"Liangliang, please don't act without permission. Regardless of whether there is news or not, you have to wait here for mommy before dark, understand?" Knowing her second son's character, Su Wanwan specifically warned her, fearing that he would act without permission.
Little did he know that Su Liangliang had hacked into the surveillance system and found out that his sisters Su Yiyi and Su Xianxi were taken away by human traffickers.
He frowned. Although he knew that the police would not file a case within 24 hours, he still wanted to give it a try.
Instead of using conventional means, he hacked into the police station's system using the same method he used to hack road surveillance cameras, sent the surveillance video and alarm information directly to one of the computers, then logged out and changed the IP address.
I disabled my computer, so I haven’t missed anything.
Over there, Su Wanwan asked a few more people and confirmed that her daughter had really been taken away by human traffickers. She tried her best to draw a portrait, and then ran to the scenic police station to prepare to call the police with the portrait.
And here, Su Liangliang followed the information he got and came to the place where the traffickers were hiding alone.
"Stop drinking. Before the two girls just made a move, someone else is coming to visit." A man with green hair all over his head looked at Su Liangliang with a kind smile on his face.
Su Liangliang's eyes were a bit unspeakable: "It's you guys who kidnapped my sister and Umbrella. You are the only ones who still want to catch me?"
Su Liangliang's eyes flashed with surprise, and he saw it on the surveillance camera. Not long after Yiyi and Xianxian entered, they were targeted by human traffickers.
Just like that, he handed it to his friends outside through the toilet window.
How can a normal person think of that...
He said, "What about that red-haired man over there? He dyed his hair red and wanted to imitate a rooster, get up early and crow, and let your group of bastard brothers dance when they hear you?"
Perhaps because his words were too unpleasant, Lu Mao couldn't help but grab him. Su Liangshuang ducked away, raised his eyes, spun on the spot, and slithered like a little rabbit under the man's armpit.
"The yellow hair over there... um." After looking up and down, Su Liangliang said again, "The yellow hair should be considered normal. I just wonder if the teacher who dyed the hair has a grudge against you? Why does it look like a blooming flower?
The chrysanthemum? It exploded like a golden lion king, but I didn’t know you had those two explosions? Uncle chrysanthemum."
Well, the last word in this sentence has a profound meaning, which is quite ironic.
Huang Mao's eyes were filled with anger, as if he was terribly irritated, and he stretched out his claws at the young couple, but he was still dodged.
Let's face it, it's quite embarrassing that these two grown men can't fight against a little kid of several years old.
Rolling his eyes, Su Liangliang escaped from the clutches while focusing his attention on the only woman in the room. He was sure that it was her who had taken away Sister Yiyi and Umbrella.
Then his eyes flashed, and the contemptuous and cold boy's voice came up again: "Old aunt, I am here to wish you eternal blessings and longevity as long as heaven."
"It's best not to fall in love with anyone. Otherwise, if you are like this, you are unlikely to get retribution if you give birth to a child. If it is not a massive hemorrhage, the child may be mentally retarded, have congenital heart disease, or have leukemia with the umbilical cord wrapped around the neck. Anyway, you were not the one who gave birth to him.
When you die, you give birth to him and the child dies. It’s just that you die and he dies. After all, it’s retribution. It’s not that you won’t repay it because the time has not yet come.”
This little talker keeps saying the same things, which makes people angry and speechless.
A few times, the little boy jumped left and right. After a while, he arrived in front of Lu Mao, kicked him hard, and greeted him kindly: "Uncle Lu Mao, is this life difficult for you? You have to wear something on your head."