Almighty painter

Chapter 558 Voice to Voice

Wu Qinlai's expression changed several times.

Ferocious, fearful, entangled, and confused.

All kinds of expressions flashed across his face rapidly, like a dye room opening.

Until Uncle Ale walked up to him, he still looked like a sculpture and did not move at all.

at last.

The moment when Uncle Ale's fingers rested on the slide of the pistol.

"Hide from your mother, who are you trying to scare?"

Wu Qinlai's whole body shook violently as if she had been electrocuted.

He seemed certain that at this distance right next to his face, it was absolutely impossible for anyone to be faster than the bullet.

The other party didn't have any chance to pull the gun out of his clothes again.

He shouted angrily and pulled the trigger fiercely at Uncle Ale's chest, but subconsciously closed his eyes.

"Ah."

There was a slight collision sound from the trigger.

But the bullet didn't fire.

The veins on Wu Qinlai's forehead bulged, and the blood vessels protruded like earthworms.

He used all his strength to pull the trigger again and again.

"Die, die, die, die... die."

He uttered fierce words, his voice becoming increasingly trembling and smaller.

The pistol didn't move.

Uncle Alai retracted his fingertips.

The moment his hand touched the slide, he used his ring finger to push the safety switch to the "lock" position.

call.

Uncle Alai also breathed a sigh of relief.

Good luck.

All Glock 17 pistols usually circulated in the civilian market or the sports shooting market.

They are all known for very good reliability and simple structure.

The manufacturer's advertisements claim that even if 25,000 rounds are fired until the barrel is completely exhausted, there will never be a single accidental discharge.

Therefore, they are designed without safety to make it convenient for the gun owner to draw the gun and shoot at any time for quick defense and counterattack.

The only exceptions are the military and police forces.

In order to cope with tasks under complex conditions.

Ensures sufficient safety in extreme situations such as severe collisions, shock waves from explosions, and falls from heights.

According to the regulations.

Their gun regulations require that they have a physical safety.

Therefore, when purchasing and equipping on a large scale, some special military and police versions of Glock require the restoration of the safety lock button when negotiating orders with the manufacturer.

After a slight flick, it won't fire even if you hit it with a sledgehammer.

For example, the one in Wu Qinlai's hand.

The equipment of Brother Hao's men is indeed good enough.

Uncle Alai was not wrong.

These things are all munitions that flowed out from the army.

He pulled and twisted it, as if receiving a package, and pulled the gun out from Wu Qinlai's fingers.

Then he put the bottle of red wine in his hand back into Secretary Wu's arms.

“This is what you should hold.”

Uncle Alai patted Wu Qinlai on the shoulder.

The moment the other party couldn't pull the trigger of his pistol, he seemed to be completely frightened.

Wu Qinlai's legs were trembling a little, and she still didn't dare to open her eyes again.

Uncle Ale just casually rubbed his fingertips a few times in front of the other person, and it was like a magic trick.

Plastic slide, firing pin, magazine plate, firing base, return spring guide rod...the pistol was directly disassembled into more than a dozen individual parts.

Uncle Alai let go of his hand.

The brass bullets in his hand fell to the ground like a handful of mung beans.

jump.

scroll.

Large beads and small beads fall on a jade plate.

"Be good, if you want to be a gentleman with glasses, don't act like a gangster waving a gun to scare others. Take a deep breath, that's not the label you should be attached to."

Uncle Alai smiled.

He squatted down and placed the pistol parts on the scattered bullets at Wu Qinlai's feet.

Then turned and left.

"Mr. Xiao Gu, let's go."

He said to the man and woman behind the bar.

Until the moment Uncle Ale pushed open the door of the bar.

Wu Qinlai didn't even dare to open her eyes again.

He was completely frightened.
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"Wait a minute. Mr. Gu, listen to me."

Gu Weijing and the others had already walked out the door and were heading towards the Hyundai second-hand car that Uncle Alai had parked outside the street, preparing to leave.

There was another voice behind me.

He turned his head and looked back.

He found Wu Qinlai waving at him.

His face was still extremely pale, but he chased after her with the bottle of red wine in his arms.

"What do you mean?"

After doing this several times, Uncle Alai seemed to be really angry. He frowned and stood in front of Wu Qinlai.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to stop you from leaving. I just wanted to talk to Mr. Gu."

Anyone who can be regarded as a capable subordinate by Brother Hao is definitely not a good-for-nothing.

