—"
The two stopped at the same time.
Wu Yu cautiously: "You, you speak first."
Mother Yan coughed, her eyes wandering: "Xiao, Little Wu, what do you do at home?"
--coming! "You, a child from a poor family, are not worthy of our family's Jinzhiyuye young master who gave you a hundred million yuan, hurry up and leave him and take the money and leave immediately!"
"I don't do anything at home," Wu Yu said with a calm face, "I used to grow poppies in Myanmar."
Yan mother: "..."
"It's not voluntary, mainly because we have more armed drug dealers over there, and they often fight government forces."
Mother Yan: "………………"
Mother Yan took a deep breath, and said in her heart, steady, steady, I am an old lady who has seen the world, and I must never show my shyness in front of the head reapers in the dark world: "Then, besides work, do you have any hobbies in your spare time? ?"
Wu Yu said concisely: "Make money."
Making money is good, making money is great, Ms. Zeng Cuicui loves making money herself! So Yan's mother raised a glimmer of hope: "Did you start your own business after work? Or do you have other ways? It is true that our family has some experience in business, if you need any investment or introduction, we can..."
"Oh, that's not necessary." Wu Yu said, "I used to play|black boxing in underground casinos. Actually not many people in North China can beat me, and the income is okay."
Yan mother: "..."
"But then the boxing field was banned by Bu Chonghua, and the boss still owed me 200,000 yuan in bet."
Mother Yan: "………………"
Yan Mu put her hand into her bag in a daze, and grabbed her mobile phone. She felt that she needed to call Xingpai immediately to learn more about what the French writer named Thad was talking about, otherwise she would not understand the complicated love in front of her.
——But at this moment, there were several sharp horns on the street, followed by exclamations from far away. Mother Yan hadn't reacted yet, and saw a motorcycle suddenly rushed out of the street corner, swiftly passing by——
The man in the back seat snatched her bag and fled in the blink of an eye. He was a robber!
Mother Yan's brain was blank, her screaming stuck in her throat, she felt that Wu Yu's shoulder was pressed hard, and she asked two words concisely:
"Is it expensive?"
Within a thousandth of a second, Mother Yan suddenly caught a glimpse of a cold flash in the hands of the robbers in the distance, and the roar that hadn't been spoken suddenly changed to: "Not expensive! Little Wu, don't you—"
However, it was too late.
Wu Yu got her expression and walked out in a flash. Mother Yan only felt the afterimages in front of her eyes, and saw that he had jumped onto the top of a taxi passing by, and flew away amidst the exclamation of the streets!
Mother Yan pulled her legs out and ran wildly: "Little Wu, come back! He has a knife! He has a knife!!"
The horns blared at the corner of the street, and the taxi driver who was caught on the roof yelled frantically while stepping on the brakes. The next moment, Wu Yu leaped toward the motorcycle like an arrow from the string, and the inertia, weight, and centrifugal force seemed to have failed on him at the same time.
The motorcycle backseat robber turned his head: "Wha—"
The roar solidified with time, and for an instant, only Wu Yu's expressionless face was reflected in his horrified pupils.
"Run! Run!" The robber slammed the driver's back, but it was too late. Wu Yu arrived in the air, grabbing the robber's throat with one hand, and using the terrible gravity to knock him to the ground alive, the two simultaneously rolled out several meters smoothly.
Immediately afterwards, the entire motorcycle was overturned by Juli, and it spun wildly in the heart-piercing screams of the drivers, and banged its head against a tree!
"You, don't come over, don't come over!..." The robber slammed his head full of blood, and lay on the ground brandishing a spring|knife in vain. Before he danced twice, he was snatched away by Wu Yu. Following the trend, "Kara!" A crisp sound of the wrist bone dislocated, and the threat of bluffing suddenly turned into a scream.
Wu Yu didn't look at him again, got up and raised his hand with a cold light, and the spring|knife flew out in a whirl, only to hear a sound-win!
The tip of the knife fell heavily into the trunk of a tree two or three meters away, and the rider who was about to sneak away frightened his legs on the spot and sat on the ground with a bloody butt.
Wu Yu picked up the stolen Hermes crocodile leather bag and stood up casually and patted it ashes.
