Almighty painter

Chapter 557 Crisis Resolved
For a few seconds.

Gu Weijing subconsciously wanted to dodge and hide to the side, just like he did just now, squatting on the other side of the bar.

There is no need to hug each other like this.

How likely is it that Wu Qinlai would fire randomly before Uncle Alai restrained him?
What are the chances that he will be in the period again?

Then the unlucky ones will be hit by flying bullets?

"Multiplying the two coefficients, this shouldn't be a very large number. The probability of being hit by a bullet is at least not greater than the possibility that Lao Gu secretly feeds Awang less food and he jumps out and punches him. Hmm... it's still quite dangerous when you think about it. To use another example, it shouldn't be more dangerous than crossing a road with your eyes closed and encountering a dump truck."

All kinds of thoughts went through Gu Weijing's mind.

he knows.

The real reason he wanted to make such a decision had nothing to do with probability, and it had nothing to do with gunmen, Awang or dump trucks.

It has nothing to do with courage or danger.

It has only to do with human morality.

Gu Weijing is not a saintly person or a rigid moral gentleman who strictly observes the boundaries between men and women.

When necessary.

Master Meng even talked about it in ancient Chinese literature: my sister-in-law fell into the water.

At this moment.

If the brother-in-law next to him was still sticking to the rules between men and women and acting shy at this time, he would be considered not a human being at all.

But just like when discussing paintings, the ultimate discussion can never be avoided——

This is a proposition about the heart.

If your heart is not moved.

It is just like the scene in "The New Shaolin Five Ancestors" where Jet Li's thick-browed and big-eyed Hong Xiguan sucked out the toxin from Qiu Shuzhen's wound caused by a dart.

He was so upright and dignified.

It's just short of having the words "gentleman" written on his face.

But if your heart is beating like a drum.

Dry mouth, sweat on the tip of nose.

I was surrounded by the girl's scent, and my arms were so tense that I didn't know where to put them.

Then even if it's just an inadvertent eye contact.

He has a sense of shame about his own lack of loyalty.

Emotionally.

Gu Weijing is by no means a person with a big standard.

Just like the moment when I confirmed my relationship with Shengzi.

In front of her, he honestly deleted all the chat records he had with Mona over the past ten years, from childhood to adulthood.

although.

He knew those were good, memorable memories.

although.

He also knew that Katsuko Sakai might not care about any of this at all.

Gu Weijing did it anyway.

Because he knows himself.

Because he knew very well that when it came to feelings, Gu Weijing was not as decisive and resolute as he appeared to be.

in contrast.

He is a very procrastinating and fussy person.

This is Gu Weijing’s personality.

and so.

He was particularly careful not to leave himself any room for hesitation or delay.

When I was chatting with Mr. Sloth, I made it very clear.

Love is not ordering food at a restaurant.

Today the chef serves you the main dish of hot spring egg rice. Halfway through your meal, you glance at your phone and notice, "Ah! Today is Crazy Thursday. The fried chicken shop next door has a large original chicken nugget! Great!"

then.

After you decide to finish eating, turn left and run to buy a serving of original chicken.

While forcing myself to eat some fried chicken.

Go home at the same time.

A truly devout gourmet will only order food that he can savor and digest completely.

otherwise.

This is disrespectful to both the hot spring tamagoyaki and the delicious original chicken.

Mr. Sloth has emphasized to himself that affection and love are different things.

There is no such thing as a master of time management in love, and there cannot be one.

Because once affection develops into love, it is like a curtain being lit by a lighter.

It's just something that's uncontrollable.

It can grow like wild weeds in a person's heart, and can make a person run towards a broken suspension bridge without blinking.

Also.

Girls are not gourmet.

Katsuko Sakai is not the hot spring tamagoyaki that is always on the table, and Koko is not the finger-licking chicken nuggets that are on sale every Thursday.

Even if it is really described as a delicacy.

They will just be the ones who, in your life, happen to walk into a certain store on the right day, at the right hour, at the right minute in a hundred years of your life, when you are extremely lucky.

All the secret dishes that you only get to see once in a lifetime.

The kind that sparkles as soon as you open the lid in the cartoon "The Cooking Master Boy".

You're halfway through ordering, but then you lose focus and run next door to buy chicken nuggets.

The final result is.

Usually you don’t get to eat the hot spring rice, and the original chicken is sold out.

You have missed the opportunity to be happy forever.