Wu Qinlai's momentum was completely suppressed just now, mainly because Uncle Alai's aura was too strong.

Secretary Wu is actually quite interesting.

at least,

It seems that he is indeed a very cruel person to himself.

Wu Qinlai stopped a few meters in front of them.

His expression was clearly one of terrified death.

But he still took two big gulps of the remaining wine in the bottle, and then, facing Uncle Alai's terrifying face, he spoke to Gu Weijing behind him.

"But even if I don't stop you, there are some things that you have to face, Mr. Gu."

"Where can you go?"

"This time I came to talk to you. Fine, I can't do anything to you. But next time, maybe it won't be me who comes to you. Maybe I won't just want to talk."

"You have to understand that anywhere in this country... anywhere, it doesn't work."

Gu Weijing had a blank expression on his face.

He wasn't actually very scared.

after all.

Old classmate Gu has already made up his mind, so he doesn't care how arrogant you are.

They are all ready to run.

Brother Hao, if you have the guts, go abroad and show off.

"Do you really think that going to an EU member state will help? Guess who our money laundering clients are. Where will the money go?"

Wu Qinlai seemed to understand what Gu Weijing was thinking, and he suddenly asked back.

"You want to leave. I heard that you want to attend an art exhibition in Singapore, and then develop in Europe? But so what. It's not like Haoge's enemies have died of heart attacks in luxury apartments in Paris. Two years ago, the drug lord of Tinahua sent gunmen to New Mexico. Under the protection of the US DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration), they executed informants and killed three agents in a gunfight."

"Brother Hao's abilities are not necessarily worse than those of the Mexican mafia. Our main business is art sales, but in many industries, our sales direction, well, forget it, let me be frank. The money laundering partners and financial chains are all in developed countries in Europe and America where there is a lot of money."

"Are you applying to the Hamburg Academy of Fine Arts? Germany is a very safe country compared to the United States."

"But I heard that the crime rate has increased significantly in recent years due to immigration and refugee issues. How much do you think it would cost to find someone willing to risk his life in a place like this, even if Brother Hao has no power? 10 euros, 100 million euros, 1000 million euros, or 1 million euros?"

"You see, this is not a question of whether it can be done, but whether Brother Hao is willing to do it. This is a simple cost accounting issue. Hiring a killer is much cheaper than you think."

"Normally speaking, it's very, very uneconomical to spend 100 million euros to kill a person. This amount of money can buy 10,000 lives in the Golden Triangle. But no one can figure out what Brother Hao is thinking. It's like I never understood why Brother Hao showed so much patience to you."

Wu Qinlai looked at Gu Weijing seriously and shrugged.

"I think this is totally not worth it. The input and output are not proportional. If you obey, you will get rich. If you don't obey, forget it. What if you even kill me?"

"You are not worthy of Brother Hao's efforts. No offense, but this is what I really think. You may be really talented and a good painter, so what? This country may be short of all kinds of people, but it will never lack people who want to make a fortune with Brother Hao."

"Yes. There's one lying on the floor right there. A forced melon is not sweet. Why bother?"

Wu Qinlai pointed towards the bar where Miao Angwen was lying, his expression confused.

"I've followed Brother Hao for so many years, but I still don't understand his thoughts. I've never seen him be as patient with someone as he is with you."

"But I understand one thing."

"For Brother Hao now, the energy he has poured into you is perhaps more precious and valuable than spending 100 million euros."

Wu Qinlai tugged at his tie hard.

He took another big gulp of the remaining wine in the bottle.

"Some people are willing to spend $50 million to keep a killer whale at home. Some people donate $ billion worth of art with a wink and a wave of the hand. Some people think that killing a person and spending million euros may not be unacceptable."

"You can't use an actuary's thinking to guess the thinking of super-rich people. They don't care about money. They only care about making themselves happy."

"And I don't know what it takes for Brother Hao to be happy now."

His face was as white as paper, but he still smiled: "I only know that Brother Hao has so much money that many people are jealous. It is so much that all the lifeless people in the world are obsessed with it, and they will only pull the trigger at the target in the photo, not caring whether the person in the photo is his mother or the president of the United States. They don't care whether the student from the Academy of Fine Arts who was killed is a good person with principles and persistence." "This is reality."