"Mom, what's going on?" "Snatcher? Snatcher?" "Who is it, what a fuck!"...
——It has only been a minute after being engaged in posting, and most of the people in the street have reacted, and in amazement, they took out their mobile phones to take pictures, video and alarm.
"Little Wu? What about the Little Wu people?!" Ms. Zeng Cuicui rushed with her head disheveled and squeezed into the crowd: "Who saw our Little Wu?!"
Wu Yu kicked his chest and kicked the crying robber back to the ground. Seeing that he couldn't get up at all, he turned around to pass the bag over: "Ms. Zeng, yours—"
With a crisp sound, Yan mother patted the Hermes bag, grabbed Wu Yu up and down and looked around, and asked in shock, "Are you okay?! Did you fall?!"
Wu Yu: "..."
Mother Yan's face instantly paled: "What's the matter? Are you injured? Where?!"
"...No, I didn't fall." Wu Yu touched his nose uncomfortably, his face flushed a little imperceptibly: "You check whether there is anything in your bag."
Mother Yan breathed a sigh of relief, flipped through her wallet and the phone was still there. She couldn't help nagging, "You child is too impulsive. These things are not as valuable as people. You said if you hit wherever you hurt. Where do I go? The gangster still has a murder weapon in his hand, how dare you rush up like this, you are too worried about doing so..."
"Um." Wu Yu stared down at his toes, and said in a low voice, "Don't dare next time."
Yan mother: "..."
Wu Yu: "..."
Yan's mother looked at Wu Yu's red ears, and for a moment she forgot what she was going to say, and the atmosphere suddenly became very strange.
A sirens came from a distance, a patrolman rushing here.
Wu Yu finally plucked up the courage to raise his head, and met Yan Mu's hesitant gaze. The two said at the same time, "That--"
".................."
Mother Yan was embarrassed: "Little Wu, you say, you say first."
Wu Yu swallowed cautiously, did not even look at the flying kick, kicked the robber who was about to struggle with blood from his mouth and nose; then he took a deep breath, he had never taken the initiative to show his goodness to others in his life. His heart beats like a drum:
"While...While Bu Chonghua hasn't come yet, would you like to go to the supermarket over there with me to check the spicy strips."
Fifteen minutes later, Yan Xi, Jiang Ting and Bu Chonghua, who had dealt with the police, finally hurried to the side of the street park. They saw Ms. Zeng Cuicui and Wu Yu sitting on both sides of the bench. The atmosphere was Harmony like never before.
Both of them had very peaceful expressions, because they had half of the horseradish in their mouths.
Bu Chonghua pulled Wu Yu up and down to check: "Are you okay? Where did you fall? Why don't you call Cai Lin to monitor the traffic control office? Why don't you call the special police team to arrest people? The other party has a murder weapon in his hands. Do you know? Turn to show me! Don't hide!"
Wu Yu chuckled the spicy strips into his mouth, and dodged hard: "It's okay, it really didn't hurt. Oh, you let me go..."
Bu Chonghua looked at Wu Yu's shoulders, neck, hands and feet, and even ten fingers, like checking the cat cub he had lost. It was not easy until he confirmed that the other party was not injured anywhere. He breathed a sigh of relief consciously, and then took away half of the spicy strips he had bulged in his back, frowning and whispering, "You have taken too much salt today! Give this to me and eat it tomorrow!"
Wu Yu: "?!"
Wu Yu's hair exploded, and for a moment he looked like he was about to revolt-but before Ms. Zeng Cuicui had time to cheer, the next moment the rebel army faced the ruthless, condescending, and deterrent ruling class. Amber eyes.
Wu Yu: "………………"
Three seconds later, the people's uprising was completely suppressed. Wu Yu shrank his neck while mourning his misfortune and indisputable gaze: "No... if you don't eat it, you don't eat it, why are you so fierce."
Behind Bu Chonghua, Ms. Zeng Cuicui took out the shiny silver handcuffs from Hermes, stared for a long time, and infected:
"——The shackles of hegemonism, not only on the hands of the working people, but also on the hearts of the working people!"
