Almighty painter

Chapter 555 Confrontation
Koko felt that her part-time job these days was like a magician who went to the circus to perform a farce.

The kind that would cause a series of performance accidents as soon as they go on stage.

A magician who performs his tricks less successfully.

She was wearing a funny performance costume studded with peacock feathers while fighting with all kinds of stupid, silly, disobedient monkeys, brown bears and tigers.

Waving a small whip, he drove them to roll and jump through the fire ring.

Try to pull a dove out of an empty hat.

In the midst of the chaos.

She looked at the audience with a smile and stretched out her small iron box and shook it.

"Oh, oh, ladies and gentlemen, there was a small accident just now. The big wild boar that was disobedient and wanted to jump onto the stage was chased away by me with my baton. Don't panic, as long as you don't rush onto the stage, you won't be in danger of being beaten. But overall, the show is still pretty good... Hey, hey, hey, that guest, even if the show is not good, you still have to give the tip."

Tired of heart!

Life is not easy, Koko snorted.

but.

A beggar has three days of good luck. Even the most inexperienced magician will eventually find a day when he can perform a great trick.

Such as now.

It's like magic that moves with the thoughts.

Koko just casually glanced at the audience... and she saw the most wonderful mental magic in the world.

What did she see?
She saw the goblet, spinning and flying towards Miao Angwen from the stage!

It actually flies very fast.

Even if comparing it to a baseball thrown by an ace pitcher is a little bit of an exaggeration, the whole process happened in an instant.

but.

Koko really loved this scene.

So later.

Every time Miss Koko recalls what happened that night.

When she thought of this section, she felt that the goblet flying in the air was like a slow-motion scene captured by the camera.

It was spinning and spinning in the air.

The colorful swaying laser spotlights between the bar and the stage hit the glass wall, diffusing a rainbow-like glow.

The spilled wine and water droplets dragged out a long parabolic arc around it, and those crystal liquid spots, floating in the air against the law of gravity, wrapped around the cocktail glass.

They were drowned by the diffused light from the wine glass, as if—

Countless bubbles of different sizes blown out from colorful bubble gum.

Bang! Crash~
A heavy hit.

The crystal cup hit Miao Angwen's nose heavily.

"Fuck——"

He was stunned by the blow.

Miao Angwen was pulled by the severe pain and subconsciously wanted to bend down and cover his face with his hands.

Ugh.

Koko felt a little regretful.

The cocktail glasses in this shabby bar seem to be of pretty good quality.

It didn't explode on Miao Angwen's nose, but bounced and fell on the white marble tiles of the piano table, then broke into pieces.

The only drawback is that it lacks some beauty.

She stepped forward, exerting force on her waist and straightening her calves.

A high front kick, like a standing split, hit Miao Angwen's chin as he just bent down.

Bang! There was a sound.

The kick was really fast and hard.

She has learned Taekwondo!

Make sense.

In traditional martial arts, kicks this high are rarely used except in performance events.

Firstly, it is a problem of flexibility. Secondly, a kick this high and too large a movement makes it difficult to hit the target. In actual combat, if the opponent reacts quickly, he can easily grab your leg. In addition, the open goal is too large.

Its actual effect in the octagon is not as good as some low kicks.

but.

Koko learns everything carelessly.

She also incorporated some basic knowledge of ballet kicks into this.

"Well, I've wanted to do this for a long time."

The girl hummed in her heart with excitement.

Miss Koko believes in keeping one’s word.

A spit is a nail.

We agreed that I would kick you to the ground, so I absolutely cannot change it to slapping you twice.

She was proud of her cleverness in wearing a base layer under her performance clothes.

Kick straight ahead, kick vertically, kick sideways.

You can kick the ball however you like without worrying about the risk of exposing yourself.

Although she slightly supported the piano next to her, she actually did this movement while wearing high heels!
"I'm so awesome!"

This time Miao Angwen did not curse.

He looked like a monkey jumping through a ring of fire with garlic under its feet.