"The reality is that Hao is extremely rich. In the newspaper legends of the last century, Khun Sa and the drug lord Pablo were both among the ten richest people on the planet. I don't know how rich Hao is, whether he is as rich as Khun Sa once was, but using dollars to light a cigarette is nothing, he can burn Franklin to keep warm, and your assistant is very powerful, but there is only one person."

"You can't have a security team with you 24 hours a day, especially your family, right?"

The moment his words came out.

Uncle Alai grabbed his arm.

Twist and press.

Wu Qinlai had no resistance at all and was pinned to the ground by Uncle Alai using a method similar to a joint grabbing technique.

A half-full bottle of cheap red wine slipped from his arms.

Fell heavily to the ground.

Wu Qinlai was pressed to the ground by Uncle Alai's knee, with his face pressed tightly against the ground. The broken glass even scratched his face.

The wine flowed out of the broken bottle like blood.

"CALM DOWN! Calm down, okay?"

Fate is like a naughty child. You never know where it will go in the next second.

What a dark humor.

Just now, Secretary Wu pointed a gun at Uncle Alai.

But he was terribly scared in his heart.

This time.

He was pinned to the ground.

Instead, Wu Qinlai smiled bitterly and advised Uncle Alai to calm down: "You are right. It is not my job to fight with a gun. I can't do it well. I am a lawyer and my job is to talk. For me, my mouth is more useful than a gun."

Wu Qinlai raised her hands high with difficulty.

"Although this sounds like a threat, it is not a threat, and I have no intention of threatening you here. Please, I am wearing a designer suit, my shoes are polished like mirrors, and even the bell straps are tied with a traditional Windsor knot instead of a four-in-hand knot. And I was stepped on by your assistant. Do I look like a threat?"

"I'm just stating a simple fact. I'm being reasonable, Mr. Gu. Listen to my advice. You haven't seen the truly terrifying side of Brother Hao."

"Singapore is very safe, right? Its vicious crime rate is almost the lowest in the world, and many travel recommendations often list it in the top three safest countries. But there are still 1000 vicious personal injury incidents every year."

"There are three serious violent incidents every day. For a city with a population of 10 million, this is of course extremely low. But you don't want this 3 in 10 million incidents to happen to you or your family."

"All right?"

"Perhaps I must admit that there are places where we are powerless to control public security, such as Singapore and Dongxia. But can you guarantee that you will stay in these places forever in your life? Or where can you find a castle with stable protection for yourself to live in? It may be okay in Singapore, but who knows, your grandfather might not be paying attention, and when he is happy at your exhibition, he might stroll to Malaysia next door to eat Nanyang chicken rice? Or the Philippines?"

"In those places, if Brother Hao wants to get rid of someone, it's just a matter of moving his fingers."

He tried his best to raise his head and stare at Gu Weijing's face.

"Mr. Gu Weijing, your dream is to become a great painter. You will definitely want to participate in international exhibitions, right? Can you allow yourself to escape forever?"

"I promise you one thing."

"Brother Hao is a very powerful man, a very rich man, a very powerful man, and even a very generous man. But only, only, only, only, only, even though I am his subordinate, I have to say that Brother Hao is definitely not a kind person, nor is he someone who likes to be rejected. He is not even a very patient person."

"Yes."

Secretary Wu's voice sounded a little hoarse. "Although Brother Hao has a very strange and unprecedented patience with you. But this does not mean that Brother Hao is really a good man. Gu Weijing, you have not seen the terrible side of Brother Hao. I assure you that you definitely don't want to see this side."

"I'm scared to death of your assistant, but I still came to say these words to you. That's because I think that making Brother Hao unhappy is more terrifying than being shot to death by this big brother. Look at me, open your eyes, take a good look at what I look like now, take a good look at how scared I am."

"This may... help you understand Brother Hao."

The man under Uncle Ale's knee said this very seriously.

The gatekeeper said nothing.

The dark-skinned middle-aged man just turned his head and looked at Gu Weijing silently, waiting for his decision.

Gu Weijing felt someone pulling his sleeve.

He turned his face away.

Then he saw Koko looking at him.

"Gu Weijing..." Koko looked at him, her bangs slightly curved, and her eyes blinked. "Don't be afraid, I'll take you to run. We can go anywhere, just the two of us, and I'll accompany you."

The girl's tone lacked the usual lively and playful feel.

But there wasn't much fear in his voice.

Very serious and very calm.

She could feel the pressure of life collapsing towards the young man beside her like a shrinking wall of marble.

She really wanted to do something.