"I was terribly scared at the time." An hour later, on the sofa of the suite of the Jinhai Hotel, Ms. Zeng Cuicui tremblingly asked while holding Jiang Ting's hand: "You said that if Officer Wu was angry, she would violently violently , Within five steps, the blood ran into a river. I twisted Bu Chonghua’s head in front of me and threw it down to the 20th floor. Does that count as a high-altitude parabolic? If I resist, can I be considered self-defense? "
Yan Xiu: "..."
Jiang Ting: "..."
Yan Xi turned his head and lowered his voice and asked, "I have every reason to suspect that the kid surnamed Lin is uneasy and kind, do you think he has instilled cult thoughts on my mother along the way?"
Jiang Ting whispered: "I don't know, but Lin Kang has always been a little mad. I warned you already."
"?" Ms. Zeng Cuicui poked her head out suspiciously: "What does Kushiri Kushiki mean?"
Yan Xiu said: "Oh, it's okay. Professor Jiang's derogatory adjectives for people are only. Under normal circumstances, those who are issued a red wanted order by the Interpol or have more than 30 serial murders can get these four-character honors."
Ms. Zeng Cuicui has an expression of learning new knowledge.
"In short, no matter what Lin Kang tells you, it is false. Don't worry." Yan Xi said seriously: "Although I am also very curious why police officer Little Wu didn't turn on the lighter when he was confiscated for the first time. Bu Chonghua’s head was twisted off, his hands were chopped off, and his ashes rushed into the sewer, but based on observation for such a long time...Wu Yu is actually a very gentle, reasonable, and not hostile person. Just give him enough cigarettes and Snacks, he generally refuses violence."
Zeng Cui was anxious: "Is that right, make sure that cigarettes work?"
Yan Xiu solemnly: "It works!"
"Are you sure he won't avenge blood and hatred, tie up your cousin and hang it with a salt water whip two hundred times?"
Yan Xiu had a little frustration, and glanced at Jiang Ting. Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Yes!" Yan Xiu immediately said firmly, "They love each other sincerely, so you can fulfill them!"
Ms. Zeng Cuicui finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had put down a boulder in her heart, and rubbed the corner of her eyes with her small handkerchief.
"Oh, since you said that, I'm relieved." She said weakly, "Then let's release Officer Little Wu quickly."
Yan Xiu: "Okay, let's go...wait what do you say?!"
Five minutes later, in the hotel's underground parking garage, Yan Xiu opened the G65 back door that Zeng Cui had just opened, calling—
In the spacious trunk, Wu Yu sat as peaceful as an old monk. He wore a pair of loose pajamas all over his body. His upper body was wrapped in the duvet on Bu Chonghua's bed, and a cigarette was dangling from his mouth.
He put his elbows on his bent knees, and his hands were handcuffed in front of him along with the iron bars on the side of the bed that were half removed. The silver chains of the handcuffs reflected a faint light.
Yan Xiu: "………………"
Jiang Ting: "………………"
"Your mother locked Bu Chonghua on the balcony, and then removed half of the headboard with her bare hands, telling me not to talk to her and go with her." Wu Yu sighed for a long time, and said in the vicissitudes of the smoke ring: "I was so scared at the time. Up."
"Your wife is in my hands, take the money if you want someone!" Yan Xiu paced back and forth in the hotel room while shouting at the phone: "One hundred million! Add two boxes of spicy noodles! Two boxes of mustard! Hot pot!!!"
Wu Yu made gestures with both hands on the side, and Yan Xi knew: "There are two more Fuchun Mountain smokes-wait, you can also replace them with ten soft Chinese, don't forget the lighter!!"
"...Yan Xi," Bu Chonghua's helpless voice came from across the phone, and said, "Wu Yu will fail the next taste test and I will send the photo of the internet celebrity you liked in high school to Team Jiang. Are you sure you want to force me to do this?"
"!!!"
Yan Xi immediately hung up the phone, his face changed color, and he hurriedly returned his cell phone to Wu Yu: "That's where you can help you, and you can do the rest by yourself."
Wu Yu hated iron but not steel.