You will be immersed in regret and remorse for the rest of your life.

I hated my own indecision and ended up having to go to any street shop, order something at random, and make do with my life.

People in this lifetime.

How rare is it to have a fulfilling love experience?
"Always understand what is most important to you. Is it A or B? When the coin falls, do you hope for heads or tails?" - said the Sloth-headed Military Advisor.

Gu Weijing didn't want Shengzi to look at him and say, "I only love you, and you only love me, right?"

His eyes would dodge or escape for a moment.

and so.

Koko is such a good person.

She is so good to herself, so good.

But just like Miao Aung Win.

Gu Weijing also knew where Koko worked part-time.

He hesitated for a long time and did not offer any help.

He just hopes that Koko will work in the nightclub every day.

Alai could go and protect her privately.

Besides.

Gu Weijing didn't want to interfere too much in Koko's life.

A cool girl like Koko shouldn't need him to tell her what to do.

If Uncle Alai hadn't discovered Miao Angwen running towards him with a gloomy face today, Gu Weijing would not have shown up.

His choice was a bit cruel and a bit immoral.

But sometimes.

If you really want to draw a line between yourself and someone, maybe you just need a bit of courage to harden your heart.

If you are not ready to give your whole life to the other person.

Drive her away forcefully.

It is a responsibility to yourself and also to others.

"Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble."

There was a soft whisper in his ear.

Gu Weijing came back to his senses.

Koko was looking at him. Koko's eyes were somewhat similar to Shengzi's, the kind of beautiful similarity.

But it's not the same.

It's not as big as Katsuko's, nor as big as Miss Sakai's, which is a mixture of Asian black and Latino's slightly lighter brown.

It's a little bit purple, a very dreamy color like lilac.

Koko's eyes are the same color as his.

But it's very bright.

Little girl Jasmine's eyes are also very bright, but still inferior to Koko's.

Her eyes always have a clear and transparent feeling, reflecting the whole world.

Koko playfully tickled his earlobe with her fingers and winked at Gu Weijing.

This moment.

Gu Weijing recalled that when Mr. Sloth read him relevant materials about "The Little Prince", he read that there was a pilot flying a plane across the desert of North Africa at night and the engine stalled in the air.

The stalled plane glided silently across the sky like a ghost until an oasis appeared on the horizon.

The night occupied the land with a harsh and solemn silence.

There was not even a breath of wind in the sky.

There was no fire, no people, and no landmarks to refer to.

There is only that clear pond.

It is as bright as "a fragment on a glassmaker's table". It is the brightest spot on the endless sand dunes, reflecting thousands of stars, as if the world is casting a reflection on it.

The pilot subconsciously controlled the powerless plane to glide there.

He specifically wrote it down.

At that time, I definitely did not want to rely on the high specific heat capacity of water. After the lake surface was exposed to the sun for a long time during the day, large updrafts of thermal air would appear on the water surface at night, thereby maintaining a longer gliding time for the aircraft.

"Anyone who saw me would understand. There was a crystal, a glass, a lake in the desert night. And you were minutes away from death. It was a transcendent experience, a religious revelation. No one thought about 'Curtiss C2 Night Plane Emergency Landing Guide' or whether the nearest African tribe was 200 miles away."

"In your head, there is only one voice, closer, closer."

Gu Weijing looked at Miss Koko's clear and bright eyes which were so close to him.

He actually felt like a giant, lying on the sand dune, watching the reflections of the sun, moon and stars in the waves of the oasis.

Come closer.

A little closer.

The two people's eyes intertwined, so close that they seemed to be sticking together.

In the story that Mr. Sloth read, the pilot mechanically repeated the steps of starting the piston engine in the air while flying the plane towards the oasis.

The plane glided across the lake like a giant bird.

The moment when it is about to merge warmly with its reflection in the sparkling water.

He turned the key one last time and pulled the lever.

With a loud bang.

There was a vibration, and the engine that was stuck by something miraculously started successfully.

The plane regained power.

The pilot pulled it into the sky like a light bird.

Just when Gu Weijing and his reflection were about to touch each other in Miss Koko's clear, sparkling eyes.

Gu Weijing also shook his head.

He tilted his head and stopped Koko with his eyes.

Patted her arm.

The whole person retreated to the other side of the bar.

The bright light in Koko's eyes slowly disappeared.

She understood Gu Weijing's reaction in an instant and the countless changes in his mind.

Koko has always been a very smart girl.
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At the bar.

