Chapter 781 The Living Dead Without Home and Country
At night, with light rain falling, the last flight from Kai Tak Airport in the northeastern part of Kowloon District almost brushed against the corner of the building and cut through the sky with dangerous degrees.
The Kowloon Walled City, towering into the clouds and full of post-modern cyberpunk temperament, looks like a huge monster, standing quietly in the darkness, overlooking all living beings.
This absurd giant city that is difficult to describe in words is studded with countless bright or dark lights, like the densely packed eyes of a monster, which makes people shudder, but is also filled with an indescribable and strange beauty.
At this moment, Du Weiguo was quietly standing on a road more than 400 meters away from the walled city, taking shelter from the rain and smoking under the awning of a coffin shop.
The rule of the coffin shop is that after dark, the door should be closed and the lights should not be turned off. Therefore, at this moment, two pale lanterns hung under the eaves of the door, swaying gently with the wind and rain, making Du Weiguo's face flicker.
The Kowloon Walled City is a small world independent of the rest of the world. Although it is small, it has all the necessary features and is all-encompassing. Basically, you can find all kinds of shops there, except for the coffin shop.
The dead cannot rest in the walled city. This has been a rule for hundreds of years. It is no longer known who made the decision.
"Huh~"
Du Weiguo exhaled a long breath of smoke, raised his sword eyebrows, looked at the silent city wallowing in the rainy night, and said to himself in a faint tone:
"Huo Wei, he came from Korea in 1954. He has a northern accent. Damn it. I'm afraid the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple. Is he still an old squad leader? Well, I have to take it easy later and don't get hurt.
he."
At this sensitive time point of 1954, there was still a sharpshooter who came from Korea and spoke with a northern accent. These factors were combined.
Huo Wei's true identity has been revealed, but I don't know why a fierce dragon like him would have to suffer in a miserable place like Kowloon Walled City.
Du Weiguo wore a barbour navy blue hooded waterproof long windbreaker today, which is cool and sassy. It is said that this dress is a luxury brand used by the Royal Eagle Kingdom.
It can be seen from this that the vision of the royal family of the Eagle Kingdom is just that. Oh, shit luxury goods. To put it bluntly, isn't it just a raincoat?
Du Weiguo withdrew his gaze, threw away the cigarette butts, put on his hood, braved the light rain, stepped on the stagnant water, and strode toward the walled city ahead.
About 200 meters away from the walled city, Du Weiguo suddenly stopped because a sense of crisis suddenly arose in his heart, and the direction was very clear, which was the position of his heart.
Oh haha~
Du Weiguo grinned and smiled silently. He had been trapped by the crosshair, and the target was aimed directly at the heart, a typical military style.
Headshots, although they sound awesome, are actually extremely difficult to perform and can easily miss. For sharpshooters trained by the army, the first priority targets are the chest and torso.
It can be seen that even though Huo Wei's ability is far beyond that of ordinary sharpshooters and he can hit wherever he points with perfect accuracy, the inertia of the army has not changed.
The limit range of the Thompson submachine gun is 200 meters. Beyond this distance, no one can control the ballistic trajectory, but Huo Wei's limit should be far beyond that.
"Well, he can see at night, and his eyesight and accuracy are also good. He is indeed almost on the same level as Bai Jian, but this old man has a very violent temper.
If you don't say a word, you will be fighting to the death. Okay, it seems that you have to practice and see the real rules under your hands, so that people can talk to me calmly."
Du Weiguo smiled and muttered to himself, and shook his head helplessly. Then he took out the MP5 with a silencer from the hem of his windbreaker, decisively pulled the gun bolt, took big steps, and continued walking towards the walled city.
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"Ta Ta Ta!"
When Du Weiguo took the first step and his left foot was about to land on the ground, Thomson's unique typewriter gunshot exploded instantly.
A classic three-point burst, the bullets trailing dazzling fire, shot mercilessly towards Du Weiguo's heart.
This Huo Wei is a ruthless character, he kills decisively, he doesn't even have a single false move, and his attacks are fatal.
"Puff puff!"
At the same time as the typewriter gunshot sounded, Du Weiguo's left foot also landed firmly on the ground, and the MP5 in his hand flashed with a faint light.
Three rounds of 9mm Parabellum bullets came out of the chamber, as if they had been enchanted and had eyes.
At a distance of about 30 meters in front of Du Weiguo, he shot down three 11.43mm Colt automatic pistol bullets in an instant.
Time seemed to stand still for about a second, and then Huo Wei started the continuous fire mode, and the bullets instantly stretched into a straight line.