"If you don't know where to go. My father has made some preparations before, and he has contacted some friends who are willing to help him, but he has never made up his mind to really abandon everything. We can go to Hua Hin. It is a place in the central and southern part of Thailand. It is not a big city, with only a few hundred thousand people living there, and the pace of life is very slow. But the climate is very good, and it is along the coast. I have seen pictures of it, with blue water, golden beaches, open-air football fields, and even a small gallery called Cicada."

Koko didn't hug him again.

Instead, she leaned her head on his shoulder and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"If you nod, I'll take you running."

"A brand new passport, a brand new name, a brand new life, a brand new life... We can completely start a new life, a life that has nothing to do with the previous one."

"We will walk together on the beach, kiss together in the sun, feed seagulls together, and bully monkeys who want to pick coconuts together. You can also draw pictures just for yourself, and I will sing for you beside you-"

Koko's voice was soft.

"There are eight billion people in this world. As long as you are willing, then Brother Hao will never be able to find us. He only wants to find you, right? Just nod and I will accompany you."

Gu Weijing remained silent.

He imagined that in the hot summer in Thailand, he and Koko would stand barefoot on the beach, feeling the sea water slowly flooding over their toes.

"Thank you, I appreciate it, but I don't want to just run away like this."

after awhile.

Gu Weijing said in a low voice.

Koko didn't stop her.

She shook her hair gently and sighed silently.

Gu Weijing took a few steps forward and signaled Uncle Alai to let go of his hand and let Wu Qinlai get up.

"What do you mean? After saying so much, what do you want to express?"

He asked slowly.

Secretary Wu stood up.

The other person ignored the scratches on his face caused by the glass shards, patted the dust off his clothes, and when he saw that they had turned into mud mixed with red wine, he didn't care anymore.

He raised his head.

"Call Brother Hao. I'll tell him what happened here, so I have an explanation. I won't give you any advice. I'll give you the phone, and you can talk to Brother Hao directly."

"What kind of result we can come up with depends on your ability, okay?"

He made a phone call gesture to Gu Weijing.

Then asked.

"Okay, that's it."

Gu Weijing agreed to Secretary Wu's request without much hesitation.

"Let me call. Brother Hao should have given me his phone number. 381..."

Gu Weijing thought about it and he seemed to really know the other party's phone number.

That day, Baldy handed him a brand new cell phone in the coffee shop.

He has no use for a cell phone.

The phone number was saved.

It's not a very special number.

Something like 0000, or all 6, all 8, or all 9.

Many businessmen in Southeast Asia believe that 9 is a powerful and auspicious number.

A large number of 9s often represents a person who is particularly capable.

My own old man Gu even spent 1919 Myanmar Kyats and added money to choose a mobile phone number with .

But this number, from beginning to end, reveals a sense of ordinariness.

"It's a number? Right?"

He made a point to confirm it.

Bian found that Wu Qinlai shook her head slightly and was looking at him with a very strange and complicated look.

"no?"

Gu Weijing asked in confusion. "This was given to me by the bald man with the Buddha tattoo that day. Is there something wrong with that?"

"No, it's not wrong. It's that I know. Your phone number is different from the one I know. Since that gentleman gave you the number, just call it. This should be Brother Hao's personal mobile phone number. And I can only contact Brother Hao's assistant. Excuse me, you've made me even more confused now."

"There's just one thing. I'm glad I didn't shoot you just now. Even among those close partners of Brother Hao in politics and business, there are only a few who have Brother Hao's private phone number."

Gu Weijing didn’t know what it meant to get Brother Hao’s private phone number.

Wu Qinlai knew it very well.

modern society.

Intelligence agencies or the police can easily determine a person's location through signal triangulation.

There is no chance of centimeter-level positioning like in the movies.

But it’s not a problem to roughly figure out the coordinates.

With Brother Hao’s status and the chain of interests behind him.

Mobile phone numbers are easily leaked.

It is possible that one day when you are wandering in the suburbs, like Dudayev during the Chechen War, you might be hit by a missile from a MiG-29 in the sky while you are talking on the phone.

Gu Weijing dialed the number.

"Beep, beep, beep."

It didn't take long to wait. When the phone rang for the sixth time, it was connected.

There was silence on the phone.

No one spoke, as if there was a silent ghost.

Gu Weijing didn't say anything. He glanced at Secretary Wu opposite him and handed the phone over.

(End of this chapter)