Outside the bar.

They are two completely different worlds.

When the young man and woman, who were only a few feet apart, were thinking about each other in various ways.

The atmosphere between the two assistants outside was not romantic at all.

If you don't understand what kind of atmosphere in the world is the antonym of romance, then just look at Wu Qinlai's expression at this moment.

He was as tense as a bowstring that was about to break.

Wu Qinlai stared at Uncle Alai.

From forehead to chin, he was covered in sweat, and he stared at Uncle Ale intently.

The trigger under his finger was trembling slightly, as if it would exceed the factory preset 6.9-pound firing force at any time and shoot a fatal bullet from the barrel.

Uncle Ale, however, was as leisurely as a beer drinker who came to watch the show and drink, playing with the silver and hideous "toy" in his hand.

"As a senior, I'm here to give you some advice. Next time you threaten someone with a gun through something, or when you deal with a target wearing a bulletproof vest, please make sure to replace all the bullets in the magazine with armor-piercing bullets, or at least steel-core bullets. This way your threat will be convincing enough."

"When using a pistol, the type of bullet is often much more important than the gun."

Just now, when Koko held Gu Weijing in her arms.

Uncle Alai has continued to speak here.

He smiled. "Or even simpler, carry a bigger gun, like my .0.50 caliber Desert Eagle. It's powerful, efficient, and loud, and it's really useful when you want to really shock someone! You need a weapon like this."

"I'm not kidding you, you can try it. It will definitely work."

Uncle Alai actually took out a pistol from his clothes that was as big as an average little girl's face.

"What are you trying to do? Don't move. Put your hands down, now! Otherwise I'm going to shoot."

Fools know it.

Which person in the bar is the biggest threat?

When Uncle Ale suddenly took out a pistol from somewhere in his clothes.

Wu Qinlai no longer dared to hesitate.

He immediately turned the gun around.

Pointing closely at the gatekeeper.

"Hey? Don't be impulsive. Be careful of accidental discharge. This is the second time I'm reminding you. CALM DOWN." Uncle Alai held the pistol flat in his big palm.

He didn't hold the gun.

This time, he did not listen to the other party and put down the gun or raise his hands.

"Speak nicely and don't threaten me? Do you think you look threatening?"

"A sense of disconnection. Remember that bottle of wine?"

He flicked the bottle next to him.

"Come on, you're wearing a brand-name suit and a Windsor knot tie. And you're holding a gun in one hand, just like in a Hong Kong police and gangster movie! Have you noticed that even in the movies, the hit rates of the minions holding guns like this are all pitifully low?"

"I am about fifteen meters away from you now. Do you believe me? Even though I have a lame leg, I can dodge your bullet." Uncle Alai laughed happily. "Don't get me wrong. I know what you are thinking. No one in this world can be faster than a bullet. Of course, I am not the Flash or Wolverine. It's just that it's not easy to be faster than a bullet. It's too easy to be faster than your shooting. You don't need to be the Flash or Wolverine."

Uncle Alai suddenly stopped laughing.

He glanced at Secretary Wu, who seemed to have seen through him completely.

"You must have fired a gun before. Let me think. Was it at a shooting range for fun? Xihe Hall? At a fixed target or a sport skeet? Well, it should be a fixed target. Including today, you probably fired less than 100 rounds in total. Although not as good as an ordinary person, it's not much different."

"After all, you are Brother Hao's subordinate. You may not lack the ruthlessness to shoot at living people, but many gangsters don't understand that having the ruthlessness to kill and having the ability to kill are two different things. Do you know what the first-shot hit rate of an ordinary person with a pistol moving target is at a distance of 15 meters?"

"It should be much lower than you think. Much lower."

He thought for a moment and said, "I once read a report on an internal riot in a U.S. federal prison. An escaped prisoner unexpectedly snatched a prison guard's service gun and then exchanged shots with another prison guard. In a corridor that was much narrower than this one, only seven meters apart, both sides fired a total of nine shots, but none of them hit the target."

"I can even give you a chance to shoot me. If you stand here and let me shoot you, I seriously doubt whether you can hit me."

"brain."

Uncle Alai tapped his temple with his finger.

"heart."

He patted his chest again.

"The cervical vertebrae or the fourth to seventh thoracic vertebrae." Ale lowered his head slightly, stroked his fingers behind his head, and showed his neck to the other person.

"You'd better make sure you can hit one of these three places before you shoot."