Like a flaming spear, it pointed straight at Du Weiguo's heart and stabbed it fiercely.
Du Weiguo, on the other hand, was content and unafraid, his footsteps did not stop at all, holding the MP5 in one hand, puffing out the flames, facing the terrifying flame spear, just like strolling in the courtyard, indescribably freehand and unrestrained.
The bullets collided in the air, making a muffled sound and splashing out extremely brilliant sparks in the air, but not even a single bullet could get as close as 10 meters in front of Du Weiguo.
This picture is very magical, almost unbelievable, like a miracle, but for Du Weiguo, it is just a basic operation, easy and enjoyable.
In the past, Du Weiguo's limit was that he could shoot down pistol bullets, but now, even rifle bullets are no problem.
For the Thompson submachine gun, the muzzle velocity of the bullet leaving the chamber is theoretically 280 meters per second, but in reality it is far less than that.
As for Du Weiguo's super eyesight, combined with his ultra-high agility, his dynamic vision is about 20 times that of ordinary people.
What is the concept? It is equivalent to the bullet's flight speed being reduced to less than 14 meters per second. If converted, it is less than 50 kilometers per hour.
Think about it, at a speed of less than 50 miles and a distance of more than 100 meters, even an octogenarian can probably avoid it, let alone Du Weiguo, who is incredibly skilled.
After a moment, the gunfire stopped.
With a smile on his face, Du Weiguo was calm and calm, while slowly changing the magazine, he continued to walk forward, his steps were terrifyingly steady, but the gunfire did not sound again.
When he was about a few dozen meters away from the Walled City, Huo Wei slowly walked out of the gate of the Kowloon Walled City, step by step, with empty hands, empty eyes, and a lost soul.
His confidence as a super shooter was shattered by Du Weiguo.
When they were 5 meters apart, the two people stopped at the same time and stared at each other. Huo Wei's eyes were blood red, staring straight at Du Weiguo.
His eyes were full of unconcealable surprise and he was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that there was such a heaven-defying marksmanship in the world.
Du Weiguo also looked at him with a smile. He looked about 36 or 7 years old, with dark skin, height 175cm and 2/`cm, slightly thin, short hair, and a firm and upright face. But at the moment, his eyes were particularly confused and a little out of focus.
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After a long time, Huo Wei finally calmed down his emotions, refocused his eyes, and spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Are you the evil god?"
He spoke authentic Chinese, with an obvious Northeastern accent. If you were more detailed, it would clearly be a Liao Province accent.
This unique flat-tongued pronunciation was so ecstatic and highly recognizable that the evil spirit directly turned into the evil spirit in his mouth, which sounded like a provocation.
Du Weiguo reached out and took off his hood, smiled and nodded, his tone was very casual, as if he was talking to his family:
"Well, I am, brother. Didn't you ask me to come here to find you? Now that I'm here, what's going on? What can I say?"
Du Weiguo also spoke Chinese, with an authentic Beijing accent. Huo Wei's pupils shrank violently, and he was somewhat excited.
However, he seemed to have thought of something, his eyes dimmed again, and he lowered his head in silence for a while before raising his head again.
There was a faint flame in his eyes, and he stared at Du Weiguo without blinking, his voice hoarse:
"Shen Shen, I, I am no match for you. If you want to kill or behead me, I will admit it. The people living in this shabby village are poor people with no way out. They don't have much money or money, so just let them go."
Good guy, Du Weiguo said in his heart, good guy, you made me say this, damn, it makes me look like some heinous villain.
Du Weiguo did not retort immediately, but smacked his lips, took out the cigarette case, lit one slowly, exhaled the smoke, and said in a teasing tone:
"Brother, those die-hard subordinates of Lai Hao are all inhuman cigarette dealers and are full of evil. Can they be regarded as desperate people?"
A trace of anger flashed in Huo Wei's eyes, he scratched his neck and growled:
"They are indeed not, and they deserve to die, but they are all Jianghu people. As the saying goes, Jianghu is all about Jianghu, and innocent people should not be affected. A top expert like you should not reach out."
Du Weiguo sneered:
"Oh, it's all about the Jianghu. That's right, brother. That's why I wasn't involved from the beginning to the end. But you didn't follow martial ethics first, broke the rules, went on a killing spree, and then even took the initiative to call me by name."
"Uh~"
Huo Wei was so scolded that he was speechless and couldn't hold back a single word. He is a typical Northeastern person, his hands are faster than his mouth.
He is the kind of straightforward person who can do something but don't beep. He is not good at quibbling. He could only speak a few words and was stopped by Du Weiguo, a strong-mouthed king.
