Almighty painter

Chapter 481 Kou Kou
All middle class people have one thing in common. Before their lives plummet like a free fall, they all have the illusion that they are powerful.

I feel that my abilities are very strong, and I also feel that my psychology is very strong.

Strictly speaking, Dan Minming has successfully crossed over from the middle class to become a member of the city's upper class.

The highest peak of the power pyramid was vaguely unveiled to him.

The golden brilliance of power shone on him from the parting clouds.

then.

He mistakenly considered himself to be a member of the "heavenly people".

Maybe he was right.

If Dan Minming is really a ruthless person and can kick Brother Hao to the ground three times, five times and two times, then the chain of interests behind him will naturally collapse.

That sky curtain may really open its arms to him completely.

As a result, their decent and upper-class life fell to pieces in an instant.

Uncle Alai is a man who climbed up bit by bit in the ferocious purgatory of the Golden Triangle where warlords fought, and was beaten out by artillery fire.

So when he fell to the bottom like duckweed, Uncle Alai finally chose to let go, and like duckweed, he chose to be a small concierge in the quiet world.

History always echoes the same melody again and again.

He thought he was a big shot, but deep down he was still the kind of weak middle class who had never experienced the beatings of life and lived in peace and quiet.

Everyone sweeps away the snow in front of their door, preparing to break off their arms and survive.

Dan Minming opened the drawer as if dreaming.

Kou Kou's father was also a giant who was drinking tea in the government building and watching the world with a smile.

The turbulent political struggle in Yangon is like climbing a rock with bare hands.

But the fact is,

The numb one wants to escape, the numb one wants to die.

Dan Minming doesn’t even hate it anymore.

When he found out that he was about to lose, he immediately chose to throw them out as discarded children.

Climb or fall.

If you don’t advance, you will retreat?

He took out the leather holster bag, opened the lock, and pulled out a pistol with an ivory patch.

The golden crown of power was too heavy, and Dan Minming was unable to lift it. However, Uncle Alai, in a painful struggle, chose to say "NO" to the sack of US dollars in cash.

This land is actually very ferocious, but life is not ferocious to him.

When he was dishonorably kicked out of the S.Louis Plaza neighborhood.

No, you have no way out.

In a sense, what happened to Inspector Dan and Lieutenant Colonel Alai was filled with a mysterious and fateful black humor.

Inspector Dan is different.

His last forty years were over, his career as a police inspector was over, and with it his life.

He found it strange that he didn't hate Brother Hao, his boss, or his colleagues who were causing trouble for him.

The world of politicians is much crueler than the world of artists.

I have seen heaven and been to hell.

He was numb.

In another ten years.

If you don’t have the ability, who’s to blame?
If Officer Dan had had the opportunity to chat more with Uncle Alai when he went to the orphanage that day, he might have been filled with emotion at this moment.

therefore.

I have seen the center of power and the ferocity of the world.

This is different from Dan Minming.

Gu Tongxiang has been practicing for a lifetime, but he has never been able to break through that bottleneck. At most, he is just sailing against the current, and he will retreat if he does not advance.

The game of "Win or Die" never gives the loser a decent way down the mountain.

At the crossroads of fate, they all have the opportunity to become "big shots" with unlimited fame. Perhaps in a certain way the world unfolds, Dan Minming has already risen to the top and entered the center of power.

Uncle Alai had already become a general and a powerful military leader.

Have a will like steel.

He is a weak man.

Joining the police force, becoming an official, marrying a rich girl, getting promoted... His whole life went smoothly, just drinking coffee, living in S.Louis Plaza and looking at the coconut trees.

Even the superiors who were originally high-ranking officials tended to support them and had once patted their chests and swore to give assurances.

Faced with failure in life, the biggest grievance is just throwing the wood sculpture and yelling at my wife.

MA-6 pistol produced by Myanmar's local arsenal.

Made in imitation of Ruishi's famous gun Sig Sauer P226, it has an ammunition capacity of 8 rounds and fires 9×19mm Parabellum pistol ammunition.

This gun was a congratulatory gift from a general after he was promoted to powerful police inspector.

It is decorated with exquisite platinum and ivory patches, and his name is engraved in Burmese on the handle.