"Only these three places can completely eliminate a person's combat capability in an instant. Because bodyguards use force that is proportional to the threat level. Being shot at is the highest level of threat to both me and my employer. If you shoot, I will shoot too. When I was tested that year, my hit rate for shooting a 15-meter moving target was between 74% and 79%."

"This is specifically the hit rate that hits the lethal zone."

"We're shooting at each other. Statistically speaking, your situation shouldn't be too good. Of course, you can take a gamble. There's a one in four chance that you'll have time to fire the second shot."

Wu Qinlai bit her lips tightly.

"Take a deep breath and be careful of accidental discharge. This is the third time I've reminded you today because the only thing I can think of is that the biggest threat you pose to me is accidental discharge. If you aim and shoot, you won't stand a chance, but there's always the chance of a stray bullet. No one on the battlefield can fight against luck."

"You see, the reason why I was patient and talked to you so much is not because you are a threat to me, but because you are not a threat to me. The threat is so low that I can't bear to kill you. You didn't shoot at Mr. Xiao Gu just now, which is very good. Because once you shoot at me or the boss, I have to shoot back, and if I shoot back, you will be dead."

"How unfair? It's totally unnecessary, right?"

Uncle Alai stopped laughing.

He said in a very serious tone: "So, we are all assistants, and workers don't make things difficult for workers? Keep calm, OK?"

Wu Qinlai's face turned pale.

No nod, no shake of head.

He stood in the center of the stage with a gun in his hand, like a helpless and wandering quail.

"Mr. Xiao Gu, Miss Koko, please get up. Secretary Wu is a smart man. It's okay. It's safe here."

Uncle Alai smiled towards the bar and said.

Gu Weijing breathed a sigh of relief.

The moment he heard the magical Uncle Ale actually took out a pistol, his nervous heart completely fell back into his stomach.

He believed in Uncle Alai's fighting ability.

He and Miao Angwen's legal assistant, who also had a gun, were completely on different sides of the same coin.

It's like the difference between Van Gogh and a kindergarten kid.

Listening to the tone of the gatekeeper's conversation with the other person, it is no different from the tone of a master disciplining a child.

Uncle Alai is so awesome!
Gu Weijing felt more than ever that every dollar of the several hundred dollars he paid the other party every month was worth it.

No.

Even if Uncle Alai doesn't care, he doesn't have much to spend money on.

When I go back, I must give them a big raise in salary.

"It's okay, Koko."

He stood up and wanted to pull Koko up.

Koko didn't want Gu Weijing's support and stood up by herself.

Just start.

She seemed to be keeping a special distance from Gu Weijing.

The playful smile that was always on her face was no longer there.

but.

Koko looked towards the bar hall where only two assistants with guns were standing.

She took a deep look at Uncle Ale's favorite "Desert Eagle" in his hand.

Koko hesitated for a moment.

After taking a quick glance at the half-open door of the staff passage at the back, Miss Koko reached out her hand and grabbed Gu Weijing's clothes, pulling him back.

"Very good, I'm going to take my boss away."

Uncle Alai walked towards Gu Weijing.

"You--" Wu Qinlai opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Uncle Alai frowned instead.

"Hey, little brother, you look really bad, this won't do. I have to make sure you are emotionally stable enough to prevent any uncertainties. Um... you probably need this. Although it's not French, it's good enough to calm you down."

He picked up the half-remaining bottle of wine that he had sniffed nearby.

Then he walked towards Wu Qinlai.

"To show that I mean no harm, I will put my gun away and then slowly walk towards you."

Uncle Alai seemed to be completely confident that he was in control of the situation.

He actually put the Desert Eagle back into his clothes, then raised his wine glass and slowly, slowly walked towards Wu Qinlai.

"Don't be nervous. Don't be nervous."

"My movements must be faster than yours. Once the gunshots are heard, one of us will be dead. You have to understand that you are not a threat to me, otherwise you would be dead. You also have to believe that I have no ill will towards you, otherwise you would be dead too."

Uncle Alai's voice sounds a bit like he's coaxing a child.

He seemed to care nothing about the gun in the other man's hand.

He didn't even look at Miao Angwen who was still lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

His aura is too strong.

Miao Angwen just thought he was ridiculous.

Now, I don’t even dare to scream out in pain.

The gatekeeper walked towards Wu Qinlai step by step.

Fifteen meters.

ten meters.

seven meters.

five meters
(End of this chapter)