The hostage Wu Yu, who was handcuffed in the trunk, finally washed his face, brushed his teeth, changed into a shirt and jeans supported by Jiang Ting’s friendship, sat in front of the coffee table outside the hotel suite, and ate half a bowl of glutinous rice. Congee with pickles. Yan Xi looked at his posture of the wind and cloud gnawing pickles and was a little worried, and lowered his voice to warn: "You stay a little longer, and don't blame Brother for not saving you when you will be punished by Jiang to copy the Criminal Code."
Wu Yu's chopsticks froze in midair, and then he slapped his right wrist and arched his face in pain: "Ah my hand, my bones were twisted and dislocated by the handcuffs. I'm going to the hospital for a shot at 120..."
"Don't touch porcelain." Yan Xiu said coldly, "Jiang Ting has already boasted in front of me, saying that it only took less than 0.5 seconds for you to get rid of the handcuffs when facing a shark, and it was made of stainless steel."
Wu Yu returned to normal in an instant, and continued to squeak his pickles: "Oh, I just realized the psychological trauma of being kidnapped." 999 novel first published www.999xs.com m.999xs.com
"—I didn't kidnap him!" The bedroom door of the suite was closed tightly, and Ms. Zeng Cuicui's grievance complaint came vaguely from inside: "I just brought him from Bu Chonghua's house to the garage downstairs, before it was too late. Thinking about what to do, he just got into the trunk, super active, and couldn't stop him..."
"I have self-cultivation as a meat ticket!" Wu Yu emphasized in Yan Xi's suspicious eyes.
Jiang Ting's comfort came from behind the door, every word was extremely patient and reliable: "It doesn't matter aunt, I will explain it to you and you will understand. Like Bu Zhili, who lack self-identity awareness in the growth process It’s easy for a person to explode in adulthood because of a serious sense of absence, and to go to extremes in order to find his personality positioning-you see that he plays the role of a black policeman in front of the international drug lord so well, this actually metaphors his inner world for the darkening and Violent pursuit...well, don’t worry about it. Obviously, his needs were met by handcuffing Police Officer Little Wu to the head of the bed. Just like your uncle went fishing when you’re stressed, you like to buy bags when you’re stressed. When Yan Xiu was under stress, he took a shower and sang Huangmei Opera. Even though the cold kiln was broken to avoid wind and rain, the husband and wife both returned home..."
Mother Yan: "What, blackening?! So our family Bu Chonghua handcuffed Officer Wu, so he doesn't have to blacken himself, does that mean?!"
Jiang Ting: "You can understand it that way."
"Then what if Officer Wu disagrees?!"
"Relax." Jiang Ting said calmly, "Officer Wu has a lofty mind, sacrificed his life to save others, sacrificed his ego to appease potentially dangerous elements, and made outstanding contributions to stabilizing the social situation. Don't thank him, this is what he should do. "
"..." Mother Yan struggled for a long while in touch and confusion, and finally couldn't help asking: "Stop, you know so much, do you have any theoretical basis in reality?"
"Yes, the French writer Thad used to talk about it in his work. We have contacted with the case before." Jiang Ting said calmly, "but you don't need to study it. It's best not to give in to the detachment to see it. I'm afraid to open him. New ideas...well, now I’m going to send Officer Wu home, lest he call the hotel to bring up the third pickled vegetables."
Jiang Ting pushed the door and walked out. In the next moment, Wu Yu put down his chopsticks, put down the phone and sat upright in one go. Yan Xi tacitly blocked him from stepping on cigarette butts, both of them had very upright expressions.
"Sooner or later, you two will want to copy the criminal code," Jiang Ting commented.
The four went out of the hotel together. Jiang Ting took the car key and Yan Xiu held the duvet from Bu Chonghua's house. The two went out of the garage to get the car together. Wu Yu and Yan Mu stood on the noisy sidewalk in front of the hotel's gate. They looked at each other and swallowed each other.
What Wu Yu thinks is: Will she give me a hundred million yuan to let me leave her nephew, if she makes a check, should I refuse? If she refuses, can I ask Bu Chonghua to reimburse the loss?
What Yan's mother thought was: Is it true that what I said is true? What if Officer Wu insists on leaving Bu Chonghua? My only nephew will be personally distorted due to the lack of emotion in the growth process and eventually go to the extreme of blackening?
