"I didn't expect you to be chasing after me." Mukka pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, not looking too flustered.

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

The beauty glared at Muka: "Aoki Yaye, the last flower, can I watch you cut it?" ”

"Yes." Aoki said.

"Hehe, you seem to have eaten me." Muka is still like that, even when he pulls out his gun, he looks like a gentleman. The Smith Weisson 500 pistol in his hand was very new, the shiny gun paint seemed to be sprayed, and he could smell a faint 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 wouldn't have found a suitable opportunity to replace him." Mukka laughed and shook the muzzle of the black hole, "You shouldn't have thrown the gun away." ”

"I didn't bring a gun before I entered Wu Suoton's general's mansion." Aoki said.

Muka smiled disdainfully and said, "I'm different from Wu Suotun. ”

"What's the difference?"

"Wu Suotun is just a bun who has never seen the world. All he had in his eyes was guns, powder, and women. He thought that he was the emperor of the earth, and he was not afraid of heaven and earth, but he didn't know that it was impossible for a person to achieve great things without enough self-discipline and a broad enough vision. ”

"I'm not like him. I grew up reading with anger, I went from South Asia to Europe, and later to Africa and the Americas. I've spent time in the best schools and labs in the world, and if I want, I'll be able to take the position of a Fortune 500 executive. But what is that? I gave up the seemingly glamorous but boring job opportunities and the ** life in the world of capital, and when I came back here, I just wanted to change this poor, ignorant and backward land through my efforts. ”

"I know that it is impossible to achieve long-term peace and prosperity here with opium, but there is nothing but opium here. The incompetent government cannot help us, and the drug dealers in the Golden Triangle and the capitalists abroad only see the profits brought to them by the poppy blossoms, and thus exploit our surplus value indefinitely. ”

"But so what? I don't care! We need opium and heroin to complete the primitive accumulation. Didn't the empire on which the sun never set also waged the Opium War against your country? What empire did not develop on the basis of blood and aggression? ”

"I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't touch powder. Except for the cuckoo, I haven't touched any other woman. I never have more than three dishes on my table. Everything I do is for the land, and for the people who live here. I'm going to free them! One day, we will plant our flag on our land and announce to the world that we have stood up! None of you want to bully us again! ”

Mukka became a little agitated as he spoke, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, even though his movements and voice were still elegant.

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

“…… This storm-stricken land, this ever-rattling river of our grief,...... Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land so much......"

He began to recite, just like when he had recited the poppy in the Mangdian police station, with a deep voice and a long breath, as if he was standing on the stage of the reader at this moment.

Aoki waited quietly for him to finish reading the poem, and said, "Your ideals are admirable, but your methods are outrageous!" Have you ever thought about the families whose families were ruined by your drugs? ”

"That's their own fault, no one is forcing them to take drugs. Excellent people can get out of the mud without getting stained. ”

"Just like you?" Aoki sneered.

Mukka smiled confidently and stopped talking.

Aoki shook his head and said, "What about those girls?" Just for your bullshit ideals, you use them as guinea pigs in the laboratory, give them to Wu Suotun as gifts, and sell them to the prostitution street to become prostitutes, this is what you call greatness? ”

"Great causes always have to be sacrificed. Their lives have been made worthwhile by this, much more noble than those who rot in the drunken gold of the city! Mukka said.

"No matter how much you quibble, it can't change your essence and wash away your sins." Aoki gently stroked the poppy's hair, "If I hadn't encountered this, it would have been fine, but you kidnapped the beauty." Now, it's time to wake up from your great dream! Maybe there is still a chance to dream in hell. ”

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

"Do you know the name of this pistol? The king of the Smith & Wesson 500 pistols. 050-inch caliber, five Magnum high-power pistol rounds, the bullet weighs about 22 grams, the muzzle velocity is 602 meters per second, and the muzzle kinetic energy can reach 4109 joules. If you have good marksmanship, you can kill a brown bear with a single shot. At such a short distance, it's enough to kill both of you. ”

"Oh, I forgot to say it. You don't have to worry about its recoil. It's true that it's hard for the average person to shoot with one hand, but I can. When I was on an expedition in the African bush, I shot a rhinoceros with one hand. So, don't doubt the power of the gun and my marksmanship. ”

"Of course, I know you can hypnotize me, make me dream, hallucinate me, make me think the gun in my hand is a poisonous snake, or let me enter some other illusion. But you know, I've learned this too. And my mental power is strong enough that I can hold on to the cuckoo's hypnosis for twenty minutes. Even if you're ten times better than him, I've got two minutes left to wake up. ”

"And it doesn't take two minutes to kill you, it only takes two seconds. I've got a gun, and I only need two seconds of consciousness to shoot you. No matter how good your hypnotism is, all I need is a thought as strong as a steel seal, and it only takes two seconds for me to be conscious and I can pull the trigger. ”

"At such a short distance, I don't believe you can dodge a bullet!"

Muka's hand holding the gun was steady, without a hint of trembling.

Aoki sighed and asked, "Have you watched the TV series?" ”

"What?" Muka was a little baffled, "I never watch anything that wastes my life except in the news." ”

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

Muka was stunned for a moment and asked, "How did you die?" ”

"It's wordy!" Aoki smiled and said, "If you had shot earlier, maybe there would have been a chance." But you have to tell Rory before me about your great ideals, and brag about how powerful your pistol is, in order to show your erudition and ability. Alas...... Now you don't have a chance! ”

"You only know that you are strong-willed and can resist hypnosis into dreams, but don't you know that consciousness can not only call up brain memories, but also control neural activity in the cerebral cortex through brain waves? I don't need to hypnotize you into dreaming, I just need to cut off your consciousness from your motor nerve center so that you can't give instructions to your muscles. Although the process is slower than hypnosis, your wordiness gives me plenty of time. ”

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

Muka's face changed. He immediately gave himself an order to shoot, however, he only saw his hand holding the gun steadily, not moving.

Excited and nervous, Muka's face flushed, and his glasses slowly slid down the bridge of his nose, but he couldn't reach for it.

He watched as Aoki snatched the gun from his hand, and he was still in a funny pose with the gun raised.

Aoki pointed his gun at Muka and said to the poppy, "Cover your ears." Then he muttered to himself, "It's a pity that the recoil of this gun is too great, otherwise I would have taught you to shoot now." ”

At this moment, Aoki felt the space around him tremble slightly, like a huge soap bubble bursting.

A peaceful and ethereal voice came: "For Dewar's sake, let him go!" ”

"Dewar? Why should I give you face! Aoki pulled the trigger after saying that.

Although the poppy covered her ears, she heard a dull and loud noise. She saw a large cloud of blood erupt from Muka's chest, and the chair fell backwards and fell to the ground.

"Eighty-one." The poppy counted softly.