In the face of hot weapons, not everyone has the courage to rush forward with cold weapons. Without firm faith and the spirit of self-sacrifice, the fear caused by death will be infinitely magnified. More than a dozen gang members in strange costumes seemed to have been pressed on the pause button. They did not dare to make any major movements for fear of causing misunderstandings and being killed by a bullet.
Mad Dog Wesson also stopped. He felt that his heart was beating crazily at an unprecedented speed and intensity. When he faced tens of thousands of enemies alone, he was not as panicked as he was now!
Well, he lied. His biggest record was being beaten one-on-two, but he was very good at exaggerating his abilities and results, so some people always believed that he was a tough guy.
At this time, Wesson had only one thought in his mind. Compared to his own "mad dog", the three guys opposite were mad dogs, right? Although this is not the center of the city, it is still next to the city center! The nature of the use of firearms here definitely exceeds the nature of the use of firearms in the suburbs and countryside. They won't shoot, right? Definitely not, they are just bluffing, trying to scare themselves!
While cheering himself up, he tried his best to control his trembling legs and tighten his sphincter muscles to prevent the surging urge to pee from staining his favorite pants.
One drop.
Weisen swore that only a drop of liquid squeezed out uncontrollably. At the moment when he was about to say something serious to maintain his dignity, his face suddenly heated up, and the guy in front of him shook his head back, He collapsed on his back. He fell to the ground with a bang, and the dull sound of falling to the ground was like a hand penetrating his chest and pinching his heart.
The brief confusion of neurons caused the sphincter to lose control. Not only did he urinate, but there was also a more powerful desire to urinate.
He stretched out his hand and wiped his face. The wet and wet hair had a faint fishy smell, and the bright red color was particularly dazzling under the dim street lights.
Snapped!
The two people beside Du Lin advanced alternately, their raised arms motionless. Every gunshot took away a gang member who had not yet reacted. When they could see Wesson, Wesson could also see them - Zhongyuan Everyone who was standing has fallen down.
The air was as heavy as concrete blocks. A door on the street was slowly pushed open. The surprise in Wesen's heart, which could barely stand while holding on to the wall, exploded completely, filling his whole body.
If there is help and there are witnesses, these mad dogs won't beat themselves to death, right
However, the next moment, he watched dumbfounded as the young man who came out of the door dragged the body on the road in. The action was efficient and fast. It only took less than two minutes, and none of the dozen companions were left. At this time, some girls came out with buckets, washed away the blood on the ground, rushed it into the sewer, and cleaned up the ground with brushes.
Weisen, who could no longer control his body, sat down on the ground. He was so frightened that he didn't even notice that he was sitting on something warm.
Du Lin walked up to Weisen. He was a little embarrassed. His windbreaker had been thrown away somewhere, and the buttons of his shirt were roughly torn open. His shoes were gone and his feet were bare. The only thing that might have been intact were his pants.
He stood condescendingly in front of Wesson, his eyes rolled downward, and he looked at Wesson with his peripheral vision at the bottom of his vision.
"Is there irresolvable hatred between us?" Dulin asked calmly, "So that you need so many people... to hunt me down?"
The sound of bang bang bang was particularly clear in the quiet midnight. Weisen's teeth collided with each other. He shook his head quickly and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, "No, no! Listen to me explain, between us There is no irresolvable hatred in my life, I just want... I want...", his eyes rolled rapidly, like a mental patient during a mental illness, "I just admire a big shot like you and want to meet you. That’s all!”
There was a hint of hope in his timid tone, and he felt that his explanation was correct.
Du Lin tilted his head slightly and thought for a moment. He slowly let go of the wrist of his right hand with his left hand hanging in front of him. He raised his right hand, and the young man beside him put the pistol in his hand.
"What's your name?" Dulin asked.
"Wesson, my name is Mr. Wesson!"
A smile appeared on Dulin's face, and Weisen suddenly felt that the smile was so warm and dazzling. He would be fine, right? It should be, otherwise why would he smile at me? Isn't a smile a symbol of friendliness? Weisen also laughed stupidly, and changed from sitting down to kneeling with a flattering smile to show his weakness and surrender.