Wu Yu & Yan Mu: "That—"
The two stopped at the same time.
Wu Yu cautiously: "You, you speak first."
Mother Yan coughed, her eyes wandering: "Xiao, Little Wu, what do you do at home?"
--coming! "You, a child from a poor family, are not worthy of our family's Jinzhiyuye young master who gave you a hundred million yuan, hurry up and leave him and take the money and leave immediately!"
"I don't do anything at home," Wu Yu said with a calm face, "I used to grow poppies in Myanmar."
Yan mother: "..."
"It's not voluntary, mainly because we have more armed drug dealers over there, and they often fight government forces."
Mother Yan: "………………"
Mother Yan took a deep breath, and said in her heart, steady, steady, I am an old lady who has seen the world, and I must never show my shyness in front of the head reapers in the dark world: "Then, besides work, do you have any hobbies in your spare time? ?"
Wu Yu said concisely: "Make money."
Making money is good, making money is great, Ms. Zeng Cuicui loves making money herself! So Yan's mother raised a glimmer of hope: "Did you start your own business after work? Or do you have other ways? It is true that our family has some experience in business, if you need any investment or introduction, we can..."
"Oh, that's not necessary." Wu Yu said, "I used to play|black boxing in underground casinos. Actually not many people in North China can beat me, and the income is okay."
Yan mother: "..."
"But then the boxing field was banned by Bu Chonghua, and the boss still owed me 200,000 yuan in bet."
Mother Yan: "………………"
Yan Mu put her hand into her bag in a daze, and grabbed her mobile phone. She felt that she needed to call Xingpai immediately to learn more about what the French writer named Thad was talking about, otherwise she would not understand the complicated love in front of her.
——But at this moment, there were several sharp horns on the street, followed by exclamations from far away. Mother Yan hadn't reacted yet, and saw a motorcycle suddenly rushed out of the street corner, swiftly passing by——
The man in the back seat snatched her bag and fled in the blink of an eye. He was a robber!
Mother Yan's brain was blank, her screaming stuck in her throat, she felt that Wu Yu's shoulder was pressed hard, and she asked two words concisely:
"Is it expensive?"
Within a thousandth of a second, Mother Yan suddenly caught a glimpse of a cold flash in the hands of the robbers in the distance, and the roar that hadn't been spoken suddenly changed to: "Not expensive! Little Wu, don't you—"
However, it was too late.
Wu Yu got her expression and walked out in a flash. Mother Yan only felt the afterimages in front of her eyes, and saw that he had jumped onto the top of a taxi passing by, and flew away amidst the exclamation of the streets!
Mother Yan pulled her legs out and ran wildly: "Little Wu, come back! He has a knife! He has a knife!!"
The horns blared at the corner of the street, and the taxi driver who was caught on the roof yelled frantically while stepping on the brakes. The next moment, Wu Yu leaped toward the motorcycle like an arrow from the string, and the inertia, weight, and centrifugal force seemed to have failed on him at the same time.
The motorcycle backseat robber turned his head: "Wha—"
The roar solidified with time, and for an instant, only Wu Yu's expressionless face was reflected in his horrified pupils.
"Run! Run!" The robber slammed the driver's back, but it was too late. Wu Yu arrived in the air, grabbing the robber's throat with one hand, and using the terrible gravity to knock him to the ground alive, the two simultaneously rolled out several meters smoothly.
Immediately afterwards, the entire motorcycle was overturned by Juli, and it spun wildly in the heart-piercing screams of the drivers, and banged its head against a tree!
"You, don't come over, don't come over!..." The robber slammed his head full of blood, and lay on the ground brandishing a spring|knife in vain. Before he danced twice, he was snatched away by Wu Yu. Following the trend, "Kara!" A crisp sound of the wrist bone dislocated, and the threat of bluffing suddenly turned into a scream.
Wu Yu didn't look at him again, got up and raised his hand with a cold light, and the spring|knife flew out in a whirl, only to hear a sound-win!
The tip of the knife fell heavily into the trunk of a tree two or three meters away, and the rider who was about to sneak away frightened his legs on the spot and sat on the ground with a bloody butt.
