"I didn't expect it to be you who came after the border." Muka pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, not looking very flustered.

Aoki sat down across from Muka, put the beauty on her lap, and said to the beauty, "This is probably the last poppy."

The beauty stared at Muka: "Aoki Yeye, the last one, can I watch you cut it?"

"Yes." Aoki said.

"Haha, you seem to have taken me down." Muka is still so gentle, even with a gun like a gentleman. The Smith Wesson 500 pistol in his hand is very new, and the shiny gun paint is like sprayed on it, and there is a slight smell of gun oil.

"Wu Suotun is finished." Aoki said.

"Thank you for helping me kill Wu Suotun. If it weren't for you, I really couldn't find a suitable opportunity to replace him." Muka smiled and shook the black hole of his muzzle. "You shouldn't throw the gun away. "

"I didn't bring a gun before entering Wu Sotun's general mansion," Aoki said.

Muka smiled disdainfully and said, "I'm not the same as Wu Suotun."

"What's the difference?"

"Wu Suotun is just a soil bun who has never seen the world. He only has guns, white powder and women in his eyes. He thinks he is a soil emperor, and he is not afraid of heaven and earth, but he does not know that if a person does not have enough self-discipline and enough It’s impossible to achieve great results with a broad horizon."

"I am different from him. I was anxious to study since I was young. I went from South Asia to Europe, and then to Africa and America. I stayed in the best schools and the best laboratories in the world. If I want to, I will be a Fortune 500 The position of the company’s executives inside is whatever I choose. But what’s that? I gave up the seemingly boring but boring job opportunities and the corrupt life of the capital world. Back here, I just want to change this scene through my efforts. Poverty, ignorance, and backward land."

“I know it’s impossible to get long-lasting peace and prosperity here with opium, but there is nothing but opium here. The incompetent government can’t help us. The drug dealers and overseas capitalists in the Golden Triangle can only see what poppies bring to them. Profit, thus exploiting our surplus value indefinitely."

"But so what? I don't care! We need to rely on opium and **** to complete primitive accumulation. Didn't the empire that never set the sun also launched an Opium War against your country? Which empire did not rely on blood and aggression to develop What about?"

"I don’t smoke, drink, or touch white powder. I have never touched any other woman except cuckoo. There are never more than three dishes on my table. Everything I do is for this land and living in People here. I want to liberate them! One day, we will plant our flag on our land and announce to the world that we are standing up! None of you want to bully us again!"

Muka was a little excited as he spoke, although the movements and voice were still graceful, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

"I like one of your Chinese poets very much. He has a poem called "I Love This Land"."

"...This land hit by the storm, this river of grief and anger that is always surging with us,...Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply..."

He recites, just as he did when he recited "Poppy" at the Mandian Police Station, with a deep voice and a long breath, as if he was standing on the stage of the reader at the moment.

Aoki waited quietly for him to finish reading the poem, and said: "Your ideal is worth admiring, but your methods are outrageous! Have you ever thought about the families that were ruined by your drugs?"

"That's what they are responsible for. No one is forcing them to take drugs. Good people can get out of the silt without getting infected."

"Like you?" Aoki sneered.

Muka smiled confidently and stopped talking.

Aoki shook his head and said, "So what about those girls? Just because of your **** ideals, you use them as guinea pigs in the laboratory, give them to Wu Suotun as gifts, and sell them to prostitutes to be prostitutes. This is you. The so-called greatness?"

"A great cause always has to be sacrificed. Their lives have been valued because of this, and they are much more noble than those who rot in the city's drunken fans!" Muka said.

"No matter how you quibble, you can't change your essence or wash away your sins." Aoki gently stroked the hair of Poppies, "If I hadn't encountered this, it would be fine, but you just kidnapped the beauty. Now, your great dream should wake up! Maybe there is still a chance to dream in hell."

"How did you wake me up?" Muka held a gun in one hand and pushed his glasses with the other, his eyes full of curiosity, "I am the one with the gun in his hand."

"Do you know the name of this pistol?-Smith & Wesson m500-the king of pistols. 0.50 inch caliber, five rounds of Magnum high-power pistol ammunition, the warhead weighs about 22 grams, the muzzle velocity is 602 meters per second, the gun Mouth kinetic energy can reach 4109 joules. If your marksmanship is good, you can kill a brown bear with one shot. In such a short distance, it is enough to kill both of you."

"Oh, forgot to say. You don't have to worry about its recoil. It is indeed difficult for ordinary people to shoot with one hand, but I can. I used it to shoot rhinos with one hand when I was exploring the African bush. So, don't doubt the gun. Power and my marksmanship."

"Of course, I know you can hypnotize me, make me dream, make me hallucinate, make me think that the gun in my hand is a poisonous snake, or let me enter some other illusion. But you know, I have also learned this. . And my mental power is strong enough that I can persist for twenty minutes under Cuckoo’s hypnotism. Even if you are ten times better than him, I still have two minutes to wake up."

"And it doesn't take two minutes to kill you, it only takes two seconds. I have a gun in my hand, and I only need two seconds of consciousness to be awake, it is enough to shoot you. No matter how good your hypnotism is, All I need is a strong idea like a steel seal, and I can pull the trigger in just two seconds of being awake."

"In such a short distance, I don't believe you can dodge bullets!"

Muka's hand holding the gun was steady, without a trace of tremor.

Aoki sighed and asked, "Have you seen a TV show?"

"What?" Muka was a little inexplicable, "Except for the news, I never watch that kind of life-wasting things."

Aoki said, "Well, I don't actually watch it either. But do you know how most villains die?"

Muka was taken aback, and asked: "How did you die?"

"Looking to death!" Aoki said with a smile: "If you shoot early, you may still have a chance. But you have to Rory to talk about your great ideals in front of me and brag about you. How powerful the pistol is to show off your erudition and ability. Alas...now you have no chance!"

"You only know that you are strong-willed and can resist hypnosis and dreaming, but don't you know that consciousness can not only retrieve brain memory, but also control the neural activity of the cerebral cortex through brain waves? I don't need to hypnotize you to dream, I just need to cut you off The connection between your consciousness and the motor nerve center prevents you from giving instructions to your muscles. Although this process is slower than hypnosis, your wordy gives me enough time."

"You can try now, can you still pull the trigger," Aoki said.

Muka's face changed. He immediately gave himself an instruction to shoot, however, he only saw his hand holding the gun firmly and motionless.

Because of excitement and nervousness ~lightnovelpub.net~ Muka flushed, his glasses slowly slipped from the bridge of his nose, but he couldn't reach out to help.

He watched as Aoki took the gun from his hand while he was still in a funny pose of raising the gun.

Aoki pointed the gun at Muka and said to Poppy, "Cover your ears." Then he muttered to himself, "Unfortunately, the recoil of this gun is too great, otherwise I can teach you to shoot now. ."

At this moment, Aoki felt the surrounding space vibrate slightly, like a huge soap bubble burst.

A peaceful and ethereal voice came: "Please look at Dewar's face and let him go!"

"Dewar? Why should I give you face!" Aoki finished speaking and pulled the trigger.

Although the poppy was covering her ears, she still heard a dull and loud noise. She saw a lot of blood burst out of Muka's chest, and the man and the chair fell back to the ground.

"Eighty-one." Poppies counted gently.

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