Chapter 1

Over the Pacific Ocean, a white Boeing 747 passenger plane is flying steadily at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

Inside, most of the passengers had fallen asleep. Shen Mo sat by the window, quietly looking at the clouds outside.

The upright figure under the shirt, the tough face, and the sharp eyes reflected in the porthole made the two girls next to him peek at him and whisper at each other from time to time.

In a place no one can see, a silver lighter that shouldn't have passed the security check, appeared from time to time in Shen's hand, and then disappeared instantly.

This is a flight from Beijing to Los Angeles. Most of the passengers on the plane are traveling abroad or on business or visiting relatives, unlike Shen Mo who was on the run!

Half a month ago, Shen Mo's grandfather, Shen Jingde, went for a walk at night and happened to see a black luxury car running through a red light, and knocking a young woman on the ground who was leading a little girl across the road.

The woman seemed to be badly injured, lying on the ground in pain, unable to move, the little girl was terrified, squatting beside her mother and crying loudly.

At this time, the luxury car that caused the accident lowered the window, and the driver was a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes. He looked like a successful person in the upper class, but his red face was full of contempt and arrogance.

"Looking for death! Don't you have eyes?!" The man cursed furiously, and a strong drunken scent came out.

Moments before, just after attending a party, some of them were too drunk, Zhou Tianhao shoved his bodyguards, and drove madly on the road by himself.

Zhou Tianhao, who was interrupted, was unhappy for a while, and stepped on the gas to leave. He didn't think it was a big deal to hit someone, he'll just lose some money.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Shen Jingde stopped in front of the car and said angrily, "You want to run when you've hit someone?"

Zhou Tianhao cursed impatiently when he was stopped by someone, "Old guy! Get out for me now! I don't want to waste time with you!"

He stepped on the gas once again, and the engine revved. He still was not satisfied enough.

Shen Jingde was unmoved. He was born in the army and had an upright personality. He won't turn a blind eye and ignore such things.

"Hurry up and stop the car!"

Seeing Shen Jingde blocking his car in the front, Zhou Tianhao was drunk and angry, and his face became ferocious.

"You don't want to? Fine! I'll help you then!"

As soon as the voice fell, the black luxury car suddenly accelerated, the engine roared and crashed forward.

Shen Jingde couldn't dodge in time, was rammed into the air, and fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Haha! Old thing! Just die!"

Looking at Shen Jingde who fell on the ground, the middle-aged man laughed wildly, stepped on the gas and drove away.

"Squeak!"

A burst of tires screeching sounded not far away.

Shen Mo stopped in the same place, and the scene that happened in front of him made him witness the incident, and his killing intent could not be suppressed.

After receiving Shen Jingde's call, Shen Mo immediately rushed over. He then saw Shen Jingde stopping in front of the luxury car from a long distance.

Shen Mo was about to rush over. Who would've thought that the car would suddenly accelerate and crash into Jingde. Shen Mo couldn't react at all, and could only watch Jingde being run over.

Shen Mo pushed his car door with a murderous look and got out, staring coldly at the corner of the intersection. Zhou Tianhao with his lowered window looked wanton, a sharp knife appeared on Shen Mo's hand out of thin air.

Zhou Tianhao, who was driving, suddenly felt a chill all over his body, the hair on his body stood up, as if he was being stared at by something terrible, but soon, this feeling disappeared, Zhou Tianhao cursed inexplicably and pulled up to the car window. Accelerated and drove away.

Looking at the two people on the ground and the little girl standing aside sad and crying, Shen Mo suppressed his killing intent and put away the flying knife.

Now's not the time. I have to save them first. I'll settle this debt later!

...The hospital.

Intensive Care Unit.

After the operation, Shen Jingde was wrapped in thick gauze. He was lying on the hospital bed, his body was attached with different monitoring devices and a ventilator in his mouth.

Shen Jingde suffered multiple fractures all over the body, the most serious of which was intracranial hemorrhage. He had completely lost consciousness and became a vegetative person. Even his respiration needs to be maintained by a ventilator.

The cost for the ICU would need a lot of money, if he can't pay for it then they would have no other alternative than to unplug the life support, that would cause the death of the patient.

The daily cost of several thousand dollars in ICU cannot be supported by Shen Mo's savings for long. As for Zhou Tianhao, let's not say whether he will immediately give compensation to them, but even if he did, how long would that money last.

Even if he goes to court, it is expected that he will not be sentenced to death. This is something Shen Mo would not accept. Blood debt must be paid in blood!

Let's forget about it for now!

...

Three days late

At two o'clock in the morning, dark clouds covered the moon, and the night was dark and the wind was high.

Zhou Tianhao's luxurious villa was located outside, in the suburbs.

The slightly chilly wind gently shook the treetops and the leaves rustled, casting a mottled light and shadow under the streetlamp.