Not quite legal, but impressive enough.

ironnically.

Dan Minming is no longer a grassroots police officer who needs to be on the front line.

Ever since I got this gun, I have kept it in a holster. Over the years, I have never fired a round.

It's the so-called "good gun" in Star Wars movies.

The first time it shot, it was at itself.

Dan Min moved the hammer numbly, opened the safety, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at his temple.

"After completing this life, enter the city of Nirvana."

He paused and said slowly.

This is the famous return verse left by the eminent monk Shandao 1,500 years ago.

It means that all living beings are suffering, so it is better to end the suffering of reincarnation as soon as possible and enter Nirvana into the pure land of bliss.

90% of the population in Myanmar are Buddhists.

Even senior government officials mostly believe in Buddhism.

Even if you don’t hold a religious belief, practicing Buddhism in Yangon is a good way to get closer to the people.

Various Buddhist rituals are also important social occasions.

Probably when he was a child, he always wanted to attend various interest classes. His daughter who studied art still gave him a certain artistic temperament.

Inspector Dan always clearly thought that he was a rough man.

But when he raised the gun at himself, he actually remembered the Buddhist verses sung by a monk in the Shwedagon Pagoda temple when he was pretending to participate in the water splashing ceremony.

"Don't!"

The pregnant woman next to her was petrified when she saw her husband holding a gun.

Only then did he finally react.

He came screaming and tried to grab the gun.

Dan Minming had always been numb and his mind was in a state of confusion, but when the cold gun pointed at his head.

I still felt an icy chill running from my spine to the back of my neck.

He hesitated for a moment.

My wife had already ran over.

He wanted to stop him, but he didn't resist resolutely. As the two struggled, the pistol fell to the ground.

"Bang! Bang!"

There was a crisp sound like a firecracker exploding, exploding violently in the study room.

Pistols produced by Sig Sauer have always been famous for their exquisite design and durability in harsh ice, snow, sand and dust environments.

However, the military-style pistol it designed has a small flaw, that is, it is prone to collision and misfire, so it is not often used by the police.

This gun is a counterfeit made locally in Myanmar. Maybe the craftsmanship is not as reliable as the original. Just because the ivory patch is affixed does not mean that it is affixed with a quality buff. Plus.

Dan Minming has been living a good life these years. Not only has this gun been rarely fired, but it has also rarely been maintained.

At this time, the gun fell to the ground and went off in an instant.

The brass bullet hit the metal cabinet on one side and refracted several times in the small study space in an instant.

Warheads flew everywhere.

Dan Minming and his wife, who were fighting for each other, were stunned by the sound of shooting.

The two of them stopped moving for a moment, standing in place as if they were sculptures.

half an hour.

The woman screamed and covered her mouth, pointing to the floor——

"Blood."

Only then did Dan Minming feel a burning pain in his calf.

The bullet bounced off the ground and scratched his calf.

Fortunately.

The bullet had already consumed most of its kinetic energy through constant refraction, so the damage was not very serious.

"You are here, don't be stupid again, I will get the medical kit."

The woman stood up, trying to pick up the dropped pistol, and then went to remove the poison potion and gauze.

Bang!
At this moment, the door to the study room rang loudly.

The whole wooden door shook once, then a second time, and this time the door suddenly opened.

The girl in pajamas stood at the door, the slender toe of her right foot still keeping the side kicking motion.

That's Kou Kou.

She was wearing the same pink pajamas she had worn when sleeping on the sofa last night.

The clothes are a little wrinkled and the long hair is a little messy.

The changes at home in the past two days have made Miss Kou Kou, who was usually full of energy, look a little tired.

But she is indeed a good girl with a slender waist and long legs who has learned dance, practiced taekwondo, and taken fencing lessons.

Although when playing tennis, a professional player like Ms. Sakai pushed her down and rubbed her on the ground.

But the thin locked study door at home was kicked open with two feet.

I don’t know either.

How long had she been listening at the door before.

"Kou Kou, go outside, you have nothing to do here. Hurry and get the gauze."

The woman felt that this embarrassing scene was not suitable for children to see.

Wanted her to leave.

"What kind of gauze should I use? He wants to die. Let him die."