Du Lin asked with a smile: "I remember not seeing you nearby when I entered the Grand Theater. Can you tell me how you found me?"
This is a very important question. If you can be found at any time and anywhere, this means two possibilities. The first possibility is that you have become a public figure, so as long as you are exposed to the public eye, you will be noticed and paid attention to. But what he is doing now has not reached this level, so it is not possible. The second possibility is that someone is watching you, but you don't notice it, which is what makes you even more angry. No one likes to be watched, so he wanted to ask how this guy found him.
Du Lin's memory was not bad. At this time, he had completely remembered who this guy was, but he did not speak.
Weisen betrayed the car washer's personal information to Dulin without any reservation. He himself deeply hated this guy. If it hadn't been for the car washer, he would not have suffered the misfortune tonight. If he could leave alive, no, he would definitely leave alive. He would make that guy look good tomorrow!
Dulin got the answer he wanted, and what he wanted to know came to fruition. He smiled and nodded to Wesson who was kneeling on the ground, "I think I understand, then good night, Mr. Wesson!"
The inexplicable greetings prevented Wesson from turning around. He nodded repeatedly and said good night and blessings, hoping that this damn encounter would end as soon as possible.
Under the dusk light, on the side of the road, one person was kneeling and the other stood. The light didn't seem to like these two people. It didn't leave any light on them. Only two black shadows could be seen in the full light.
The standing man raised his arm, holding a gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger as the kneeling man begged.
The machine spring pushed the kinetic energy nozzle of the pistol, and the hot gas compressed to the extreme spurted out from the kinetic energy chamber, pushing a sharp hollow bullet to spin and spray out in the barrel of the gun. The special shape of the bullet allows it to spin at an extremely fast speed and fly in a relatively straight trajectory even after it leaves the barrel of the gun. Until the tip of the bullet penetrates a thin layer of skin and fat, and a small layer of Muscle tissue, biting into bone.
People say skulls are hard, but sometimes that doesn't make sense. Cracks began to spread outward from the point where the bullet contacted the skull. The kinetic energy of the bullet did not decrease at all, and it was still rotating forward. Just because it encountered the obstruction of the bone, the hollow bullet had some deformations. The next second, the hard skull could no longer stop the blunt bullet and completely split...
Dulin handed the pistol to the person next to him, glanced at Wesson, who was lying on the ground with a pool of radioactive blood behind him, and shook his head slightly and turned around.
"Find the car washman. If he is a Provincial or an Ogdin, send him to see the river god. If he is a Guart, let him accept the trial of the late king!"
Wesson's body moved. A young man grabbed one of his legs and dragged him into the store. Then the skilled girls cleaned up the blood on the ground in a very short time, as if nothing had happened. .
On the other side of the city, the car washer returned home happily holding a bottle of fruit wine. Sometimes he would go for a drink, but only one drink. His income could not support his happy drinking. But today, it was different. Not only did he give the cheap and skilled woman a dollar, but he also bought back most of the unfinished bottle of fruit wine. This was something that he had never dared to think about before. It was too luxurious. He opened the door, took off his clothes in the dim light, threw them on the shabby sofa, and put the fruit wine on the table.
Thinking about today's "income" with some satisfaction, he hummed a little song that his mother taught him.
"Are you back? You came back quite late today. Do you want me to heat up the food for you?" His wife walked out of the bedroom, making the already small living room seem a bit popular, but also a bit crowded.
I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol. The car washer watched his wife, who was only wearing pajamas, gradually breathing heavily. He pounced on his wife like a wolf looking for prey and pressed his wife on the table.
For women... forget it, women are too complicated to find their excitement points through their pale senses.
For men, money and power are undoubtedly the best aphrodisiacs. Although it is only five yuan, it is enough.
Early the next morning, before dawn, the car washer woke up from his sleep and glanced at his wife beside him, frowned, rubbed his head and turned over to sit up. After he opened the window and put on his clothes, he looked back at his wife, feeling that he must have done something stupid. He patted his forehead with his palm, changed his clothes and prepared to go out to work. Just when he opened the door completely, the car washer who was not yet fully awake only saw two and a half-year-old children. Then his head hurt and he lost consciousness.
(End of chapter)