Miao Angwen didn't even hum a word, he just fell backwards off the piano table, enjoying a peaceful sleep like a baby, and dreamed of his great-grandmother.

"Brother Miao!"

"Anumadha (Burmese)."

"Fuck, this girl is fierce."

"Fuck, fuck this little bitch..."

"Don't worry about that. Go see how Brother Miao is doing. Call an ambulance. Call an ambulance quickly."

In an instant.

The audience was already in chaos.

But Koko ignored all this.

She laughed so happily, as if she didn't care at all what was happening around her.

Koko ran over excitedly, squatted beside the piano, and stretched out her hand to the people below the stage.

"Young man, the wind is blowing hard, the wind is blowing hard, come and hold onto my hand, I'm going to run away with you!"
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Gu Weijing felt very confused.

There was the sound of wind, scolding, and wine bottles breaking in his ears.

Miao Angwen's subordinates were screaming something, the boss was screaming something, the guests were screaming something, and even the women who worked here were screaming something.

Everyone was shouting.

The whole world is like a circus on fire.

Every animal was shouting as loudly as it could, trying to attract attention to its voice.

But none of this matters.

The whole world was quiet again, as if the mute button was pressed.

Except for the girl in front of him holding his hand and fluttering in a red skirt, everything seemed to be just noise.

The peacock feathers are fluttering.

Koko jumped onto the small bar next to her with joy, and threw the high-heeled shoe in her left hand hard on the face of one of Miao Angwen's younger brothers.

The peacock feathers are fluttering.

Koko pulled open one side of the silk guardrail and motioned Gu Weijing to go through with her.

The peacock feathers are fluttering.

Koko picked up a half-empty bottle on the bar, and threw it backwards as if she had eyes on her back, hitting the face of a green-haired man who was trying to grab Gu Weijing's collar. She even had time to kick a greasy customer who was trying to touch the butt of the female bartender who was hiding in the corner with her ears covered while running past.

And while doing all this.

Koko still held his hand tightly.

A crisp singing voice came from the wind, as if a pool of clear water was flowing past my ears.

There were tiny, bell-like giggles, as if the water was swirling against the rocks.

She is such a crazy girl.

Only then did Gu Weijing realize that in the midst of all the noise, Koko was even humming a song at this moment.

He couldn't help but laugh along.

"Oh!"

Until a sharp and clanging sound.

It was like the sound of a large firecracker suddenly exploding.

It was as if a huge soundproof barrier could not withstand the power of the loud explosion and was torn apart in an instant.

The noise around him once again rushed into Gu Weijing's brain.

First there were a few screams.

Then, in an instant, there were continuous screams, not only from women, but also from men.

Gu Weijing was stunned for a moment.

He didn't react what happened.

But Koko next to him reacted much faster than Gu Weijing.

A girl from a police family.

Koko obviously reacted immediately and figured out what the sound was.

She did not run towards the employee passage which was only a dozen meters away but had no obstructions, but instead pulled Gu Weijing.

"Lower your head."

She pushed him back into the bar of the bartender who had just passed by, and hid inside herself.

That was the sound of gunfire.

After 1988, Myanmar was a gun-banning country in principle.

But.

Reality is always the antonym of principle.

Myanmar, Vietnam, Thailand and other Southeast Asian countries are all prone to gun infestation, and many people even choose these countries as travel destinations just for the sake of guns.

but.

anyway.

This kind of thing also depends on the region.

Although the Golden Triangle region has been plagued by fighting and infighting among various warlords, the problem has existed for decades.

But overall, the gun ownership rate among Myanmar's people is several orders of magnitude lower than that of its neighbor Thailand.

After all, Yangon was the capital of Myanmar for a very long time.

It may even be the most important metropolis in the entire country.

Even in a place like the bar and red-light district where all kinds of people mix.

suddenly.

It's still scary if someone could pull out a gun.

It is also a very deterrent thing.

Anyone who sees this scene would feel scared, and it's not surprising that the man started screaming.

