Almighty painter

Chapter 915: Offensive Anna (Part )
Bang!Bang!
There were two consecutive muffled gunshots from behind.

"Peter" opened fire somewhere on the freighter.

Singapore has extremely strict gun control. Even if they managed to find the smugglers in the underground black market in the Philippines, they could only get a very limited amount of weapons.

Pistols are easy.

Rifles are more difficult.

The other party was the only one among them who had a "big gun".

The crackle of the 5.56mm bullets sounded deeper and hoarser than the sound of the Parabellum pistols they were firing.

Its bullet is longer and has a larger charge. After being fully accelerated by the narrow barrel of a military rifle, the lethality it creates at medium and long distances is completely on a different level.

In such a small space.

It can completely form a massacre-like suppressive force.

"Two shots, single burst, only two shots fired."

“Stewie” believed that “Peter” would be able to take control of the situation quickly.

As gunshots rang out in the distance, the freighter shook slightly, the engine room stopped urgently, and the propeller at the stern, which was taller than an adult man, stopped.

The cargo ship "Perugia Polo" began to drift without power on the sea at night.

Control the target.

While destroying the ship's control system, it creates a completely isolated secret room.

Everything went according to their original action plan.

Intellectually.

"Stewie" thinks that he should also speed up the action on his end.

He never took Gu Weijing seriously. Such a delicate person was just a chirping bird in his heart.

If there were any grains of wheat on the ground, he would come and peck at them day and night. If you glared at him, he would apologize in a panic.

What if someone pointed a gun at him?
He was like a person holding a big, fat cat in his mouth, trembling all over and pretending to be dead respectfully.

Facing the little bird he picked up casually.

"Stewie" was in a good mood, so he held the cat in his palm and played with it, plucking its feathers one by one and watching it struggle and cackling.

"Stewie" was in a bad mood and lost interest in playing, so he squeezed the other person's heart out of his butt.

If Gu Weijing was more obedient.

"Stewie" took him back to the forward deck and locked him up with the other guests in the banquet salon.

If there is any trouble.

He was frightened out of his wits, yelling and trembling so hard he couldn't walk... He just shot the other person dead, and it didn't matter if "Lois" wanted to shoot the other person dead.

Just like the European sailor who shouted "Please" twice and was beaten to death.

Their life or death has nothing to do with it.

Now there is a small episode.

Their target, Anna Elena, had given up resistance and lay motionless on the deck, like a bird shivering in the cold wind.

And he was punched.

"Stewie" was pecked by what he thought was a bird casually held in his palm.

Long before he set his sights on Anna.

"Peter" has trained them for two years and has mastered 72 different killing techniques, which is a bit exaggerated. At least they have all received combat and gun training.

Gu Weijing punched as fast as he could.

"Stewie" still dodged his attack very easily, only lightly brushing his clothes.

Being pecked by a delicate little bird.

No pain.

But it's torturous.

Just like the inquiring gaze directed at him in the corridor before, "Stewie" was hurt by the light peck from the golden bird's beak.

damn it.

Why does he dare?

I have a gun! I can blow your head off with one shot, you know that. I have a gun, and you dare to punch me so ridiculously.

"Bro, you are clearly looking down on me!"

"Stewie" was shocked.

After that.

Realizing that he was looked down upon by a bird in his heart, he was instantly overwhelmed by a great sense of humiliation.

Imagine that feeling: for a robber full of desire for violence, the most wonderful moment in his life is to watch others being frightened out of their wits and begging for mercy under his brutality.

Crying, shouting, begging.

He begged the other party to let him go. The crew member's pleading "Please", "Please" was more beautiful than the music in his ears.

It makes people feel like drinking fine wine.

Those cowardly and submissive feelings are the best food for the desire for violence in the heart, and are the best fuel alcohol for the alcohol stove in "Stewie's" heart.

just now.

However, Gu Weijing acted like a tough guy in front of him and tried to resist.

He stood in front of him calmly, just like a guest attending a banquet.

Arrogant.

Even...he was as cold as ice, high and mighty.

As a kidnapper, he was actually looked down upon by a hostage who should have been begging him to let him go.

