Almighty painter

Chapter 556 Hug
He uncapped the bottle of red wine and took a gentle sniff.

"But...it's not even fermented wine. It's added with additives. This business is very unethical."

"What do you think, Mr. Wu?"

Wu Qinlai turned her head and stared at this lunatic who seemed to be appreciating red wine.

He opened his mouth, ready to yell and tell him to get away before he went crazy.

only……

I don't know what he saw from the scar on the other person's cheek, the slightly lame foot, or the little finger with a missing part when holding the red wine glass.

The depths of Wu Qinlai's pupils suddenly contracted.

The mouth that was originally open closed again.

Only the hand holding the gun was shaking slightly.

He seemed to be hesitating.

Wu Qinlai wanted to turn the gun around and point it at the unknown guest, but she was worried that the young man and woman behind the bar would take this opportunity to run away.

"Brother Hao has been famous for a short time. The time when he was making a good living in this city was after I was imprisoned. So, Mr. Dahuo and I have never actually met. It's really a pity."

"Of course, it's hard to say who is regretful and who is lucky between the two of us. After all, it's not easy for me to see him now. Back then, even Brother Hao wanted to see me, but there was no way."

Is this person sick?
Even Miao Angwen, who was standing next to him, was so numb from the pain that he almost laughed out loud after hearing what this person said.

Who is Brother Hao?

Brother Hao is the godfather of the underground world who has the final say in the entire city.

Maybe the mayor's words are not as useful as Brother Hao's.

Even when Koko's father was at the peak of his power, he might not have the courage to act like this in front of Brother Hao.

"Brother Hao wants to see me, but there is no way."

Who the hell are you?
He wanted to laugh.

Wu Qinlai didn't smile at all.

Few people know who Brother Hao is.

Even among his closest subordinates, very few people know what Brother Hao's real name is.

Miao Aung Win didn't know.

But Wu Qinlai knew it.

Yes.

"Dahuo" - this is the name given to Haoge by his parents.

Many Burmese names become strange when translated.

The famous Brother Hao has this somewhat rustic name.

In fact.

This name is not as tacky as many people imagine.

On the contrary, it is quite charming.

His parents asked a monk in the temple to give him this name, not because they hoped he would become an idol when he grew up.

It's not like he gets angry often.

Instead, he had extremely high hopes for him as he was weak and sickly when he was a child.

Fire.

This is the name of one of the twenty-eight constellations in the sky.

Also called Heart.

The ancient text "Er Ya Shi Tian" says: The great fire is the heart, which is the brightest among all things, so it controls the time.

A big fire is a big star.

Wu Qinlai looked at the man closely, various thoughts flashing through her mind quickly.

"Observation, yes, being good at observation is important. Just like what you are doing now. I don't know if Brother Hao is really as powerful and omniscient as the legend says."

"No one in the world truly knows everything, but I'll just believe those urban legends for now."

Uncle Alai actually shrugged his shoulders.

"If the legend is even remotely credible, then you may have already investigated me and have a general idea of ​​who I am. There is no need for me to introduce myself."

Without waiting for Wu Qinlai to answer, he smiled and said, "Well, why don't I introduce you to you."

"What do you want to say? You followed me. I tell you, I know your military experience, it's impressive, but... to be honest..."

Wu Qinlai frowned even more deeply, and the blue veins on her fingers bulged out little by little.

"Hey! Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I won't get close to you. Be careful of accidental discharge. I said, the focus now is not on me, but on you."

Uncle Alai waved his hand, signaling the other party to rest assured.

"CALM DOWN, OK?"

"Don't worry, we've never met before, and I don't mean to follow you on purpose. There's really no need."

"I just learned your name from the kid lying on the ground making these threats. We are both workers working as assistants for others. How could there be any deep hatred between us? When the KGB and CIA's streetlight-dropping and scalping teams met each other in the Berlin tunnels, they still left a way out and didn't shoot if they could."

