?Chapter 2067 Stupid

Remember in one second,

Ye Weilan quietly watched the man running over, and his calm eyes became cold.

The moment the man ran past her, she suddenly stepped on her feet, and her slender heel used all her strength to step on the man's toes.

The man screamed and threw it to the ground. The baby came out of his hand and was hugged by Ye Weilan.

The woman was stunned at first, then rushed over with a fierce look: "Stinky woman! If you dare to hit my son, I will fight you-"

The moment when the black muzzle pointed at her, it ended abruptly.

The onlookers were also stunned.

Ye Weilan held the gun, aimed the tip of her shoe at the ribs on the man's back on the ground, and stepped hard.

"ah--"

The scream was accompanied by the broken bones, and the woman's face turned pale, shouting, and her voice was grief and angry: "Come on, kill someone--"

The security guards patrolling around the square ran over to hear the sound.

"What are you doing? Put the gun down!"

With a "touch--" sound, Ye Weilan pulled the board machine.

The bullet shot into the old woman's shoulder, bringing bloody flowers.

She fell to the ground, her turbid eyes showed viciousness, and she cried: "You're a kid, you're a kid, you're a kid--"

After all, it was broad daylight, and someone had secretly taken out his cell phone to call the police.

The people around looked at the beautiful woman in white shirt and black long skirt, and their eyes were filled with panic.

Some people boldly took photos and videos with their mobile phones.

"Who is this woman? She is a gangster, social, right?"

"I look so handsome, but I actually bully the weak!"

"It's too much! Gun the kids, hit the old man..."

"When the police come, you must arrest her in prison..."

People always subconsciously sympathize with the weak. Ye Weilan just had a gun and a few bullets. It could be said that there were crowds of people around him. People who were criticizing him were hiding in the crowd and didn't worry much.

The security guards also took out their weapons, alert and indifferent, looking at her as if they were facing a great enemy: "Put down the gun!"

"No hostages are allowed!"

Ye Weilan glanced at the baby in his hand, and his tone was sarcastic: "Before condemning me, I had some conscience. It is best to go and see if the woman on the ground there is still alive."

Her voice was not loud, there was a majestic condensation. The security guards and audiences closest to her saw it, and subconsciously turned their heads to look in that direction.

Only then did someone realize that the beaten woman was lying motionless on the ground and has not yet risen.

When they heard it, they watched the excitement, but they were afraid of causing trouble, so they pretended not to hear it.

The man who was trampled on the ground by Ye Weilan raised his head and looked angry: "This is my housework. No matter where you are, it's not the turn of others to take care of me. Return my son to me!"

The old woman covered her injured shoulders, wiped her nose and tears, and she was extremely miserable: "My grandson... you return my grandson to me... You come to me with resentment and resentment... You kill me and return my grandson to me..."

The shrill crying aroused the resentment of many people.
Chapter completed!