High above the Pacific Ocean, a white Boeing 747 aircraft was flying smoothly at an altitude of ten thousand meters.
Inside the cabin, most of the passengers were already asleep. Chen Mo sat by the window, quietly gazing at the clouds outside, lost in thought.
His upright figure under the shirt, the tough and resolute face, and the sharp gaze reflected in the window made the two girls sitting next to him steal glances at him and whisper to each other.
In a place where the two girls couldn't see, a silver lighter, which shouldn't have passed security and appeared on the plane, appeared and disappeared in Chen Mo's hand from time to time.
This was a flight from Bincheng to Los Angeles. Most of the passengers on the plane were traveling abroad for vacation, business, or visiting relatives, but Chen Mo was on the run!
Half a month ago, Chen Mo's grandfather, Chen Jingde, went out for a walk in the evening and happened to see a black luxury car running a red light, hitting a young woman who was crossing the street with a little girl.
The woman seemed to be seriously injured, lying on the ground in pain and unable to move. The little girl was terrified, squatting beside her mother and crying loudly.
At this moment, the window of the luxury car rolled down. The driver was a middle-aged man in a suit, looking like a successful person from high society, but his face was full of contempt and arrogance.
"Are you looking for death? Can't you see?" The man cursed angrily, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted out.
Having just attended a banquet and drunk quite a bit, Zhou Tianhao left his bodyguards behind and drove wildly on the road, having a great time.
Interrupted from his fun, Zhou Tianhao cursed for a while and then stepped on the gas, ready to leave. He didn't think hitting someone was a big deal, just a matter of paying more money.
"What do you think you're doing?" Chen Jingde, who was calling Chen Mo to come and help, quickly stood in front of the car and said angrily, "You hit someone and you want to run?"
Seeing someone blocking his way, Zhou Tianhao impatiently cursed, "Old man! Get out of my way! I don't have time to waste with you!"
Saying this, he stepped on the gas again, the engine roaring. He hadn't had enough of racing yet.
Chen Jingde, with his upright character from his military background, couldn't tolerate such behavior and stood his ground.
"Stop the car immediately!"
No matter how much Zhou Tianhao cursed and threatened, Chen Jingde stood firmly in front of the car, not giving an inch.
Drunk and increasingly angry, Zhou Tianhao's already red face turned ferocious.
"Won't move? Fine! I'll make you lie down too!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black luxury car suddenly started, the engine roaring as it accelerated rapidly.
Chen Jingde couldn't dodge in time and was hit hard, flying out and falling heavily to the ground, unconscious.
"Haha! Old fool! I'll let you seek death!"
Seeing Chen Jingde lying on the ground, the middle-aged man laughed wildly, stepped on the gas, and sped away.
"Screech! —"
A sharp braking sound came from not far away.
Chen Mo slammed on the brakes and stopped in place. The scene before him made his eyes widen in anger, and a murderous intent surged uncontrollably in his heart.
As soon as he received Chen Jingde's call, Chen Mo rushed over without stopping. The place was very close, and Chen Mo quickly arrived at the scene, seeing Chen Jingde blocking a luxury car from a distance.
Chen Mo was about to step on the gas again, but the car suddenly accelerated…
The car sped up and hit Chen Jingde, who was thrown into the air. Chen Mo could only watch helplessly as his grandfather was struck.
Chen Mo, filled with murderous intent, pushed open the car door and got out, coldly staring at Zhou Tianhao, who was arrogantly sitting in the car with the window down. A cold, sharp throwing knife appeared in Chen Mo's hand out of thin air.
Zhou Tianhao, who was driving, suddenly felt a chill all over his body, his hair standing on end as if something terrifying was watching him. But soon, the feeling disappeared. Zhou Tianhao cursed inexplicably, rolled up the window, and sped away.
Looking at the two people lying on the ground and the little girl crying sadly beside them, Chen Mo suppressed his murderous intent and put away the throwing knife.
He had already recognized Zhou Tianhao, a well-known local entrepreneur, but notorious for his misdeeds.
Now was not the time to act impulsively; saving people was the priority. This debt would be settled later!
Hospital
ICU Intensive Care Unit
After the surgery, Chen Jingde was wrapped in thick bandages, lying unconscious on the hospital bed, connected to various monitoring devices, with a ventilator inserted in his mouth.
Chen Jingde had multiple fractures all over his body, the most serious being intracranial bleeding. He had completely lost consciousness and became in a vegetative state, relying on the ventilator to breathe.
Now, it was just a matter of using money to extend his life in the ICU. When the money ran out, the tubes would be removed, and death would be declared.
The ICU cost thousands of dollars a day, plus the huge surgical fees. Even with Chen Mo's family's decent financial condition, they couldn't sustain it for long. As for Zhou Tianhao, whether he would immediately pay for the rescue and how long the compensation would last was uncertain.
Even if it went to court, it was unlikely that Zhou Tianhao would be sentenced to death, which Chen Mo couldn't accept. Blood debts must be paid in blood!