Seeing that he had lost his temper, Du Weiguo, the loser, became even more proud. He glanced at him with a playful look, took a leisurely puff of his cigarette, and continued to smoke with a squinting look:
"As the old saying goes, if you don't have diamonds, you won't get porcelain work. Brother, if you want to be peaceful, no problem. I came here obediently. Now you can't beat me and can't explain it. According to the rules of the world, what should I do?"
Huo Wei's cramped old face was dark and red, and veins popped out on his neck. He tore open his coat, revealing his strong chest, and said while biting his molars:
"My skills are not as good as others, I have nothing to say. I accept the three swords and six holes, and I will pay you this stupid life. But God, if you are a man, don't hurt innocent people, leave a note for these poor people."
A way to survive.”
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo couldn't hold back any longer and laughed angrily:
"Ha! Brother, you are just a pure bastard. When will I have to embarrass those poor people in the walled city?"
"Huh? What do you mean by that? Didn't you order those gang thugs to come and besiege the city and seize the territory?"
Huo Wei's eyes were straight and his mind was confused. Du Weiguo said angrily:
"Brother, please use your brain, okay? I'm not a member of a society, so why are I grabbing this shabby territory? Do you want to do charity? It's obvious that those societies have ulterior motives and use chicken feathers as arrows."
"Uh~"
Huo Wei was completely stunned, his poor brain was running wildly, and his tone was a bit stuttering:
"You, you don't join the club, then why did grandpa say you are the leader of the three major gangs? Why do you still want to kill all the lame men?"
Looking at his silly expression, Du Weiguo suddenly understood that this old man who had no idea what was going on outside the window clearly knew nothing and was stupidly instigated and used as a weapon.
Inadvertently, the cigarette was extinguished by the raindrops. Du Weiguo threw away the cigarette butt helplessly. His hair was wet and a little uncomfortable. He smoothed his hair, shook it gently, and put the hood back on:
"Brother, that bastard Lame Hao, he sent people to attack my woman's company yesterday, and killed one of them without any regard for crime. The blood flowed into a river.
He also kidnapped my woman and buried hundreds of kilograms of explosives in the cave to deal with me. The murderer is now hiding in the walled city. I am seeking revenge and eradicating the root cause."
A person like Huo Wei, who is bold in killing and values love and justice, must respect the old-school rules of the world and pay attention to revenge when there is a grudge and repay a grudge when there is a grudge.
Upon hearing this, Huo Wei blushed immediately: "Really, really, you didn't lie to me?"
Du Weiguo asked angrily:
"Brother, do I need to lie to you? If I really want to besiege the city and seize territory, or even massacre the city, who do you think can stop me?"
An expert would know if there was anything there as soon as he stretched out his hand. Regardless of his position, Huo Wei admired Du Weiguo's almost Taoist marksmanship.
Shooting down bullets in the air, and using a submachine gun with a top sharpshooter like him, it is simply a magical power, a method like that of a god.
Huo Wei was an honest man and nodded with concern:
"Indeed, your marksmanship is superb. With a gun in your hand, no one can stop you. No one can stop you."
Hearing Huo Wei's praise, Du Weiguo laughed, and suddenly changed the topic and started chatting about family matters:
"Ha, brother, judging from your accent, you are from the Northeast. I have been to Korea before. I heard that you came to Hong Kong Island in 1954. Tell me, what happened?"
Huo Wei wiped the rain off his head and face, looked far away to the north, and said in a melancholy tone:
"Actually, there is nothing much to say. I am from Tielingchangtu. When I was in Goryeo, I was young and energetic. I violated orders and ran away for hundreds of miles. I chased and killed several damn beasts on the edge of Seoul.
At that time, the regiment commander was soft-hearted and was not willing to shoot me. He avenged me as a soldier and left me to fend for myself in North Korea."
Du Weiguo sighed secretly in his heart. Sure enough, it was exactly what he had guessed. It happened to be raining heavily now. He gave Huo Wei a hand and said in a gentle tone:
"Brother, it's raining heavily. Let's go over there and take shelter from the rain and have a cigarette."
Still under the awning of the coffin shop, with pale white lanterns overhead, the two of them started chatting enthusiastically.
As for the taboos, hey, they all came out of the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood. They were full of murderers and filled with evil spirits. Even if there were real ghosts, they had to go around them. Naturally, there were no taboos.
Du Weiguo took out his cigarette case and handed Huo Wei a red panda filter. When he took the cigarette, his hands shook and his voice trembled:
"Here, this is a red panda specially given to the chief? God, you still speak with a Beijing accent. Who are you?"
