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

Chapter 350: Shot Dead in the Street

The Interpol officer named Oleam quickly got out of the car, walked up to the group of snakes, and showed them his police ID.

"We are Interpol agents, on a mission. Please move aside."

The snake laughed: "Sorry, today, even if you're an Interpol agent, or even if you were the King of Heaven himself, you're not getting away."

"Fak".

Olem was so angry his nose was crooked.

"What's your badge number? I'm going to file a complaint against you. This is a major case, one that's been brought to our attention by higher-ups. How dare you stop me?"

Ah She smiled and said, "Sorry, our mission is to stop you. Our superiors said that if you dare to force your way in or resist, we have the right to shoot you dead."

"Fak".

Oleam was furious. Was this still Hong Kong? Was this still England's territory?

Why does he feel like he's stumbled into a bandit's den?

Just then, the police siren blared again.

This time, it wasn't motorcycles that arrived; it was a large police convoy.

As soon as the convoy arrived, it completely blocked the two Interpol vehicles from both sides.

The fat, chubby man got off the truck. With a wave of his hand, he said sternly, "Surround them, arrest them all, and shoot them on the spot if they dare to resist."

The snakes immediately drew their guns and surrounded the two Interpol vehicles.

Outside the car, Olam also had many guns pointed at his head.

"Don't move. If you dare to move, I have the right to shoot you dead."

The people of Orem were completely baffled and had no idea what was going on!

At that moment, the car door was rudely opened.

The five Interpol agents inside were dragged out and pinned to the ground.

They twisted their hands behind their backs and snapped the handcuffs onto their wrists.

"Fuck, what are you doing? We're Interpol. We're documented."

Rosde, the Interpol officer in charge, shouted loudly.

At this moment, Piggy helped Old Mo out of the car and personally unlocked his handcuffs.

Old Mo twisted his wrist and came to stand in front of Rothschild.

Rothschild shouted excitedly, "What are you doing? He's a serious criminal, how dare you release him? I'm going to file a complaint against you."

Rothschild was furious. He'd finally caught the man, and they were just going to let him go like that?

Old Mo punched him in the stomach.

"Oh..."

Rothschild doubled over in pain, his face turning green from the effort.

"I already said, you can't take me away in Hong Kong."

"Fuck, you bastard, you can't get away. Hong Kong is only so big, where can you run to? Next time we come, it won't be like this."

Rothschild shouted loudly.

"You want a next time?"

Old Mo beckoned with his finger, and Piggy understood, drawing his sidearm and placing it in Old Mo's hand.

Rothdell's eyes widened, and he cried out in terror, "What do you want to do?"

"Didn't you say you'd come back next time? I hate trouble, so I'll send you to hell, then there won't be a next time, right?"

"What? I'm an Interpol agent? You dare kill me?"

Rothschild screamed in terror.

Old Mo chuckled and said, "Don't worry, you're the last one. Who was handcuffing me just now? Oh, I recognize you, it was you, wasn't it?"

Old Mo pressed the gun against Olem's head and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"bump……"

A crisp gunshot rang out, and Olam had a hole in his head. With a thud, he went limp.

Gaa...

The remaining five Interpol agents stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.

"Fuck, how dare you?"

Yes, all five guys were shocked. Killing someone in the street? Is this guy crazy, or does he really have that kind of power?

As for Piggy and Ah Snake from Hong Kong, they were used to it; even if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they had heard about it.

Their chief superintendent was killed in the street by Old Mo, let alone these Interpol agents who appeared out of nowhere. They're nothing.

Old Mo ignored him completely and moved the gun to the head of another foreigner.

"You pressed down on me just now, so you no longer deserve to live."

"bump……"

Before the foreigner could even beg for mercy, his head lolled to the side and he went limp.

"No... no no no no no..."

Rothschild shouted loudly. He was on the verge of a breakdown.

These are all his brothers who have fought alongside him for many years! They've shared guns and risked their lives together.

Two of them were killed just like that? And in such a humiliating way.

"bump……"

Rothschild was startled as he saw another brother fall to the ground.

This time, Old Mo's reason was even more outrageous: simply because he had pointed a gun at him. He said he hated it most when people pointed guns at him.

Rothschild was completely numb.

"No, please don't do this! I surrender, I beg you, please don't kill them, kill me instead..."

Rothschild shouted loudly, but it was of no use at all.

Two more gunshots rang out. All five of his men were lying on the ground.

It was at this moment that Rothschild learned what terror truly meant.

Old Mo blew the gunpowder off the muzzle and pressed the gun against his forehead.

He was shouting loudly just now, telling Lao Mo to kill him first, but now he's urinated.

Yes, he realized that he was the coward. The threat of death was something not everyone could withstand.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Old Mo shook his head and put the gun down.

"Aren't you an Interpol agent? Why are you so scared you peed your pants? Are you coming to arrest me again next time?"

"I'm not coming, I'm not coming, I'd rather die than come."

Rothschild shouted loudly.

"Good, if you had said so earlier, these five guys under your command wouldn't have had to die."

As Old Mo spoke, he handed the gun back to Piglet. He really didn't intend to kill him.

"Tell Rosvet that if he wants to arrest me, he should come himself. Don't send irrelevant people like you to your deaths. Okay?"

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely bring it, I'll definitely bring it."

Rothdell nodded frantically.

"Alright, get lost, let him go."

The snakes immediately released him and even removed his handcuffs. However, his service weapon was confiscated.

Rothschild didn't dare to dwell on the gun anymore; he looked at Old Mo in horror.

He retreated step by step, until finally he scrambled away. He abandoned his gun, his car, and everything else.

Behind him, Old Mo's unrestrained laughter suddenly rang out.

"Alright, let's call it a day! Brother Zai, go back and tell Brother Le that everyone who showed up today will receive a bonus of five thousand yuan, which is my personal reward. By the way, you arrived quickly today, so you'll get a bonus of fifty thousand yuan. Also, the first person to call the police will get one hundred thousand yuan, as I promised him."

Piggy's eyes lit up, and he quickly stood at attention, saying, "Thank you, Brother Mo."

The snakes behind him also shouted loudly, "Thank you, Brother Mo!"