Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 199: I'm an assassin, I have professional ethics.

The moment Gabriel pulled the trigger, a bullet spun and roared out of the chamber, hurtling towards Old Mo's forehead.

If nothing unexpected happens, Old Mo is definitely going to die.

However, since Old Mo is the biggest villain, how could he die so easily?

Almost simultaneously, Lao Mo also sensed danger, and in that instant, the surrounding space distorted.

Anyone who is frequently sniped knows that bullets are extremely unstable when they are fired; even a slight breeze can cause them to deviate.

Immediately afterwards, Gabriel's bullet went slightly off course, shattered the windshield with a clang, and entered the carriage.

Right between Lao Mo and Xu Damao, there was a loud bang as it hit the back of the back seat.

Xu Damao was startled, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly.

"You bastard, I'll fuck your mother."

Old Mo slammed on the brakes immediately, then used both his hands and feet to stop the car. He jumped out and dashed off in the direction the bullets had come from.

Xu Damao was so frightened that he was stunned. After a long while, he hurriedly opened the car door and hid behind the car.

As for Gabriel, even the Gabriels were dumbfounded.

How could his shot, which he was so sure of hitting, have missed? And by such a large margin that it almost killed the person in the passenger seat.

Missing his first shot, Gabriel immediately abandoned his prized sniper rifle, turned around, drew his pistol, and ran downstairs.

As top assassins, if they miss their first strike, they immediately run away and look for another opportunity. This is their way of survival.

However, what he didn't know was that he had encountered someone who was cheating.

When he missed his first shot, it was clear that he was doomed.

Old Mo's divine sense had already locked onto him firmly.

After entering and exiting the space twice, Old Mo was less than thirty meters away from Gabriel.

If Lao Mo brings people into the space together, it consumes a lot of mental energy. However, he doesn't consume much mental energy when he's alone, so he can enter and exit many times.

Just as Gabriel had moved a few dozen meters away from the villa, thinking he could escape,

Suddenly, with a loud thud, he was kicked in the back and fell forward.

Gabriel rolled over and raised his hand to fire. Only then did he realize with horror that the gun was gone.

He looked closely and saw that there was already a person standing in front of him.

This person was his target, Old Mo.

What horrified him even more was that the familiar pistol was already in someone else's hands, and the muzzle was pointed at him.

"what?"

Gabriel's mouth dropped open.

"What...how is this possible? How did you catch up so quickly?"

Gabriel felt terrible. To paraphrase Uncle Benshan, he felt utterly disheartened.

This guy can even speak a little Cantonese. It seems he comes to Hong Kong often!

Old Mo stared at him coldly.

"Tell me, who sent you?"

Gabriel gave a wry smile and said, "I'm sorry, I'm an assassin, I have professional ethics. I can't reveal my employer's information."

"Very good. It seems you have a strong work ethic. Let me tell you something: I'm an assassin too. I've killed hundreds of people. I wonder how long you can last against me."

Old Mo looked at the foreigner and smiled coldly.

The gun in his hand suddenly transformed into a silent pistol with a silencer.

Two soft puffs.

Gabriel now has a bloody hole in both of his thighs.

"Aaaaaah, woohoo woohoo woohoo..."

Gabriel immediately collapsed to the ground, trembling with pain and screaming in agony.

Old Mo walked up to him, grabbed one of his legs, and dragged him away.

Gabriel's screams soon attracted the attention of the villa's security personnel.

In the end, Gabriel was taken to the police station and into the interrogation room of the Fire Kirin.

Gabriel was overjoyed to see the police station!

When he was led into this interrogation room, with Old Mo following behind him, he was completely numb.

"Fire Qilin, hang him up! How dare he interrupt my fun! Today I'll teach this bastard what it means to regret ever being born."

"Yes, Brother Mo."

The Fire Kirin immediately took action and personally hung the foreigner up.

Old Mo, however, sat down to the side and started drinking tea.

"Fire Qilin, cut open the skin of this bastard's shinbone, then slowly scrape the bone with a blade, so he can taste the pain that Guan Yu suffered back then."

"Yes, Brother Mo. I'll do it myself; I'll make sure you're satisfied."

The fire unicorn immediately did as instructed.

Upon hearing this punishment, Gabriel was so terrified he wet himself. Was this feudal society? How could they do such a thing?

"No, no, no, you can't do this to me! I'm French! I'm French! I'm going to sue you! You can't do this!"

Even the fire unicorn laughed.

"You're French, right? I love messing with French people."

The fire unicorn held his legs in place, took a blade and cut open the skin of Gabriel's leg bones, scraping up and down the surface of his bones with the knife.

"Aaaaaah, woohoo woohoo woohoo..."

"Ouch, it hurts so much! Stop! Stop!"

Gabriel screamed in pain, his body drenched in sweat.

"Stop! Stop! I'll talk! I'll talk!"

Upon hearing this, the fire unicorn immediately stopped.

Old Mo said unhappily, "Fire Qilin, who told you to stop? Are you listening to me or him? Continue..."

"oh."

The fire-breathing Qilin broke out in a cold sweat and immediately continued.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Gabriel immediately felt like he had fallen into hell again.

"I told you, stop! I told you..."

This time, however, the Fire Qilin wasn't fooled and continued to scrape.

"Aaaaaah, woohoo woohoo woohoo..."

"It's Bernick, Bernick sent me! Stop it! Stop it... Aaaaaaahh ...

Old Mo reached out his hand, and the fire unicorn stopped.

Gabriel was in so much pain that his mother didn't recognize him; he was covered in cold sweat, as if he had been drenched in rain.

Old Mo walked up to him, looked at him coldly, and asked, "Tell me, who is Bernick? If you can't answer that, you're finished today."

"I know, I know. Bernick is a joint venture partner of the Auman Pujin Casino, and also its second-largest shareholder. He gave me a million to kill you. I've told you everything, so please stop torturing me."

Old Mo coldly replied, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. I don't even know this Bernick. How could he possibly send someone to kill me, and even offer a million? So you're lying to me, aren't you?"

"No, no, I'm telling the truth. Believe me, if no one gave me money, and I have no grudge against you, why would I kill you?"