In the corner, where it can't be illuminated by the street light. Shen Mo appeared under the fence, dressed in black and wearing a cap.

The villa occupies a large area, and the surrounding wall is more than four meters high, most people cannot climb it.

Looking up at the tall wall, Shen Mo pressed his hat down and stepped back. Suddenly he jumped up, kicked his feet on the wall several times, and then clasped the edge of the wall as he climbed.

As he was in the air, a flying knife appeared in Shen Mo's hands. The moment he landed, Shen Mo flicked his right hand, and the knife shot to the side. In the shadow of the night, a tall and fierce black Tibetan mastiff was standing, with its bloody mouth wide open and was about to attack.

"Puff puff"

"Puff puff"

It did not take long for the Tibetan mastiff's roar to exit. A cold light flashed and a 20 cm long flying knife was shot in its eyes. Before making any sound, the fierce Tibetan mastiff twitched and fell to the ground. Red blood mixed with white brain matter slowly flowed out from its eye sockets.

Shen Mo turned his head and looked at the villa. The three-storey luxury villa still looks gorgeous even in the dark. The living room on the first floor is lit up. Through the window, you can see two people sitting on the sofa watching TV. Obviously they weren't disturbed by what happened just now.

Pulling back the flying knife from the Tibetan mastiff's eye socket, he wiped the blood on it, and then, with a slight movement, the flying knife instantly disappeared from his hand.

According to Shen Mo's surveillance over the past two days, besides Zhou Tianhao, there should be more than a dozen bodyguards in the villa.

After all, Zhou Tianhao has done bad things in recent years. He doesn't know how many people want his life, so Zhou Tianhao was very careful about his safety. Every day he arranges two bodyguards to stand guard in the lobby on the first floor, plus the Tibettan Mastiff in the yard. Ordinary people really couldn't sneak in quietly.

Hiding in the shadows, Shen Mo carefully observed the entire villa, and soon he discovered that the door to a balcony on the second floor was opened.

Seeing that the two people in the living room were still watching TV, Shen Mo cautiously came to the bottom of the balcony, and jumped up, his right foot kicked on the wall, grabbing the edge of the balcony with both hands, and pulling himself.

Entering the villa carefully from the balcony, Shen Mo slowly opened a door, and four bodyguards were sleeping soundly in the room..

Shen Mo walked into the room softly, and a flying knife appeared directly in his hand. There was no difference between a 20-centimeter-long flying knife and a dagger.

Shen Mo walked to a person, covered his mouth with his left hand, and swiped a knife on his neck with his right hand. The bodyguard woke up and struggled for a while before he stopped moving.

He didn't feel any discomfort when he killed the 1st guard. These bodyguards are being paid by Zhou Tianhao's high wages, and they often help him to do some dirty work on weekdays. Since they are here, Shen Mo does not intend to let any of them off..

Soon, the dozen bodyguards on the second floor were killed silently by Shen Mo.

Now, except for Zhou Tianhao, who was sleeping on the top floor alone, there were only the two bodyguards downstairs.

Shen Mo walked down the stairs softly, and the two people on the sofa have no idea that Shen Mo' was already looking at them. The two were still watching TV intensively, and have no idea that Death had is already behind them. Two silver lights flashed. After that, the two only felt a pain in the back of their heads before they died.

He pulled out the flying knife and wiped it clean, and put it away. He checked on all the other rooms, after onfirming that there were no other people, and Shen Mo came to Zhou Tianhao's super luxurious bedroom occupying the entire top floor.

Zhou Tianhao woke up in his sleep, feeling that someone was tying him; he immediately resisted, but his opponent's strength was stronger than his, Zhou Tianhao tried his best to shake the opponent.

He wanted to call the bodyguards for help, but found that his mouth was already sealed with tape, and couldn't call out, He could only make muffled whining sounds with his nose.

In the darkness, he could only see a pair of sharp eyes, looking at him coldly.

On weekdays, Zhou Tianhao, who always looked down on others, was so scared at this moment. He couldn't move his hands, he couldn't speak, he was no longer in control of his own life and death. Zhou Tianhao felt despair for the first time.

An hour later, Shen Mo carried a travel bag and quietly left the villa. It didn't take long for a dazzling fire to light up behind Shen Mo, hot flames emerged from the cracks in the doors and windows, and the raging fire enveloped the entire villa.

Regardless of the sea of ​​flames behind him, Shen Mo strode away without looking back. Suddenly, Shen Mo's footsteps stopped, and the ruthlessness and coldness on his face was gradually replaced by surprise.

Shen Mo looked in his consciousness, and a 50 cm cube space appeared. Dozens of flying knives, wallets, keys and other sundries occupy a corner of the space, but the whole space appeared very empty.

Shen Mo clearly remembered that the previous space was only 20 centimeters in length, and it was so full of these things that it suddenly grew so much.