(Note: This was a common joking name used by civilian staff in the intelligence analysis departments of the spy departments of both sides during the Cold War to refer to frontline agents who were out on missions.)
"As young people like to say nowadays, workers don't make things difficult for workers. To you, I am harmless."

Uncle Alai smiled.

To be honest, it's a pretty kind smile.

But Wu Qinlai knew that the other party had once burned a drug truck worth hundreds of millions of dollars belonging to a senior official after a disagreement.

Instead, Alai made the other person who was laughing even more nervous.

I don't understand this route.

think about it.

This is also something that is easy to understand.

It's like if you saw someone in a bank with a gun, demanding a ransom, a truck, or a helicopter.

Oh.

This is a normal bank robbery.

But have you ever seen a particularly vicious person holding up an AK47, shooting into the sky, while smiling at the TV camera and explaining the ideals of love and peace?

Is this the clown out on the street?

The less you understand the other person's train of thought, the more anxious you will feel.

This is the case now.

It was obvious that Wu Qinlai was the only one holding a gun in the field.

But he looked even more panicked than Uncle Alai.

"I'm just saying what I see in you - a sense of disconnection." Uncle Alai raised the wine glass in his hand, "Just like this bottle of red wine with the wrong detergent label."

"I saw a helpless man holding a weapon he couldn't use."

"Glock 17GEN3, net weight of empty gun is 625 grams, police version with 10 rounds of magazine capacity, uses 9mm Parabellum bullets. The light here is a bit dim, and it's hard to see clearly, but from my distance, the one in your hand should be a pure imported high-end product from Austria, not a product rolled out of a production line in some strange place. Brother Hao has good taste in guns."

"You don't know how much I couldn't understand those drug dealers who liked to plate gold, inlay jade, or paste ivory on their clothes during the years when I was a drug enforcement officer. They were heavy, slippery, and not easy to use. It was just funny."

Uncle Alai's tone sounded a bit nostalgic and a bit sad.

"This gun has a low failure rate and low recoil. It can be used by civilians or women. It's really good. Maybe the one in your hand came from my old unit."

"After all, in the entire country, even if all the big warlords are counted, there are only a few troops that can be equipped with a full set of purely imported weapons and equipment."

"The gun is a good gun, but the question is, do you understand the gun in your hand?"

He asked with a smile. "It's enough to kill people."

Wu Qinlai gritted her teeth and spoke in as ferocious a voice as possible.

"No, no, no, you're wrong. This is a common misunderstanding. Many people think that going to the battlefield is just about pulling the trigger at a figure. This is a completely rabble-rousing, guerrilla-like fighting style. With this style of fighting, many times, both sides would pour tens of thousands of bullets into the other side's mountains and forests like water. When they come back to count the numbers, it's possible that the only person injured on either side is someone who accidentally sprained his ankle while going down the mountain."

"To be a real killing machine, you need a lot of knowledge and experience. If you want to be Rambo, you have to be an elite veteran of the Vietnam War."

Uncle Alai continued laughing.

"For example, I can tell you that the initial velocity of the pistol in your hand is 381 meters per second, and the kinetic energy is 501 joules, assuming that you are not using any special bullets. It can easily penetrate at least 30mm of wood, and at a good angle of incidence, it can penetrate 50mm."

"So you said that those two kids were useless even if they hid behind the bar."

"That's true, but only half true."

Uncle Alai waved his hand.

"I'm afraid you don't know and may make a wrong judgment, so as a professional, I really need to explain it to you clearly."

"It's no problem to penetrate. But in this case, the bullet that penetrates the wood will become unstable and tumble violently in an instant as its warhead configuration changes. The trajectory is completely unpredictable. This is why, during a hostage rescue mission, shooting through the car window is not allowed until the last minute."

"Because it's uncontrollable, you don't know what you're going to hit. You're aiming for the criminal's head, but you might hit his chest, or even the hostage's head."

"I think, without Brother Hao's permission, Mr. Wu? Ask yourself, do you really dare to shoot?"

