The Wife Is A Superstar 8

Chapter 1465 I Hurt

The bruised and wounded child cried after Mother Mao hurled him to the ground. The child curled his body while whimpering. He raised his tied-up little arms over his head, trying to protect it.

"I think that's enough," Father Mao said as he tried to pull his wife away.

He hated the child's parents for destroying his daughter's life, but this was all too much. Originally, he planned on just frightening the child to fulfill their end of the bargain with the woman in a floral dress, but his wife immediately raised her hand on the poor child.

"Go out if you can't stand it!" Mother Mao snapped at him. But before she could start another wave of strikes, they heard the sound of gunshots and people shouting outside. Even the kidnappers started fleeing, but it was all too late.

Mother Mao was terrified. She immediately abandoned the poor child and ran to her husband.

Father Mao grabbed her and pulled her to hide behind the walls.

"Aaaaah!"

Mother Mao covered her ears as a bullet shattered the wooden window. Even the poorly made mud walls started to crumble in places where bullets hit.

"Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

Father Mao covered his wife's mouth. He closed his eyes and seemed to accept their fates.

"We're done for," he murmured as the wooden door to the room flew away when someone kicked it open.

Armed men swarmed inside.

One swooped toward the now unconscious child and quickly but carefully carried him outside. Everything happened so fast that Father Mao just stared in horror as the other armed men pointed their guns at them.

Perhaps adrenaline got into her and Mother Mao thought that the armed men were on their side, the subordinates of the woman in a flower dress.

She recklessly jumped forward and cried, "Help! Please help us!"

"No, don't!" Father Mao tried to stop her, but it was already too late.

The armed men's response to them was a barrage of gunshots.

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Jiyong rained down bullets in the old couple's direction. His sister asked him to leave the mother*cking pair to the useless police losers to handle later. Although this wasn't his ideal plan, he decided to give in to his sister's request this time.

Then they heard Luka's voice through their in-ear phones, informing them that the old couple's physical appearance matched that of Mao Qiu's parents.

Jiyong's eyes narrowed as he continued shooting at the area around the Mao couple, frightening them out of their wits.

"You heard that, Maria?" he asked his sister in Russian.

There was a pause before Jennie's voice said, "Yes."

"You still want me to leave them alive?"

Once again, a pause. Then, a shaky breath. "Do what you want," she finally said.

"Hm. Just this once, I'll be extra nice," he said, his tone like that of the devil.

He, Nikolai Vetrov, had never been "nice" to outsiders. But for today, he decided to play "nice" to this mother*cking pair of human-clothed monsters as "thanks" for what they did to the child.

First, he greeted the Mao couple with an ultra-enthusiastic welcome of gunshots on the ground.

Oh, the old witch dropped to her knees in appreciation?

The old fart was so happy that he peed his pants?

Who else was as nice as him, Nikolai Vetrov?

Nobody!

Unable to contain his "niceness", he shot Mother Mao's two hands as "thanks" for using those hands to "take care" of the child.

Then he shot Father Mao's two ears off. The old fart heard the child's cries but did nothing. Jiyong felt that he should "reward" the motherf*cker for playing deaf.

He stopped shooting, walked towards Father Mao, and then used a blade to cut the older man's eyes. Those eyes watched as his wife "took care" of the child without stopping her.

Father Mao lost his ears and eyes.

Jiyong sneered at him and then used the butt of his gun to hit the older man's nape. Father Mao fell to the ground unconscious.

Mother Mao was so overcome by the pain of having her hands shot and witnessing her husband go blind and deaf that she also fainted.

"Take them back to the HQ," Jiyong commanded. "We'll show them how 'nice' we are before we dump them to the police to handle."

"Roger, Boss!"

His subordinates promptly carried the Mao couple like sacks of trash.

"No protests, Maria?" he asked.

"Big Brother, I'm not a hypocrite," Jennie replied through his in-ear phones. "They hurt my godson. Just...."

"Just?"

He heard her sigh. "Just don't forget to leave them to the police after you're done dealing with them. We live in a lawful and civilized society now, Big Brother."

"Heh."

"You have your own family now," she added in a whisper.

He didn't reply.

Luka interrupted them, "Attention. The unidentified armed men are now withdrawing. I repeat, the unidentified men are now withdrawing."

Jiyong frowned. "Team 3, pursue and find out more information about them. Team 4, gather their fallen members and take them back to HQ—the living for interrogation and the dead for examination. Teams 1, 2, and 5, continue with the original mission."

"Roger, Boss!"

"Roger!"

He left the room and found a couple of his subordinates quickly but carefully administering first aid to the child. The kid whimpered and opened his eyes. They saw the fear in the child's eyes.

"Little Jun, it's me." Jiyong removed his night-vision goggles.

The child turned his head at the familiar voice and cried, "Anko Yong!"

He reached his little arms toward his uncle. Jiyong signalled his subordinates. They withdrew. He knelt and opened his arms. The kid threw himself at him.

"Wah! Anko! Junjun scayed! Waaaaah!!!"

The cold-bloodedness in Jiyong's eyes melted away as he cradled the child in his arms. "It's okay now, Little Jun. Uncle will return you to your parents and our family."

Little Jun blinked his eyes at him, large drops of tears falling down his face.

"I hurt."