The two words alone are nothing. Even if they are combined together, they may still make people happy. However, if this gift from Hong Kong Island is brought by someone named Wang, it will definitely not be a good thing!
"Why!" Hong Wengang didn't want to know what the gift was. He just wanted to know why Wang Yaozu was chasing him.
"Why? Ha!" Wang Yaozu sneered, "I think your question is extremely untechnical. Why? Of course it is the ultimate judgment of 'justice' against 'evil'."
"I will destroy you on behalf of justice!"
Hong Wengang was stunned for a moment, and then uncontrollable anger appeared on his face. Perhaps he knew that the other party had come all the way from Hong Kong Island to pursue him, and he would definitely not escape death today. Hong Wengang no longer considered any forbearance, and loudly
roared, "Justice? Fuck justice!"
"What is justice and what is evil!"
"What qualifications do you, a murderous executioner, have to claim to represent justice!"
"Why am I evil? Do you know how many people's lives I have saved? Do you know how many people survived because of me! Do you know how many people live better lives because of me!"
“What’s wrong with exchanging those social wastes that have no value for the lives of those who are more valuable and can make greater contributions to society!”
"Even if there are a hundred or a thousand of those rubbish, what's the value? Are they worth a surgical expert? Are they worth a successful business executive! Are they worth a politician!"
"Can they be worth the contribution a scientific researcher makes to this conference?"
"They can't!"
"It's me who makes their lives more valuable and sparks a brighter flame. They should thank me. It's me who makes them no longer ordinary and lets them live in another way!"
"Even the scraps they have left can help more people live better!"
"What's wrong with me!"
“Organ transplant surgery was created to keep more valuable people alive!”
"I have made important contributions to the progress of human civilization as a whole!"
"I, Hong Wengang, am the just one!!!"
Looking at Hong Wengang roaring loudly on the deck, Wang Yaozu picked his ears and suddenly said in a calm tone: "Then, what do you want to express? Shouldn't you die? Or should future generations pay homage to you?"
"I..." Hong Wengang was suddenly speechless. Yes, he just wanted to live.
"Who can decide whether you are righteous or evil?" Wang Yaozu said with a sarcastic smile, "I tell you, it's God!"
"And I am God!" As he said this, Wang Yaozu pulled the six-tube Gatling Bodhisattva installed next to him, pointed it at the sea, and pulled the trigger.
With the sound of "ta da da da da da...", the entire sea surface was completely boiled by this metal storm. The water splash was two or three meters high, and a large amount of water splashed onto the yacht.
The frightened people on the boat hurriedly ran for cover.
As Wang Yaozu adjusted the shooting angle, the barrage circled around the entire yacht. A small number of bullets hit the yacht uncontrollably, directly penetrating the entire deck. It was only for a short moment that the yacht was affected.
The smooth and beautiful shell is already like old scrap metal.
As Wang Yaozu let go of the hand holding the trigger, the sea gradually calmed down. Pulling Gatlin back, Wang Yaozu spoke again: "Have you seen the great power of God?"
"I tell you, caliber is justice, range is truth, and now, justice and truth are both in my hands, and you can only be evil, understand!"
Hong Wengang, whose body was splashed with sea water, was full of reluctance but was helpless. Now, he had nothing but a mouth and looked so helpless.
"Those who survive are the ones who are just. After you die, no matter how righteous you think you are, it is useless. You are not even qualified to write justice!" Wang Yaozu's voice came again, "Have you seen the person in my hand?
This is the gift I brought to you from Hong Kong Island, your brother, Hong Wenbiao!"
"This is the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle of your life. And I only need a gentle push. If he falls from here, he will definitely die. And his death means that even if I don't do anything, your life will be about to end."
Enter the countdown."
"No, no, no, no, you can't, I beg you!" Hong Wengang collapsed the moment he saw his younger brother.
"Begging me, how can I beg you? I can't see your sincerity!"
"Pfft!" As soon as Wang Yaozu finished speaking, Hong Wengang knelt down immediately, "I beg you, let him go. I will do whatever you want. If I have money, I will transfer it to you, more than a billion!"
Hong Wengang knelt down without hesitation, not because he had deep feelings for his brother, but because he really couldn't let his brother die.
Heart transplant surgery is different from other organ transplant surgeries. The transplanted heart can last up to eight years. This is still theoretical. Therefore, a new heart must be replaced within eight years. This is the reason why Hong Wenbiao has been alive.
If the source of the heart could be found, Hong Wengang would definitely use it from an outsider and let his brother's heart continue to grow in his body. This was like breeding, a last resort insurance that was used only as a last resort.
In fact, Hong Wengang had always hoped that his brother would have a child... It would be better to have more children. This is like farming, sowing a heart in spring, and a steady stream of hearts will grow in autumn.
After all, the two brothers have the closest blood types and are most likely to succeed. This may be one of the reasons why Hong Wenbiao became abnormal.
"If you want to raise money..." Wang Yaozu hesitated for a moment, then turned around and said, "Akai, lower your height, I want to have a good talk with Mr. Hong Wengang!"
On the deck, hearing these words, Hong Wengang suddenly felt a fire in his heart, and he saw the dawn of hope.
Regarding Wang Yaozu's words, he forced himself to believe that if his subordinates had not lied to him before, then Wang Yaozu was the mastermind behind the Malaysian bank kidnapping case. What the hell is justice? This guy only loves money, but for Hong Wengang, there is no such thing.
What is more important than keeping him alive? After all, people are going to die, so why do you need money!
"Boss, can you believe what he says?" The bald man looked like a drowned rat and walked over and whispered.
"So, do you have any other options?" Hong Wengang asked without looking back.
Bald man: "..."
The other party has just demonstrated the power of justice and truth that he has, so whatever he says now is right.
The plane lowered its height and almost touched the deck. The Gatling Bodhisattva was almost on the heads of a group of people on the ship. Li Jie and Abu jumped out first, followed by Wang Yaozu.
"Come on, Xiao Hongzi, let's talk about a big deal worth over one billion!"