The corner of Wu Qinlai's eye twitched.

He knew that the other party had directly pointed out the crux of the problem.

Brother Hao has a mysterious liking for Gu Weijing.

Treat him like the finest koi from Lake Biwa that he keeps in a big fish tank.

This is also why there was such a chaotic situation just now.

At most, he only dared to fire at the ceiling.

That's why they don't dare to shoot them in the legs.

He has no confidence in himself.

He could accept not hitting anyone, he could even accept hitting Koko, but what if the shot killed Gu Weijing.

Secretary Wu is not quite sure.

After returning, will Brother Hao also make him erect?

"Besides, it's no problem to shoot through the wooden board of the bar, but there are a lot of pipes, bottles, and so on under the bar. The penetration of 9mm bullets in liquids is very poor. As long as they are clear-headed, your gun will not cause any real harm to them."

Uncle Alai said calmly, "So I say, there's no point in scaring children, right?"

Behind the bar.

Gu Weijing, who was hiding there, listened to the confrontation between two people outside.

His heart moved slightly.

Suddenly, he understood.

Uncle Alai wasn't actually saying this to Wu Qinlai, he was reminding himself.

"Go inside and there's an ice machine in the corner."

Gu Weijing patted Koko's shoulder and whispered in her earlobe.

The housing of the ice machine is made entirely of metal.

He felt that it should be the safest place here.

Koko nimbly crawled to the corner, pressed hard against the wall behind her, then turned around and stretched out her arms.

"come over."

She opened her mouth and said.

"Come to my sister's bowl." She smiled and said softly in the style of the lines in the old Hong Kong martial arts novels that Old Gu liked the most: "Heroic sons and daughters, in an emergency, they acted according to the rules to save people, so please don't blame me, young man."

Damn it.

What is this line when Zhang Wuji tickles Zhao Min's feet in the dungeon?
Martial arts novels and old Hong Kong films were once popular throughout Asia, and it seems that it was not only our own old man Gu who read a lot of them.

Gu Weijing couldn't help but complain in his heart.

He hesitated and hesitated for a moment.

Koko had already hooked him over with her foot and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The two of them huddled together, trying their best to hide their bodies behind the small ice machine behind the bar.

It was not the first time that Gu Weijing was hugged by Koko, nor was it the first time that he was hugged by a girl.

but.

He never imagined that one day, he would be hugged by a girl while being pointed at a gun outside.

He had never imagined it.

one day.

He would hug Koko so tightly.

The two people were like two sardines in a can, or a few thick winter coats that were forced and kicked into a mini backpack by their owner.

You squeeze me and I squeeze you.

This was the warmest hug he had ever received in his life.

It wouldn't have happened before.

Probably it will be difficult to reproduce in the future.

The safe world in the world is just a projection of an ice machine, so small that it can only accommodate two arms tightly pressed together.

Gu Weijing faced Koko, half kneeling and half lying on his stomach.

He could feel Koko's arms around his neck, her calves wrapped around the back of his knees, her whole body wrapped around him like a koala.

What is puzzling is.

Such a small space, such a tight hug.

However, Gu Weijing did not feel the oppression and suffocation at all.

It’s weird.

He knew that the cold and damp behind the ice machine was not a good place to feel the beauty.

When someone is pointing a gun at you outside, it is not a moment to feel romantic.

But Gu Weiji was able to remember this moment.

I couldn't help but be distracted.

This is different from the feeling of Katsuko Sakai's hug.

Shengzi has countless advantages. Everything about her is soft. Being held by her is like being immersed in a sea of ​​strawberry-flavored marshmallows.

You feel the whole person.

The body, mind, and even the soul were all absorbed and devoured.

The whole person is endlessly relaxed, thinking of nothing and doing nothing.

Koko is different.

Koko's hug is like that which is extremely fine, full of velvet texture, but with colorful multi-colored sand.

Her arms were dry.

It is also enthusiastic.

(End of this chapter)