What do you mean?
I don't have a gun, you can look down on me.

I'm holding a gun, and you still look down on me——

Didn’t we just take that old man’s gun for free?

Then what should the violent desire in his heart, the fire that wants to tear people apart, devour in order to be satisfied?

A brutal criminal wants to gain excitement not from blood, but more importantly from the submission and obedience shown by the victim behind the blood.

These can bring him great pleasure.

Gu Weijing's arrogance deprived "Stewie" of his enjoyment.

A feast for the gluttons. When he was about to eat, he poked it with a fork and felt the hard touch, which made him realize that it was a sculpture made of stone.

Gu Weijing’s meal cannot be considered a full meal.

Anna Elena, who was curled up and staring at the scene blankly, was the chicken pie baked on the dining table, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with lots of juice.

Gu Weijing...

He is just an appetizer before the meal.

The stone appetizer had ruined "Stewie's" appetite, and he had completely irritated the other party.

If such anger and shame are not filled by killing others in a cruel way, then in Stewie's heart, the only option is suicide.

He picked up the pistol in his right hand.
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Miss Elena felt a strong sense of gloom when the other party raised the pistol.

The woman's toes, wrapped in stockings, were curled up tightly in the tip of her shoe.

A cramping feeling spread throughout her body.

"It's time! You're so stupid, little painter, you'll get yourself killed!"

Anna felt herself speaking.

She couldn't make any sound. A pair of hands grasped her chest, pinched her heart, and squeezed it non-stop, like squeezing a water bag, squeezing her soul out of her body.

Her body was convulsing.

Her soul was silently watching the scene before her.

The kidnappers did not shoot directly.

Originally, he would most likely do so, but now Gu Weijing's stubborn action of standing up from the ground angered him, and Gu Weijing's eyes also angered him.

He didn't want to hear a gunshot, didn't want to see a small bloody hole appear on his forehead.

This ending is too easy.

It was like swallowing a strawberry made of stone into your throat without chewing it. If he was killed like this, "Stewie" would be shrouded in the shadow of his superior gaze for the rest of his life.

He wanted something more intense.

He wanted to smash the strawberry, squash it, and make a satisfying crunching sound under his fingertips.

"Your gun isn't big enough."

"Meg," the waiter's cold and mocking voice rang in his ears, "Even if you are facing hostages, you can only get a NO."

Sissy Meg's words stimulated "Stewie" extremely strongly.

Obviously not the same thing.

"Stewie" still couldn't bring himself to endure such a strong insult.

He wanted to hear the other person wail.

He wanted to hear the other person cry and moan. He wanted the other person to kneel on the ground and beg him, so that he could feel wholeheartedly and happily that he was really a noble and superior person.

"Stewie" took the pistol and flicked the handle of the pistol, turning the pistol upside down.

He held the barrel of the pistol and smashed it hard on the head of the guy who just stood up.

puff.

A dull sound.

Gu Weijing fell down without a word, a wound opened on his forehead and blood dripped onto the deck of the cabin.

"ill."

Stewie muttered.

Even with such a fierce blow.

It's like knocking on stone.

Not hearing the wailing sound he imagined made him a little unhappy. Maybe in his rage, he failed to control his strength and hit him unconscious?
The feeling of blood flowing did help to vent some of the violent anger in my heart.

"Stewie" reminded himself to take care of the important things first.

He took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and tried to grab the woman's hair for the second time.

The woman still did not dodge.

She was like a frozen river, a puppet with all her turbulent emotions sealed away.

"Stewie's" hand stopped in place for the second time.

Someone just punched him.

just now.

Someone pulled his trouser leg.

"Stewie" kicked him in the face, knocking him to the side. He kicked him fiercely and violently, but Gu Weijing didn't say a word.

He was kicked and rolled over on his side.

He slowly raised his body backwards, groping around with his hands, trying to grab something to stand up.

this time.

Instead, "Stewie" took a step back.

"WTF, this guy is sick."

He couldn't help but mutter for the second time. Rather than anger, a more accurate description would be confusion... or even a hint of creepiness.

That is the natural horror that humans feel when faced with things that are beyond their control, incomprehensible, and indescribable.

