Chapter 142

"I didn't think it was you who came after me." muka pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and didn't look very flustered.

Aoki sat down opposite muka, put the beauty on her lap and said to the beauty, "this is probably the last poppy."

The beauty stared at muka: "green wood, the last one, can I watch you cut?"

"Yes," Aoki said.

"Ha ha, you seem to be sure of me." muka is still so gentle, even pulling out his gun looks like a gentleman. The Smithsonian 500 pistol in his hand is very new. The shiny gun paint is like spray on the heel, and he can smell the faint smell of gun oil.

"Wu suoton is finished," Aoki said.

"Thank you for helping me kill Wu suoton. If it weren't for you, I really couldn't find a suitable opportunity to replace him." muka smiled and shook the black muzzle of the gun. "You shouldn't throw the gun away."

"I didn't bring a gun before I entered Wu suoton's general's house," Aoki said.

Muka smiled disdainfully and said, "I'm different from Wu suoton."

"What's the difference?"

"Wu suoton is just a bumpkin who has never seen the world. His eyes are only guns, white powder and women. He thinks he is an earth emperor and is not afraid of heaven and earth, but he doesn't know that a person can't make great achievements without enough self-discipline and broad vision."

"I'm different from him. I studied angrily since I was a child. I went from South Asia to Europe, and then went to Africa and America. I spent time in the best schools and laboratories in the world. If I like, I can choose the position of top executives in the world's top 500 companies. But what's that? I gave up the seemingly beautiful but boring job opportunities and the corrupt life in the capital world and went back to China Here, I just want to change this poor, ignorant and backward land through my efforts. "

"I know that it is impossible to achieve long-term peace and prosperity here by relying on opium, but there is nothing here except opium. The incompetent government can't help us. The drug dealers in the golden triangle and overseas capitalists only see the profits brought by the poppy bloom, so they exploit our residual value infinitely."

"But so what? I don't care! We need opium and heroin to complete the original accumulation. Didn't the empire that never set the sun also launch the Opium War against your country? Which Empire didn't develop by blood and aggression?"

"I don't smoke, drink or touch white powder. I haven't touched any other women except cuckoos. There are never more than three dishes on my table. All I do is for this land and the people living here. I want to liberate them! One day, we will put our own flag in our land and announce to the world that we stand up! Don't any of you Want to bully us again! "

Muka was a little excited. Although his actions and voice were still elegant, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

"I like one of your Chinese poets very much. He has a poem called" I love this land. "

"... the land hit by the storm, the river that always surges our grief and anger,... Why do my eyes often contain tears? Because I love this land deeply..."

He recited, just like when he recited "beauty Yu" in mangdian police station, with a gloomy voice and a long breath, as if he was standing on the reader's stage at the moment.

Aoki quietly waited for him to finish reading the poem and said, "your ideal is admirable, but your means are heinous! Have you ever thought about the families destroyed by your drugs?"

"They are to blame. No one forces them to take drugs. Excellent people can get out of the mud without getting infected."

"Just like you?" Aoki sneered.

Muka smiled confidently and stopped talking.

Aoki shook his head and said, "what about those girls? Just for your bullshit ideal, you take them as mice in the laboratory, give them to Wu suoton as gifts, and sell them to prostitution street as prostitutes. This is what you call greatness?"

"Great undertakings always have to be sacrificed. Their lives have been valued because of this, which is much more noble than those who rot in the drunken and golden fans of the city!" muka said.

"No matter how cunning you are, you can't change your essence and wash away your sins." Aoki gently stroked Yu Meimei's hair. "If I didn't meet this, it's just that, but you kidnapped her. Now, your great dream should wake up! Maybe there's still a chance to dream in hell."

"How did you wake me up?" muka held a gun in one hand and pushed his glasses in the other hand. His eyes were full of curiosity. "Now it's me who has a gun in his hand."

"Do you know the name of this pistol? - Smith Wesson M500 - the king of pistols. 0.50 inch caliber, five magnum powerful pistol bullets, the warhead weighs about 22 grams, the muzzle velocity is 602 meters per second, and the muzzle kinetic energy can reach 4109 joules. If you are good at shooting, you can kill a brown bear with one shot. It's enough to kill both of you in such a short distance."

"Oh, I forgot to say. You don't have to worry about its recoil. It's really difficult for ordinary people to shoot with one hand, but I can. I used it to shoot rhinoceros with one hand during my investigation in the African jungle. Therefore, don't doubt the power of the gun and my shooting method."

"Of course, I know you can hypnotize me, make me dream, make me hallucinate, make me think the gun in my hand is a poisonous snake, or let me enter some other illusion. But you know, I have learned this set. Moreover, my mental power is strong enough that I can last 20 minutes under the hypnosis of cuckoo. Even if you are ten times better than him, I still have two minutes to wake up Room. "

"It doesn't take two minutes to kill you. It only takes two seconds. I have a gun in my hand. As long as I have two seconds of consciousness, I can shoot you. No matter how good your hypnosis is, I only need a strong idea like a steel seal. As long as I have two seconds of consciousness, I can pull the trigger."

"In such a short distance, I don't believe you can avoid bullets!"

Muka's hand holding the gun was steady without shaking.

Aoki sighed and asked, "have you seen a TV play?"

"What?" muka was a little puzzled. "Except for the news, I never watch things that waste my life."

Aoki said, "well, actually I don't watch it either. But do you know how most villains die?"

Muka was stunned and asked, "how did you die?"

"Long winded!" Aoki said with a smile, "if you shoot early, you may still have a chance. But you have to talk about your great ideal in front of me, and boast about how powerful your pistol is, so as to show your erudition and ability. Alas... Now you don't have a chance!"

"You only know that you have a firm will and can resist hypnosis and dream, but don't you know that consciousness can not only access brain memory, but also control neural activities in the cerebral cortex through brain waves? I don't need to hypnotize you into dreams. I just need to cut off the connection between your consciousness and motor nerve center, so that you can't give instructions to your muscles. Although this process is better than hypnosis Sleep is slow, but your wordiness gives me enough time. "

"You can try now. Can you pull the trigger?" Aoki said.

Muka's face changed. He immediately gave himself an order to shoot. However, he only saw his hand holding the gun firmly and motionless.

Because of excitement and tension, muka blushed. His glasses slid down from the bridge of his nose, but he couldn't reach out to help.

He watched Aoki take the gun from his hand, and he was still in a funny posture of raising the gun.

Aoki pointed the muzzle of the gun at muka and said to Yu Meimei, "cover your ears." then he muttered, "unfortunately, the recoil force of this gun is too large, otherwise I can teach you to shoot now."

At this time, Aoki felt the slight vibration of the surrounding space, like a huge soap bubble broken.

A peaceful and ethereal voice came: "please look at Dewar's face and let him go!"

"Dewar? Why should I give you face!" Aoki said and pulled the trigger.

Although Yu Meimei covered her ears, she heard a dull and loud noise. She saw muka's chest burst into a big blood flower, and the man and the chair fell back to the ground.

"Eighty one." beauty Yu said softly.