C2017 Bet
C2017 Bet
Even though Mo Xu looked down on Pierre, he was, after all, the one who had come to bring him back to the clan. If something were to happen to Pierre, even if he could not complete the mission, he hurriedly cried out in alarm: "Quiet, quiet down!"
Pierre paused for a moment, he glanced at Mo Di, and before they could heave a sigh of relief, Pierre once again bared his fangs and brandished his claws, and rushed forward.
"Bang!" Bang! "Bam!"
The policeman didn't give Pierre any more chances, he just raised his gun and shot.
Yang Bo looked up, and he could clearly see the location of the three bullets, because when each bullet hit his body, the place where he was hit would suddenly jump, and the three bullets would almost all hit his heart!
"Don't shoot, you can't shoot!" Every new member of the clan would receive sufficient attention. Pierre had not fully evolved, but to the family, it was still worth it. He could not let Pierre die just like that!
The police officer quickly finished shooting and breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing Motti's shout, he pointed the gun at him!
Motti was stunned for a moment and did not say anything else. Although he was confident that he could dodge the bullet, but in front of the crowd, it was not good for him to be out of bounds!
Pierre fell to the ground, his hand clutching his chest, but his blood was still flowing out. Very quickly, a large puddle of it had formed!
Yang Bo stared at the blood on the ground, and thought to himself that it was a pity, if he could gather all of this blood, it would probably be enough for him to conduct an experiment!
They did not stay at the scene for long. Yang Bo and his group were escorted into the police car as the siren of an ambulance sounded from behind them!
Motti did not say anything until they got into the police car. He turned around and said to the policemen beside him, "I want to make a phone call."
The officer held onto his gun, he had always been on guard. Upon hearing Mo Te's words, he immediately scolded: "Why are you calling me, let's talk about it when we reach the Police Station!"
Motti stared at the officer and lowered his voice. "Help me make a phone call!"
The policeman was surprised. He took out his walkie-talkie and said, "There is a suspect requesting a phone call here!"
"What?" Tell them to behave themselves! " A scolding voice came over the walkie-talkie.
Although Yang Bo could not understand their conversation, he could understand what they meant by sitting opposite to him.
Reaching the Police Station, not only did Mo Te contact Yang Bo on the phone, he even didn't interrogate him and appeared in front of Yang Bo.
Seemingly in order to take care of Yang Bo who did not understand French, Motti immediately spoke in English, "Aren't you very powerful? Why isn't he fighting now? Do you know how many years the punishment for intentional murder is? "
Yang Bo laughed, and appeared to not care too much, "Pierre shouldn't have any big problems, right?"
"You should know that I'm not talking about him!"
"Oh, you're talking about that Man In Black, right? Your blood sacrifices are truly amazing, but what I didn't expect is that the Man In Black would actually sacrifice himself. It really makes people curious!" Yang Bo said.
Mott laughed, "You won't understand, this is a spiritual belief. This is the great call of our Blood Clan, giving them a spiritual destination!"
Yang Bo did not quite understand the other party's words, but he was clear that they were all lies.
"Who is the person who came to pick you up? Why hasn't he appeared yet? Could it be that we don't intend to meet? " Yang Bo suddenly said.
Morty froze for a moment, then glared at him. "You're worthy of seeing …"
Without waiting for Mo Thi to finish speaking, Yang Bo raised his head and saw that there was indeed an extra person at the door behind Mo Ti. The person was a lot older than him, and had a long beard.
"Mr Yang, you shouldn't have come here!" the man said.
Yang Bo looked at her suspiciously. He was sure that he didn't recognize her.
"I am Louis Gangaro, and my Gangaro Family and Bruch Clan are connected by one another. Ever since you came to Paris, we have received news of your arrival. We just did not expect to meet each other so soon!" The other party said.
Yang Bo stared at the other party. Towards such an explanation, he was not too surprised, since it was only Blood Clan, it was normal for the two great families to have this kind of exchange and exchange of information!
"Mr. Louis, is this how you all intend to treat guests?" Yang Bo lowered his head and indicated the cuffs on his hands.
Louis stared at Yang Bo, "You destroyed Pierre's Coming of Age Ceremony, causing him to be unable to evolve completely, and caused us to suffer a huge loss.
Yang Bo laughed and said shamelessly: "Don't say it like that, I also do not know that this is a ceremony of your Blood Clan. Someone is sending him here as a patient, what can I do? I can only treat him. I never thought that my treatment would cause him to fail to evolve to completion! "
Louis stared at Yang Bo, "No matter what, prison is always a disaster!"
With that, Louis snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Mo Ji stood at the back, staring at Yang Bo, he extended his right index finger and gestured.
Yang Bo laughed, he knew that Mo Ti was reminding him to give a punch, Yang Bo had defeated him with a single punch!
"Motti, hurry up and get the hell out of here. You trash, you can't even complete the mission of connecting to a new disciple, what's the use of keeping you? You still want to provoke him? Do you believe that he can crush you to death with a single finger? Who do you think you are?! " Louis shouted angrily from outside the door.
Motti's face was filled with dissatisfaction, but he had no choice but to quickly turn around and leave.
Yang Bo looked in the direction the two left in and couldn't help but frown. He never expected the other party to let him go, it seemed that his Gangaro Family was enraged and wanted him to go to jail!
Very quickly, Yang Bo was interrogated, and when interrogated, he was even equipped with a special translator.
After a simple inquiry, the officer stared at Yang Bo and asked the translator: "Ask him who killed the corpse upstairs?"
The translator quickly translated the information truthfully.
Yang Bo laughed, and did not answer the question. He stared at the other party and asked: "How is the weather today?"
The policeman frowned and said impatiently, "The weather is good today!"
Yang Bo laughed, "Let's make a bet. If you win, I'll say anything you want!"
"What bet?" the policeman asked warily.
Yang Bo sat on the chair, and the two sides of the chair were blocked by wooden boards, locking him in place. Yang Bo placed both his arms on the horizontal wooden board, and leaned forward, "I bet it will rain today, and it will rain very soon!"
"How is this possible!" Without waiting for the police to reply, the translator replied.
Yang Bo did not speak, but waited for the translator to pass on the words to the policeman, who stared at Yang Bo, "Don't play tricks, I will not make a bet with you!"
"Officer, are your teeth bad? Recently, you've felt sore teeth and your body is prone to fatigue?" Yang Bo suddenly asked.
— — The content is from [Mick Read]