Jing Mo raised the corners of his lips, "How did you recognize that it was Jing Mo's spaceship?"
"Brother, are you kidding me? Who in the entire galaxy doesn't know Jing Mo's spaceship?"
"Oh?" Jing Mo's voice rose slightly. "Since you know his spaceship, don't you know him as a person?"
"this...."
The man was a little embarrassed. "Speaking of which, I am ashamed to say that when I was in Interstellar, I just took my robots to dig holes everywhere. It's a bit different from Jing Mo.
But I have seen him from a distance, but from a distance, so I couldn't see him clearly.
He is tall and thin, and his build seems to be similar to yours..."
Listening to his words, Jing Mo laughed slowly and quietly, "Not almost."
"Um?"
“It’s exactly the same.”
Jing Mo said, the gun in his hand was already pointed at the man, and every word he said was clear, "I am Jing Mo."
When the man heard what Jing Mo said, he was stunned for a moment, then immediately shook his head, "Impossible, how could you be Jing Mo? This is absolutely impossible!"
Just after he finished the last few words, the man's hand, which was originally hanging down, suddenly raised up, and there was a gun in his hand, and his finger quickly pulled the trigger.
Jing Mo looked at his actions and smiled sarcastically.
"You tried to shoot me before I did, right in front of me. It seems you really don't take me, a weapons dealer, seriously."
As Jing Mo spoke, he fired two shots at the man.
One shot hit the man's wrist where he was holding the gun, and the other shot hit the man's chest.
Although the man fell to the ground, he did not die immediately.
Jing Mo looked at it with a little surprise, and then suddenly realized, "So that's how it is, your heart is on the right side.
But it doesn’t matter, the next shot will be a headshot.”
The heart can grow on the right side, but the head can’t grow on the butt, right?
Even if it really grows on the buttocks, it’s not a big problem. It’s just one more shot.
After hearing Jing Mo's words, no matter how dumb the man was, he knew that Jing Mo really wanted to kill him.
"Why do you have to kill me?
We have no hatred or grudges.
Even if I just said I wanted to rob you, it was just because I didn't know your identity.
As long as you are willing, I can listen to you and be your little brother, that’s no problem…”
"No. There's a problem." Jing Mo interrupted the man coldly.
"What's the problem?"
"The problem is, I don't want any younger brothers, and I don't want a piece of trash like you as my younger brother."
"I'm trash? Haha...hahaha..."
The man laughed wildly, "How can I be garbage? The people on this blue planet are the real garbage.
Why should a group of inferior races enjoy such great resources?
They should submit to us, become our efforts, and obey our orders.
Look at that one over there, lying there like a dead dog, that's garbage!"
Jing Mo looked at the man in silence, "Do you know why I haven't killed you yet and let you talk nonsense here?"
Jing Mo finished speaking, and without waiting for the man to answer, he said to Yang Wendong, "Can you still get up?"
Yang Wendong was seriously injured and lay there dying.
Perhaps it was because he had a breath of air in his heart that he was still alive despite his serious injuries.
Hearing Jing Mo's words, Yang Wendong moved.
Just a slight movement caused a violent coughing fit.
The coughing sounded heart-wrenching, as if it was going to cough out the lungs.
Finally, Yang Wendong slowly raised his head and propped himself up.
"I can!"
Yang Wendong said this as he slowly stood up, his movements very slowly.
Jing Mo was not in a hurry at all, but the man lying there became anxious.
"Jing Mo, what are you going to do?
You want him to kill me?"
Hearing this, Jing Mo looked at the man with appreciation, "Although I just suspected that your brain was growing on your butt, but now it seems that it is not completely growing on your butt. You can still think."
"Why? Why would you help such a lowly person?"
Jing Mo did not answer, but just watched Yang Wendong staggering towards the man step by step.
Yang Wendong walked very slowly, but at this time, no one would dislike his slow pace.
The man looked at Yang Wendong who was gradually approaching, and his eyes gradually changed from disdain to horror.
“Don’t kill me!
Your sister's matter is really a misunderstanding!
I just wanted to play with her, but she struggled so hard and tried to kill me, so I accidentally killed her.
What do you want? I can compensate you! "
After the man finished speaking, Yang Wendong had already arrived in front of the man and was looking down at him.
“What do I want?
I—want your life!"
Hearing Yang Wendong's words, the man's eyes gradually became more sinister.
"It seems like you are really determined to kill me." The man said, "Who the hell are you? You want to kill me?
If Jing Mo hadn't suddenly appeared, you would have been dead long ago.
Even if Jing Mo is watching now, I can’t kill him——"
As the man spoke, he raised his other uninjured hand. It seemed as if a gun had appeared in his hand. He raised his hand to shoot at Yang Wendong.
However, just as he raised his hand, he was hit by a bullet.
After being hit on the wrist, the gun in his hand naturally fell to the ground.
The man cried out in pain and looked in the direction where the bullet came from with a resentful look.
Jing Mo still stood there in the same posture.
If Jing Mo didn't fire the gun, then who did it?
As the man was thinking, he heard footsteps.
Step by step.
Getting closer.
A slender and tall figure walked out step by step from behind Jing Mo, and finally stood shoulder to shoulder with Jing Mo.
"Who are you?"
Su Nian pretended not to hear the man's question and just looked at Yang Wendong.
“No matter who you are, you can easily die from talking too much.
If you have a grudge, take it quickly. When he dies, you will have plenty of time to say everything you want to his corpse."
Hearing Su Nian's words, Yang Wendong trembled.
"I...I understand."
The man lying on the ground had both his hands disabled and was shot in the chest, completely losing the ability to resist.
The man opened his mouth to speak, but Yang Wendong clenched the dagger in his hand and stabbed it into the man's right chest steadily and accurately.
The words on the man's lips disappeared into thin air.
No one knows what he wanted to say before he died.
Do you want to beg for mercy or make some harsh remarks?
But it doesn't matter anymore.
As the man died, the breath that had been supporting Yang Wendong also dissipated.
Yang Wendong's body swayed and he fell directly beside the man.
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