Kou Kou stepped into the study.

She is a girl with a charming figure and a cheerful smile, with white-pink skin, pink girly clothes that she likes to wear, and the smell of commonly used perfume and shower gel on her body.

The whole person is bright, soft, and has a hint of naughtiness.

Walking on campus, one always feels like a beautiful blooming mountain peach rose with small, non-pricking thorns.

The pink and tender girl stood in the room, with a faint fragrance still lingering on her body, but there was no smile at all on her face.

She stared at her father and then at the pistol on the ground.

"Look at your cowardly appearance. Are you going to enter the Nirvana City? Do you want to enter the Paradise after death? You deserve it. What kind of Bodhisattva can save someone like you?" She sneered.

Although the daughter has never been a good girl, she often makes her father furious.

Inspector Kedan dotes on his precious daughter.

In addition, I felt I owed something to my ex-wife, so I always held Kou Kou in my hands.

But now he was distracted, and his injured calf was still in burning pain.

He was stabbed in a painful place again.

He got angry and slapped Kou Kou hard on the face.

"Go away, how dare you talk to your father like that."

"Dan Minming, what are you doing! Don't take it out on Kou Kou, it's not her--" The woman next to her saw this and wanted to run over to dissuade her.

Kou Kou stopped the other party as soon as she stretched out her hand.

The girl was already fair and pink, but even when her father was furious, he did not stop his hand. With this solid slap, a red handprint appeared on Kou Kou's face instantly.

Even the lips were scratched a little.

But she didn't even frown and stood there without evading.

"Hit, come on, keep beating. What's the point of yelling at your wife? Who can't slap your daughter? If you can beat me to death today, I will think more highly of you!"

"Go on, use your true abilities."

She stared at her father condescendingly, her eyes sarcastic.

After slapping his daughter, Inspector Dan regretted it, and Kou Kou's eyes were really stubborn and scary.

Staring at him fiercely.

Instead, he was cornered and a little at a loss.

"Want to commit suicide? Come."

Dad is scared.

Miss Kou Kou refused to give up.

The girl walked over, picked up the pistol from the floor, and skillfully pulled the slide to make sure that the misfire did not damage the pistol's bolt mechanism, and that the next bullet had been loaded normally.

She pushed the pistol on the table.

"You are all crazy today!" The aunt next to me was stunned.

"Don't stop him. He's dead. I'll take care of you." Kou Kou scolded the stepmother next to her and pushed the pistol over. "Come on, don't hit your temple. I remember an uncle in the bureau said before, commit suicide." Hitting the temple won't necessarily kill you immediately, it's too painful. Putting the gun into the throat and hitting it from the top up will definitely kill you with one blow."

"Let's do it."

She pushed the newly fired pistol into her father's arms.

Dan Minming looked at the pistol.

Stayed for two seconds.

He pushed the pistol back again as if he was electrocuted.

Ninety-nine percent of people in the world choose to commit suicide to escape because of a sudden impulse. They regret it as soon as they jump from a building.

It's a pity that jumping off a building is not skipping a rope. There is no regret medicine to take. You can't stop jumping just because you jump halfway and don't want to.

There is great terror between life and death.

The fear of having just raised his gun and brushing against death almost completely occupied his mind.

Even if his wife doesn't come to rob him, he may not have the courage to pull the trigger.

"But if I were you, instead of seeking death on your own in the study room, it would be better to take a gun and go to the Xihe Guild Hall to fight Brother Hao. Then when my younger brother and sister are born in the future, I can still tell him that my father died like a An upright man.”

"Anyway, you feel that your life is not important anymore. If you happen to be able to kill Brother Hao, you will be doing a great thing for this city."

Dan Minming slumped back on his chair and covered his head.

Kou Kou has always been a sharp-tongued girl, and she is as sarcastic as a little hammer, and her every word gets to the heart.

And he was never a brave father.

Not only do I not have the courage to live.

In fact, I don’t even have the courage to face death.

Even his daughter knows this better than himself.

"You don't want to die anymore?"

Koko waited for a few seconds and saw that her father was still sitting there blankly without responding, so she calmly said to herself, "Okay, then let's talk about how we should live."

(End of this chapter)