Chapter 1777

He looked at his mobile phone and thought about whether to make this call. Although his mouth was frank, his head could be broken, his blood could flow, and he couldn't make a phone call, but if it was really critical, he could let go of his moral integrity.

Major Jack... Mu yuan took a deep breath and felt a depression hovering in his heart. He tried to swallow all the hamburgers. At the beginning of the night, he ate noodles like nobody else. "When can we go?"

The little girl's eyes are pure, innocent, and ignorant of the dangers of the world. Mu yuan explained to her the disadvantages of not having a passport. He may regard him as a bad person, and may want to send them to the immigration department. This was originally the lightest case, but who knows which police officer was smoked and even searched his gun in his car.

Mu yuan was desperate to kill a dog. He had more than one gun in his car and enough ammunition. Because they had a lot of luggage, he put it in an inconspicuous place. When entering the checkpoint, he threw the gun with him in the back seat and temporarily covered it with clothes.

This is not something that can be solved by sending it to the immigration department. His gun is not full of bullets. When they came back, they regarded him as a felon.

Mu yuan, "..."

His luck has always been good. Although it won't be heavy to buy the lottery, he can still touch the edge of a few numbers. No matter what he does, he feels blessed. There is no time to recite it. At the beginning of the night, he ate noodles and drank the soup with a bowl in his hand. Several police officers came in and threw their guns on the table, "whose gun is this?"

Mu yuan didn't answer. He was thinking about how to come back. At the beginning of the night, he pointed at him, "his."

Mu yuan thought that he finally found the reason for such a little back. It must be the bad luck at the beginning of the night that implicated him. In fact, at the beginning of the night, if you don't say Mu yuan's, Mu yuan can't explain that the gun belongs to the rest of the people, because it's all his fingerprints. He said that there is no way to round it. It's better to be frank and lenient.

Then there are a series of questions, such as what to do with a gun, where to buy it, whether it is European and American weapons and equipment, or top-notch, whether there is a life on the body, etc.

Mu yuan knew the interrogation and kept silent. The key target of the police officer's strategy was the beginning of the night.

"The gun is ours, human life? No, we didn't kill."

"Where did you buy it? I don't know. He always wears it on his body?"

"Didn't bully me, no, you misunderstood, he didn't bully me."

"I really didn't kill anyone."

"Where did you buy it? Is this a big thing? I think everyone has a gun."

Mu yuan, "..."

Officers, "..."

The little girl's tone was naive and her eyes were clean, which suddenly made them feel that what they said was very reasonable, but no matter how they questioned, there was no news to dig out, and Mu yuan was almost laughing to death.

Funny to laugh, if this matter is not handled properly, he will suffer from the disaster of imprisonment here, and this face can't afford to lose. He looked at the mobile phone, his heart seemed to have a needle poking him, faintly making pain, some bone etching Acacia, attached to the bone marrow, ran up in disorder with a little movement, drowning his whole world. He thought he was a drug addict, took a deep breath, and picked up the phone a little nervously.

Fight or not?

Will he come?

He always responds to his requests, but after that, will he still care about him? Mu yuan suddenly threw his cell phone on the table and closed his eyes. Mu yuan, Mu yuan, why are you so shameless? You killed someone else's brother and hoped that they would escort you all the way. Who gave you confidence and who gave you face?

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The small theater is late. I pulled the curtain to take a nap and overslept.