Zhou Tianhao, our account must be settled!
Three Days Later
At two in the morning, with dark clouds covering the moon, the night was dark and windy.
Outside Zhou Tianhao's luxurious villa in the suburbs.
The slightly chilly wind gently swayed the treetops, the leaves rustling, casting mottled shadows under the streetlights.
In a corner not illuminated by the streetlights, Chen Mo, dressed in black and wearing a baseball cap, appeared under the wall.
The villa covered a large area, and the wall was more than four meters high, impossible for an ordinary person to climb over.
Looking up at the high wall, Chen Mo pressed down his cap, took a few steps back, and suddenly ran forward, leaping up. His feet kicked the wall a few times, then his hands pushed on the wall, and his body flipped over the wall with ease.
Before he landed, a throwing knife appeared in Chen Mo's hand. As soon as he landed, he flicked his right hand, and a cold light shot to the side. In the shadow of the night, a tall and fierce black Tibetan mastiff was opening its bloody mouth, ready to pounce.
"Thud"
Before the mastiff could roar, the cold light flashed and disappeared. The 20 cm long throwing knife shot into its eye, and without making any sound, the fierce mastiff twitched and fell to the ground, red blood mixed with white brain matter slowly flowing from its eye socket.
Chen Mo turned to look at the villa. The three-story luxurious villa still looked very grand and imposing in the dark. The living room on the first floor was lit, and through the window, two people could be seen lounging on the sofa watching TV. The slight noise just now hadn't disturbed them.
Pulling the throwing knife from the mastiff's eye socket and wiping the blood on its body, Chen Mo the throwing knife disappeared from his hand in an instant.
Based on Chen Mo's observations over the past two days, there should be more than a dozen bodyguards in the villa besides Zhou Tianhao.
After all, Zhou Tianhao had done many bad things over the years, and there were countless people who wanted him dead. Therefore, Zhou Tianhao was very cautious about his safety, arranging two bodyguards to guard the first-floor hall every night, along with the Tibetan mastiff in the yard. It was almost impossible for an ordinary person to sneak in silently.
Hiding in the shadows, Chen Mo carefully observed the entire villa and soon discovered that a balcony door on the second floor was not closed.
Seeing that the two people in the living room were still watching TV, Chen Mo carefully approached the balcony, looked up to gauge the position, and then leaped up. His right foot pushed off the wall, and his hands grabbed the edge of the balcony. With a strong pull, he flipped onto the balcony.
Carefully entering the villa from the balcony, Chen Mo slowly pushed open a room door. Inside, four bodyguards were sleeping soundly.
Chen Mo quietly walked into the room, a throwing knife appearing in his hand, which was no different from a dagger.
He walked to one of the bodyguards, covered his mouth with his left hand, and slashed his throat with the knife in his right hand. The bodyguard, who had just woken up, struggled twice before becoming motionless.
There was no discomfort from killing for the first time. These bodyguards, who took Zhou Tianhao's high salary, often helped him do heinous things. Each of them was full of evil deeds. Since he was here, Chen Mo didn't plan to let them go.
Without any accidents, Chen Mo silently eliminated all the bodyguards on the second floor.
Now, besides Zhou Tianhao, who was sleeping alone on the top floor, only the two bodyguards on night duty downstairs were left.
Chen Mo quietly walked down the stairs, and the two people on the sofa came into his view.
They were still engrossed in watching TV, unaware that death had come behind them. Two flashes of silver light, and they felt a pain in the back of their heads before knowing nothing.
Chen Mo stepped forward, pulled out the throwing knives, wiped them clean, and put them away. After searching all the other rooms to confirm there was no one else, he went to the luxurious master bedroom on the top floor where Zhou Tianhao was sleeping.
Zhou Tianhao woke up from his sleep, feeling someone tying him up. He immediately struggled, but the other person's strength was astonishing. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge them.
He wanted to call for his bodyguards, but found his mouth was already taped shut, unable to make a sound, only able to make muffled noises through his nose.
In the darkness, he could only see a pair of sharp eyes coldly staring at him.
The usually high and mighty Zhou Tianhao was scared at this moment. His hands couldn't move, his mouth couldn't speak, and his life was no longer in his control. For the first time, Zhou Tianhao felt so helpless.
An hour later, Chen Mo quietly left the villa with a travel bag. Not long after, dazzling flames lit up behind him, and the scorching fire burst out from the door and window cracks, engulfing the entire villa.
Without looking back at the sea of fire behind him, Chen Mo walked away with large strides. Suddenly, he stopped, and the cold and stern expression on his face was gradually replaced by surprise.
Chen Mo focused his consciousness into his mind, where a 50 cm cubic space appeared. Dozens of throwing knives, wallets, keys, and other miscellaneous items occupied a corner of the space, making it look very spacious.
Chen Mo clearly remembered that the space had only been 20 cm before, filled to the brim with these items. How did it suddenly become so much larger?