Marvel World Mixed Life

Facing a silver compact ladies self-defense pistol. Li Mo obediently raised his hands.

"Relax, relax, I'm really not a bad person."

A single mother raising a pair of children independently, in the chaotic city of New York, she will become a she-wolf protecting her cubs.

Of course Li Mo is not afraid of this toy-like thing, but he doesn't want to show his ability.

Because in that case,

Not being a bad guy is like being a bad guy.

Fortunately, after Leo's explanation, plus Li Mo's kind Chinese face, the mother finally believed in Li Mo.

"I'm really sorry, but please understand the worries of a single mother. Let me introduce, my name is Sarah." The woman was a little embarrassed, and put the gun in her handbag.

"It's okay, my name is Li Mo, and I'm the owner of a Chinese handicraft store." Li Mo smiled, and couldn't help but said, "Leo is really a very sensible little girl."

"Yes!" Sarah hugged her daughter with a happy face, kissed her forehead and said, "Sweetheart, mom is really happy!"

Seeing the warm scene in front of him, Li Mo felt warm in his heart. But the matter was done, and he decided to leave, "Ms. Sarah, I think I should leave. Leo, this is your money back."

Li Mo put down the 30 dollars and was about to leave, but Sarah stopped him after asking the reason. She looked at Li Mo and shook her head with a smile.

She would not believe Li Mo's nonsense, but she felt Li Mo's kindness, and she insisted on paying but was firmly stopped by Li Mo.

"Why don't you stay and taste Leo's cake before leaving?" Sarah said hesitantly.

"No, it's not suitable." Li Mo quickly refused. Just as he was about to leave, a young man opened the door and walked in.

Dressed as a high school student, brown-black hair, handsome but full of rebellion and gloom.

"F**k! Who are you?" The young man's eyes were full of vigilance.

"Zack! What did you say? Apologize to Mr. Li." Before Li Mo could speak, Sarah scolded loudly.

After figuring out the situation, the young man looked impatient and disdainful, "Please leave here if you have nothing to do, don't you also want to play tricks on my mother?"

Hey, what does this son of a bitch talk like? Li Mo was a little angry.

Though Sarah is a blonde,

Although her facial features are delicate,

Sexy figure...

The sound is charming...

wife…

Wait, that's not the point! What is that look in your eyes? Look... no, how did you talk to your mother? So rude.

Li Mo prepared to leave with a dark face, but a violent quarrel broke out behind him.

"Zach, the principal called me today. You bullied a classmate named Peter Parker?"

"none of your business!"

"You have to give me an explanation!"

"..."

Little Leo's cries followed.

Li Mo was a little angry, what the hell! Turning around, he roared: "I said what's the matter with you? Can't we talk about the conflict another day? Didn't you see how much effort Little Leo put in for this birthday party? She is the youngest member of your family, you should Ashamed!"

After finishing speaking, Li Mo, who was holding back his stomach, turned and left.

...

It was getting darker.

The rain gradually became heavier, with the rustling sound constantly falling on the window glass, the wiper swayed in vain, and the vision was blurred and clear for a while.

The number of pedestrians on the street is gradually decreasing, and this bustling city seems to be somewhat empty. The song "Sounds of silence" playing on the car stereo seems to be very appropriate at this moment.

Li Mo felt deeply lonely.

He suddenly thought of his parents, his ex-wife.

Why do people always show tolerance to outsiders, but always treat their relatives harshly?

Li Mo lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the soreness in his eyes, but his vision became blurred...

Blue wild horses drive slowly on the streets of New York. When passing the small church in Hell's Kitchen, Li Mo suddenly stopped the car and stared at the cross in the rain on the top of the church.

After a while, he got out of the car and walked into the chapel. Father Langton, who had presided over the funeral of Lucas Jr.'s mother, was sorting out a stack of brochures.

Seeing Li Mo walking in suddenly, Father Langton was taken aback, and then said with a smile: "Mr. Li, what can you do?"

"No...it's okay, I just came in to avoid the rain."

"Mr. Li, I feel like you have something on your mind. Do you need to talk to me? God will listen to your heart."

"Well...it's okay, I just want to come in for a refill of boiling water. Also, can I smoke here?"

"..."

"Father Langton, what is the most ridiculous thing about listening to the confessions of so many people every day?"

"I can't reveal the privacy of any believer!"

"Then I don't worry... No, I mean, how about I say something too?"

"Lord, you will hear."

"Where do I start? Let me start with my elementary school days. Let me tell you, at that time..."

half an hour passed...

One hour…

Three hours…

The rain gradually stopped, and the sky was already dark.

Li Mo walked out of the church in a happy mood. Some people said that the tree hole is the best listener, but how can there be an understanding priest?