Du Weiguo smiled bitterly, not wanting to hide it from him, but his tone was a bit sad and sad:
"Oh, brother, I used to be a member of the Special Service Division of Forty-Nine City, but then I made a mistake. Now, just like you, I am just a living dead without a home and a country."
Upon hearing this, Huo Wei suddenly looked solemn, and his tone involuntarily became friendly:
"Forty-Nine City Special Service Division? Damn it, Ouchi master, no wonder your skills are so awesome!"
The Special Service Division was not an expert, and there was another bodyguard in Zhongnanhai. However, Du Weiguo just smiled and shook his head without explaining too much. He took out a lighter and helped him light the cigarette.
Huo Wei carefully held the red panda, took a greedy breath, slowly exhaled the smoke, closed his eyes and tasted it for a long time, and then murmured a groan:
“Good smoke, really tasty!”
Du Weiguo also smiled and lit one, slowly exhaling the smoke:
"Brother, what happened next? How did you come to Hong Kong Island again, and why do you still stay in the Kowloon Walled City?"
"Alas~"
Huo Wei let out a long sigh and looked gloomy:
"In 1953, I found a country woman in Kaesong, North Korea, and spent more than a year relaxing~~"
Huo Wei's story is not long, but it is quite tragic. The guy he was chasing in Seoul at that time was very likely to be the son of a certain high-ranking official, and this laid the root of the disaster.
He lived incognito in Kaesong for more than a year. Later, his identity was suddenly discovered, and he suffered retaliation from the National Intelligence Service. His wife was blown to pieces.
Huo Wei dragged his injured body and chased for more than 300 kilometers before finally killing all his enemies, but he himself was exhausted.
In a panic, Huo Wei used his last strength to hide in the coal pile at the bottom of an ocean-going cargo ship, and then drifted across the ocean to Hong Kong Island in a daze.
When he was approaching Hong Kong Island, Huo Wei was discovered. At this moment, he was already dying. He had been lying in the coal pile for several days, and he was no longer human.
In that world at that time, human life was as cheap as grass. When the crew found out, they didn't take it seriously and just threw him into the sea like a dead dog.
The dying Huo Wei washed up on the shore and was saved by a kind-hearted scavenger grandmother who lived in Kowloon Walled City.
Huo Wei is a man who attaches great importance to love and justice, and must repay kindness. Moreover, he has no family and country, and his heart is filled with despair. From then on, he and his grandmother depended on each other for life.
My grandma didn't die until the end of last year. After Huo Wei took care of her until she died, she lost her purpose in life and spent her whole day just eating and waiting to die.
The filter tip of the red panda was already burned to the cigarette butt, so Huo Weicai threw it away reluctantly, his voice was dull and his tone was sighing:
"That's pretty much it. I don't know what I am living for now, whether human or ghost. Although this walled city is in dilapidated condition, I am used to it and am too lazy to move."
Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke, gave him the remaining half pack of red pandas, and smacked his lips:
"Brother, you are not very old this year, are you? Don't you want to find another mother-in-law to continue the family line?"
Huo Wei shook his head bitterly:
"Oh, my Korean woman is an ignorant, stupid country girl. Cluster grenades were thrown in front of her, and she stupidly picked them up to see what they were~~"
Huo Wei's voice became softer and softer, his eyes turned red, and tears flashed. Du Weiguo immediately understood his emotions. His wife died so tragically at that time, and he felt he couldn't get over it.
Du Weiguo didn't speak anymore, just reached out and patted his shoulder. Huo Wei wiped his eyes, suppressed his emotions, and sniffed:
"I'm making you laugh. By the way, how could a great person like you, who is as powerful as a dragon in the sky, become enemies with a low-level person like Wu Shihao?"
Du Weiguo did not avoid taboos, but explained openly and concisely:
"Brother, to tell you the truth, I introduced Wu Shihao to him as the source of goods in the Triangle Area, and I took a commission from it. Later, he felt distressed and wanted to turn over the table."
Huo Wei frowned and asked bluntly without hesitation: "Then why do you want to get involved in this unscrupulous thing?"
Du Weiguo didn't care about this. He shook his head gently and said in a very light tone:
"Brother, I have never sold this thing. It was just by chance that I got to know the source of the goods in the Triangle Land and established a matchmaking relationship.
This thing is hugely profitable and makes people keep coming back. No matter what, it can’t be stopped. Brother, just now you said you don’t know what to live for now, how about you hang out with me in the future?”
Du Weiguo suddenly changed the topic, his eyes were burning and captivating.