We can see people's hearts in times of crisis.
Because of the pain, Qiao Jun face involuntarily twitch, but still forced to bear a hand with a gun, a hand covering the abdomen, difficult to slowly straighten up again.
Although the gun is still in his hand, he has no courage to shoot at the other side.
Even if the other party is right in front of him, it's just a short distance away.
It seems that it's easy to kill the opponent at this distance, but he has been wandering around the world for so many years, and he knows very well that in close combat, the effect of thermal weapons will be greatly weakened.
What's more, he is still facing an unimaginable master.
If he shoots again and fails to hit the target, then he will undoubtedly die.
It's absolutely impossible for the other party to give him a second chance.
When he was young, he might not be afraid to work hard with others at the beginning of entering the world, but now, although he climbs higher and higher, he has less and less courage.
The more rich and powerful people are, the more afraid they are of death.
It's an iron law.
"You talk What do you mean? "
He stared at Ang Lee and hissed.
The pain of the abdomen came in bursts, and he had not experienced the feeling that the viscera seemed to move for a long time.
"You can only believe me, can't you?"
Ang Lee gave a flat response.
Qiao Jun's eyes contract, and then he bites his teeth. His eyes gradually move to Du Qiumin's face.
Du Qiumin seems to realize something, pale face,
"Qiao Jun, you can't do this, I'm Xuan's woman, if you dare to move me, Xuan will not let you go!"
Her Li drink, did not let Qiao Jun wake up, Qiao Jun's eyes are still staring at her face, and gradually become gloomy and indifferent.
Du Qiumin was frightened and felt the coming of danger. He could no longer control his fear and turned to run.
But how does she compare speed with a bullet?
At the moment when you die or I die, Qiao Jun finally chooses himself. Regardless of the woman who is the elder brother, he suddenly raises his arm, aims at Du Qiumin's back in panic, and suddenly pulls the trigger.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
……
One shot.
Two shots.
Three shots.
Like crazy, cold bullets, such as torrential rain poured on Du Qiumin's body.
With the incessant gunfire, Du Qiumin's whole body is shaking one after another, and the blood blooms from her back, gorgeous and eye-catching.
"Bang..."
It's like slow motion. At last, after six or seven steps, Du Qiumin failed to escape from Shengtian and fell to the ground.
Scarlet blood began to flow out of her.
To die in one's own mansion is at least a proper death.
"Good."
After witnessing a scene of cannibalism, Ang Lee nods gently and reaches out his hand to take down the gun in Qiao Jun's hand.
Qiao Jun did not resist.
"I've done what you asked..."
Before he finished his words of praying, he felt a chill in his forehead.
Take a close look, it's a black muzzle.
"You...!"
His eyes contracted and his face suddenly changed.
"One shot for another, two clear."
In response to him, is still the placid words, without waiting for Qiao Jun to speak again, a deafening gunshot almost close to his ear.
It was the last sound he heard in his life.
All the expressions suddenly solidified, Qiao Jun, whose forehead was blasted out of a blood hole, fell back dejectedly, his eyes wide open and his eyes closed.
It seems that Ang Lee, who doesn't know what a promise is, looks at him blandly, and then throws the pistol which has been emptied on the ground. Go downstairs.
……
Along the Pujiang River.
Luohao's burial ground.
Ang Lee wring two bottles of beer, across to the leg of the weeds, came to the river.
There is no wind tonight, the river is calm, reflecting the moonlight, the scenery is pleasant.
It's hard to imagine that a day ago, someone was murdered here.
Ang Lee opened the two cans of beer, squatted down slowly, facing the river, and said in a soft voice, "brother Luo, I've come to see you."
He picked up a can of beer and slowly poured it into the river.
Maybe it's the last time we met in the pub, and no one ever separated.
The world is so impermanent, no one can predict, a seemingly ordinary difference, will be farewell.
Watching the wine melt into the river, Ang Lee spoke slowly.
"You said to come to Donghai to fight for great wealth, but wealth is not so good. As the old saying goes, if you want to be rich, you have to pay for what you want. If you know that it will be like this, I think you should think it's OK to be ordinary. "There was no response.
Only the sound of water responded to him.
Ang Lee stopped pouring, put down the can of wine, half squatted on the ground, picked up another can of wine and took a sip of it himself.
There is no doubt that the reason why Luo Hao got today's end is that he was buried in Pujiang, Liu Ting and Du Qiumin, who just died.
However, Luo Hao himself is not without responsibility.
Because he wanted to get ahead too much, he gradually lost himself, so he was used by Du Qiumin, leading to his tragic death in Pujiang. At a man's best age, he ended his life too early.
Pathetic, and pathetic.
Luo Hao's life, in fact, is the epitome of many people, how many people like him, gnashing their teeth, desperately trying to climb up, but in the end, they fell in the middle and died of nameless?
"Brother Luo, in Jinling before, you always said that you envied me, but why didn't I envy you? No, at least you can choose your own life. "
Ang Lee laughed at himself and drank wine. At night, he talked to himself to the river like a nervous man.
"Rogo, all the people who killed you have been punished. You can go to sleep. In the next life, I hope you can cast a good baby and be a good man. "
When I came to Donghai and met Du Qiumin, the wealth I gained quickly began to eat into Luo Hao's mind. However, Luo Hao's feelings for him have never changed. These days, it's also blameless to him.
That's why he chose to avenge him.
After finishing his can of beer, Ang Lee poured all the wine on the ground into the river.
Then he stood up slowly.
"Rogo, I'm glad to meet you as a friend. I hope to meet you in my next life, and we can have a good drink."
A gust of wind, the river wrinkled, along with the river grass ups and downs, such as people nodding.
Ang Lee gently smile, in turn before leaving, the last way, as if told.
"By the way, brother Luo, if you have a chance to meet me in the next life, don't call me by the wrong name. My name is not Ang Lee, my name is..."
"Li futu."