Mom, I was wrong

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Starting today, I will restart the update. 】

The old man of the Mo family shouted to the cloud, "Boys, run over here, come here quickly.

Hey, I mean you two, come here quickly."

Yunduan saw Mr. Mo waving at him, and immediately changed direction and ran towards Mr. Mo.

When the two of them were about half a step away from entering the formation, Old Man Mo kicked them out one by one.

Then he did a backflip and kicked all of them into the formation, and captured William and the five Gu family elites.

Yunduan was gasping for breath after being kicked fifteen meters away.

It wasn't until William came over and helped him up that he came to his senses.

"Brother William, you are finally here. I was almost killed by them. If you had come a little later, I might have died here." Yunduan hugged William and cried loudly.

William patted the clouds and said, "Okay, you guys are all adults now. If you're still crying, what will happen if others see you? By the way, did you see that woman when you came here?"

The cloud moved away from William's shoulder and calmed down. "As soon as I got here, I was surrounded by their people. Fortunately, those people were the failures of their research. They were blown into foam by the bomb and scattered on this lawn.

Then some people ran out of the manor, and these were spies from the base, all of them were inside.

I haven't seen that woman yet, and I don't know if she is from the Black Death Sect or a righteous person among them."

William looked at the lights in the Shkamil Manor in the distance, unsure if there were still people inside and how many people were there.

Frank walked up to Yunduan and patted him on the shoulder. "I'll go in and take a look first. You guys wait here."

Before anyone else could say anything, Frank ran towards the manor and the door.

Jennifer, who was tied up in the manor, and two men from the Black Death Gang were sitting in the hall.

Jennifer said nothing and didn't move. She closed her eyes and it was unclear whether she was pretending to doze off or was really asleep.

Henchman A looked at Jennifer and said to Henchman B, "Don't you think this woman is too careless? How can she sleep in such a situation?"

Henchman B said, "Maybe she's nervous and scared. How can such a beautiful woman escape completely if she falls into the hands of the enemy? Now she only has a sister named Black Widow, otherwise, how could those guys who just left let her sit quietly?"

Jennifer listened to the conversation between the two without saying a word, thinking about how to escape.

Henchman A checked the rope that tied Jennifer to see if there was any looseness, and reinforced it with his hands.

"You stay here and watch him. I'm going to the bathroom."

"You went out to be lazy, right? I knew you were a lazy donkey that would do a lot of shit and piss. When you came back, you were looking for something to eat. You haven't eaten for most of the day." Henchman B said.

Jennifer heard the footsteps of Henchman A leaving, and there was only one left.

Five minutes later, Jennifer slowly opened her eyes and said, "I want to drink some water."

"No."

Jennifer looked this henchman B up and down. His eyes were dark, lifeless and dull, his face was haggard and he looked malnourished and gaunt, like skin and bones. He was heavily armed so his arms were not visible. He looked like a drug addict.

"It's in the bag I brought. It's over at the table at the door. I saw your boss threw my bag there. Can you help me get it?" Jennifer winked at henchman B.

Henchman B was not in a good mental state at this time, but he could not resist Jennifer's courtesy. He looked at the cabinet at the entrance. Was it the big black bag?

He walked over to take a look, picked up the big bag and said, "Is this it?"

Jennifer looked at the bag he was holding and shook her head. "No, it's a sports bag. It's dark blue."

Henchman B saw a dark blue sports bag nearby, opened it, took out a bottle of water, and fed Jennifer two sips.

He looked at the fashionable black bag next to him with great curiosity, wanting to open it to see what was inside. He asked Jennifer again to confirm, "Is that black bag really not yours?"

Jennifer's eyes flashed with cunning, "It's not mine. I only carry a dark blue sports bag. The black bag is not mine."

Henchman B was carrying the bag just now. It was a bit heavy but he didn’t know what was inside. He imagined it might be gold bars, flour, or cash?

Curiosity made him boldly open the zipper of the black bag. Cash, real cash. Henchman B was so excited that he couldn't speak. All he could do was laugh out loud. As soon as his hand touched the money, a small garter snake suddenly came out of the bag and bit Henchman B's hand.

Henchman B was a little overwhelmed by this sudden bite.

At this time, Henchman A returned to the hall, looked at Henchman B's trembling appearance, and asked, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Did you smoke again? What time is it now? You're still smoking, you're really good."

After saying that, he ignored him and walked directly to the chair where Jennifer was tied to take a look. After making sure there was nothing wrong, he returned to the sofa and sat down.

Jennifer hissed softly a few times, and the coral snake poked its head out from under the sofa and stared at her blankly.

It seems to be asking: Is it this guy?

Jennifer nodded.

The coral snake crawled into the gap of the sofa and bit the butt of henchman A. After biting, it quickly ran under the sofa and tilted its head towards Jennifer, as if to say: Look at me, am I awesome?

Henchman A felt as if a nail had pierced his buttocks. He touched the sofa cushion with his hand, but there was nothing there. He then checked the sofa backrest, but there was no nail there either.

He cursed, "Damn it."

Continue playing with the phone in your hand.

The henchman B, who was lying at the door, did not move at this time. He lay quietly on the ground, waiting for the coming of the god of death.

Henchman A thought he fell asleep after smoking and ignored him.

An hour later, Henchman A felt dizzy, his eyelids drooped, his limbs were weak, his muscles were paralyzed, and he had difficulty breathing. He wanted to wake up Henchman B. After he slowly moved over, he found that Henchman B had stopped breathing.

I looked up at Jennifer, who was tied to the chair. Her eyes were still closed, so I thought she was dead too.

Henchman B wanted to climb out, but he could no longer do so.

Jennifer hissed and called the coral snake out, "Fatty, get the fruit knife from the coffee table."

The coral snake twisted its tail to express its protest, saying that it was fat somewhere, fat somewhere, and fat somewhere.

"Okay, little cutie, I'll feed you something delicious when I get back." The coral snake twisted its body and handed the fruit knife on the coffee table to Jennifer.

"You are so awesome, Fatty. You saved me today. When we go back, I will prepare a lot of your favorite food for you, okay?" Jennifer was like a Chinese grandmother, always afraid that her grandson would starve. But now Fatty is the grandma's dream grandson, a nimble little snake.