Wu Yu picked up the stolen Hermes crocodile leather bag and stood up casually and patted it ashes.
"Mom, what's going on?" "Snatcher? Snatcher?" "Who is it, what a fuck!"...
——It has only been a minute after being engaged in posting, and most of the people in the street have reacted, and in amazement, they took out their mobile phones to take pictures, video and alarm.
"Little Wu? What about the Little Wu people?!" Ms. Zeng Cuicui rushed with her head disheveled and squeezed into the crowd: "Who saw our Little Wu?!"
Wu Yu kicked his chest and kicked the crying robber back to the ground. Seeing that he couldn't get up at all, he turned around to pass the bag over: "Ms. Zeng, yours—"
With a crisp sound, Yan mother patted the Hermes bag, grabbed Wu Yu up and down and looked around, and asked in shock, "Are you okay?! Did you fall?!"
Wu Yu: "..."
Mother Yan's face instantly paled: "What's the matter? Are you injured? Where?!"
"...No, I didn't fall." Wu Yu touched his nose uncomfortably, his face flushed a little imperceptibly: "You check whether there is anything in your bag."
Mother Yan breathed a sigh of relief, flipped through her wallet and the phone was still there. She couldn't help nagging, "You child is too impulsive. These things are not as valuable as people. You said if you hit wherever you hurt. Where do I go? The gangster still has a murder weapon in his hand, how dare you rush up like this, you are too worried about doing so..."
"Um." Wu Yu stared down at his toes, and said in a low voice, "Don't dare next time."
Yan mother: "..."
Wu Yu: "..."
Yan's mother looked at Wu Yu's red ears, and for a moment she forgot what she was going to say, and the atmosphere suddenly became very strange.
A sirens came from a distance, a patrolman rushing here.
Wu Yu finally plucked up the courage to raise his head, and met Yan Mu's hesitant gaze. The two said at the same time, "That--"
".................."
Mother Yan was embarrassed: "Little Wu, you say, you say first."
Wu Yu swallowed cautiously, did not even look at the flying kick, kicked the robber who was about to struggle with blood from his mouth and nose; then he took a deep breath, he had never taken the initiative to show his goodness to others in his life. His heart beats like a drum:
"While...While Bu Chonghua hasn't come yet, would you like to go to the supermarket over there with me to check the spicy strips."
Fifteen minutes later, Yan Xi, Jiang Ting and Bu Chonghua, who had dealt with the police, finally hurried to the side of the street park. They saw Ms. Zeng Cuicui and Wu Yu sitting on both sides of the bench. The atmosphere was Harmony like never before.
Both of them had very peaceful expressions, because they had half of the horseradish in their mouths.
Bu Chonghua pulled Wu Yu up and down to check: "Are you okay? Where did you fall? Why don't you call Cai Lin to monitor the traffic control office? Why don't you call the special police team to arrest people? The other party has a murder weapon in his hands. Do you know? Turn to show me! Don't hide!"
Wu Yu chuckled the spicy strips into his mouth, and dodged hard: "It's okay, it really didn't hurt. Oh, you let me go..."
Bu Chonghua looked at Wu Yu's shoulders, neck, hands and feet, and even ten fingers, like checking the cat cub he had lost. It was not easy until he confirmed that the other party was not injured anywhere. He breathed a sigh of relief consciously, and then took away half of the spicy strips he had bulged in his back, frowning and whispering, "You have taken too much salt today! Give this to me and eat it tomorrow!"
Wu Yu: "?!"
Wu Yu's hair exploded, and for a moment he looked like he was about to revolt-but before Ms. Zeng Cuicui had time to cheer, the next moment the rebel army faced the ruthless, condescending, and deterrent ruling class. Amber eyes.
Wu Yu: "………………"
Three seconds later, the people's uprising was completely suppressed. Wu Yu shrank his neck while mourning his misfortune and indisputable gaze: "No... if you don't eat it, you don't eat it, why are you so fierce."
Behind Bu Chonghua, Ms. Zeng Cuicui took out the shiny silver handcuffs from Hermes, stared for a long time, and infected:
"——The shackles of hegemonism, not only on the hands of the working people, but also on the hearts of the working people!"