"Quiet."

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Wu Qinlai held a pure black pistol in his hand and fired three shots at the ceiling. One bullet shattered a laser spotlight above his head.

Glass shards flew everywhere.

Except for a few women who couldn't help sobbing, the whole bar became surprisingly quiet.

Wu Qinlai pointed the gun at the bar in front of her.

"Calm down, don't be nervous, and don't make a fuss. I don't want to make a big deal out of this. I've bought all the drinks tonight. Now, everyone who has nothing to do with you, please get out. Don't run, walk, and walk slowly."

"If you understand, you can leave."

Like being pardoned.

Half a minute later.

The audience in the bar who had watched the show all night seemed to have finally found a way to escape from this burning circus.

All ran away.

Even the bar owner with the round felt hat was gone.

"Don't move. Stand up slowly from the bar. Put your hands where I can see them—"

After Wu Qinlai finished speaking, she pointed the gun at the bartender counter where Gu Weijing and Koko were hiding.

"——Don't run around, be smart. Theoretically I don't want to hurt you, but running around is not the same thing. You can't leave now. You have to go back with me to see Brother Hao, and he will decide how to deal with this."

Secretary Wu glanced toward the piano table.

Miao Angwen was still lying there dead.

It can be said that the Shamatte high school students are unreliable, or it can be said that they still have some brains.

A gunshot rang out.

They may also know that things have gotten serious and this is no longer just a normal drinking fight and playing with girls.

Many of them followed the previous guests and ran straight to the bathroom.

There were only two or three left, still surrounding Miao Angwen, seemingly wanting to check on him.

Someone grabbed a cocktail from the hundreds of cocktails nearby and splashed it on Miao Angwen's face.

He finally woke up faintly.

As soon as Miao Angwen woke up, he rolled on the ground, covering his fingers without paying attention to his chin.

"Ah, ah, my fingers are broken! My hand is broken! Kill them, Wu Qinlai, kill them both for me. Shoot, shoot!"

He seemed to be groaning, but also to be roaring.

Wu Qinlai was too lazy to pay attention to Miao Angwen's orders.

but.

He did notice that the posture of Miao Angwen's right middle finger and index finger was a bit strange. It was probably because they happened to hit the ground when he was kicked off the piano by Koko.

It's unclear whether it's twisted or dislocated.

He didn't really care whether Miao Angwen was in pain or not, but he didn't know whether this situation would affect the other party's subsequent painting.

Wu Qinlai understood that Brother Hao asked him to be Miao Angwen's assistant so that he could keep an eye on him for Brother Hao.

It turned out like this.

Secretary Wu's heart was also filled with a layer of gloom and ruthlessness.

"Hey! Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I said? Stand up, immediately. Don't challenge my patience." Wu Qinlai saw that there was still no movement behind the bar, and shook her wrist impatiently: "Have you watched too many TV dramas and think that such a thin layer of wood can withstand bullets? Don't be ridiculous. And if you are waiting for the police, don't bother."

"I don't know if any of the guests just now called the police, but I have already made a warning. The police car will not arrive within the next twenty minutes at least. Come out, don't force me to drive--"

"Hey, there's no need to scare little kids there."

Someone said lightly.

Wu Qinlai frowned and turned her head away.

Only then did he realize that not all the guests had left through the main door in the chaos. Some had pulled up a chair and were sitting at the door with their arms and legs spread out like door gods.

The other person lowered his head and didn't look at him.

Instead, he casually picked up the bottle of wine that had just been opened by a customer on the booth next to him and started looking at it, as if he was studying the French on the label.

"Learning to observe is a very useful skill. For example, this bottle of wine has a wrong word printed on the French description. The fragrance of the light perfume in the description was strangely translated as the smell of toilet detergent (note). It immediately looked weird."

(Note: Toilet, restroom, dressing, perfume, these words are all formed from the word toilette in French.)
"Well, I don't expect it to actually be from Burgundy."

(End of this chapter)