Li Mo decided to come around when he was in a bad mood in the future, just to save money for seeing a psychiatrist.

in the church,

Father Langton slumped in his chair,

I kept wiping the sweat from my brow with a handkerchief,

He suddenly felt,

Exhausted……

When Li Mo came back to the store humming a little tune, little Lucas was watching TV and George had already returned home.

"Little Lucas."

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"Quickly shut down your broken online store."

"Why?"

"What TM why, what is our purpose?"

"Less gossip, safety first."

"That's it! Close it for me soon."

…………

Abandoned docklands.

It had just rained, and there were puddles of water everywhere on the pitted concrete floor. Under the dim street lamps, rusty containers tell of the prosperity of the past.

A large white trailer came slowly, followed by a second-hand GM car. The sound of tires rolling over the road was particularly clear in this silent night.

The two cars stopped by the pier, and six people got out of the car. After looking around, they lit cigarettes and smoked each other.

The leader was a Mexican man with a bumpy face and a big black beard. After smoking for a while, he took out his phone and checked the time.

"Several of you, go and see how many people died?" the Mexican said to his opponent with a strange accent.

The Mexican's name is Paquis. He was about to lose his job and suddenly got a job transporting trafficked people.

This job was originally entrusted to a black man named Barrett, but that guy somehow went crazy and started his own business, so the good job fell to Paquis.

After hearing this, several men walked over and opened the container behind the trailer. They had already carried out human trafficking several times through this method.

There were more than 30 women in the container, some of them were young white girls who had been on the missing persons list of the police station, but most of them were illegal immigrants who could not speak the language, and were generally good-looking.

These girls will be sent to Europe, and a group of girls from Eastern Europe will also be sent to work in prostitution and drug trafficking. There is no guarantee for their lives, so Paquis and the others gathered these women and drove them into containers for transportation. Well-sealed containers leave only a small gap for ventilation, and death due to suffocation or weakness is common.

"Boss, three of them died." After counting the number of people, one of his subordinates reported.

"Well, ok, not bad! You guys dispose of the corpse." Paquis was very satisfied, because this was much lower than his expected death toll. Later, as long as these women are sent on board and another group of women are accepted, the money he gets will be enough for him to enjoy himself for a while.

After throwing the corpse into the Hudson River, several of the men exchanged winks, untied their belts and walked towards the women with lewd smiles.

Some girls wept in fear, while others were as numb as corpses. Paquis didn't care either, he had already tasted something new for his good looks, so what's the point of making his subordinates happy?

Just some goods.

He has been cursed many times in his life and will be punished by God, but where is God? Since his family was killed by drug lords when he was young, he never believed in these bullshit anymore.

Suddenly, a short stick flew from the darkness, knocking out one of the men who was closest to the girls.

"who?"

Paquis and the rest of the people were taken aback, and hurriedly took out the guy with a flashlight and looked around vigilantly.

"He's there!" one of his men exclaimed. Everyone else shone their flashlights at the place the man was pointing at.

On a rusty red container, a man in black tights was standing there quietly. With a vigorous figure, clenched fists, and a black cloth covering his head and eyes, under the light of several flashlight beams, he looks like a person walking from the darkness,

demon.

Paquis' pupils shrank, and he yelled, "Shit! Kill him!" At the same time, he pulled the trigger fiercely.

gunshots,

screams,

The sound of fists hitting flesh,

It keeps coming from the abandoned dock.

It quieted down after a while...

…………

Hell's Kitchen.

The residence of the Irish gangsters, a group of small leaders from various divisions are gathering in the reception room on the second floor. Smoking cigars, drinking vodka and arguing with each other.

The recent atmosphere in Hell's Kitchen is a bit wrong. It seems that some kind of terrible storm is brewing under the calm sea. Sensitive minds, they all felt something strange, but they just didn't know where it came from.

Their leader was a bald man in a white suit. He was looking at the messy scene indifferently, with a sinister smile on his lips.

Just as he was about to say something, a muffled gunshot rang out, half of the leader's head disappeared, and blood, bones, and brains sprayed half of the wall.

"Oh shit! There are snipers!"

Everyone panicked, quickly found cover, pulled out their pistols and frantically pulled the trigger against the dark window.

However, the sound of gunfire on the opposite side was not disturbed in the slightest. The little bosses were beaten into rag dolls one by one, and even the other gang members who rushed to help also suffered the same fate.

The gunfire gradually stopped, and there were no living people here. There were mutilated corpses everywhere, and blood covered the entire floor, like purgatory.

Upstairs opposite, a man wearing a black windbreaker and a U.S. army's pot head, with a resolute face, took his sniper rifle away leisurely.

Under the dim light, on the Kevlar armor on the chest, a huge white skull looms...

Hell's Kitchen, it's windy.

Li's handicraft shop.

Li Mo, who was sleeping soundly, wrapped himself in the quilt, slept very sweetly, and gradually began to snore...