The seemingly calm sea.

Suddenly you discover that there may be an octopus as big as an island on the seabed.

Anyone would probably feel fear.

"Stewie" stared at Gu Weijing in confusion.

He held the barrel of his pistol, looking at the little bird that could not be killed, hammered or knocked down, and that always flapped its wings and climbed up from the ground.

"Wow...you know...I..."

The only change is.

The little bird finally chirped.

The young man hummed something in a low voice.

"Stewie" thought he was going to beg for mercy, and his heart was moved, so he listened attentively.

"I heard that... in some parks in the Golden Triangle... when faced with someone who is disobedient and unwilling to cooperate, the local boss will organize his subordinates and take turns beating him until he is beaten to death. You will pour pepper water on him, and you will even bury him alive—"

The young man hummed.

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, leaving them bright red.

This time, there was really blood, dripping and unable to stop. I couldn't tell whether it was coming from the broken lips, the nose, or the wound on the forehead.

"Some people say that you will sell the organs of the kidnapped people. Others say that it is difficult to do such a thing with the poor medical conditions in the Golden Triangle, and that you can only use them to stir-fry kidneys... Anyway, there are many true and false rumors. Whether it is true or false - I always want to say, it is too low, really."

“Fear, you play with fear like a child with piss plays with mud.”

Gu Weijing held his knees and breathed hard.

Strings of blood dripped down his jaw and onto the deck, like lines of agate.

"A rope of fear, you want to use the rope to pass through people's scapula, one by one, to become ghosts under your command. But in the end, one day... you will also become a link in this rope of fear, and become a slave to fear."

"I can't beat you, I'm not afraid of you, I despise you from the bottom of my heart."

Gu Weijing raised his head with great effort.

Every word he spoke would involve the wound on his face, so he spoke slowly and in a low voice.

"You will always be the dry bones sinking in the mud, and you will always be the losers on the edge of society."

He grinned.

Once again, he tried to reach out and hit, or maybe even reach for "Stewie's" face.

"I don't know who you are, but I'm not afraid of you."

"Stewie" spat at him forcefully.

He didn't understand what Gu Weijing said at first.

never mind.

The contempt in this guy's words tortured "Stewie" and made him want to go crazy, especially for a loser on the margins of society, these words hurt him deeply.

He punched him in the face again.

Gu Weijing was knocked down by the force.

Then he grabbed him by the collar and smashed him down with the barrel of the pistol without hesitation.

puff.

puff.

puff.

Anna listened to the voice coming from her ear.

She stared at "Stewie" swinging a pistol and Gu Weijing who was still struggling. She didn't know which of the two looked more like a monster.

The two people were engaged in a silent tug of war.

The battlefield of the struggle was Gu Weijing's body.

They seemed to be competing to see who would be the first to smash all the bones in Gu Weijing's body, or who would be the first to punch him, or in other words... to smear the other's blood on his face.

Miss Elena didn't know who would win.

She knew it.

If this goes on, Gu Weijing will be crushed to death in less than a minute.

She watched the other person's arm twitching, and Gu Weijing curled up his body as much as possible to resist the dull hammering.

puff!
Another heavy blow.

Elena thought of their debate about courage that day.

Gu Weijing told him that true courage is never about eating people, but about bravely facing the hunter's gun.

It hurts.

Doesn't it hurt him?

Miss Elena felt pain when she heard the sound. She was at a loss and she also felt pain. The woman in pain was shaking all over.

Women know.

There is no one else in the world who will continue to talk to him in such a nagging way.

No one would laugh at her.

No one would argue with her.

No one would discuss with her what Kara found in the painting "Old Church in a Thunderstorm" back then.

This feeling made Anna Elena seem to collapse from the middle. Soaked in the cold sea water, she frantically scratched the mud and sand around her.

Only by grabbing something can you escape from this drowning despair.

puff!
There was another pop.

It wasn't that Gu Weijing was hit again, but Anna felt that her heart was crushed. A warm, burning heat flowed from her chest into her whole body.

Her soul seemed to be connected with her body again.

It was a raging fire.

The rage was ten, a hundred, a thousand times stronger than when she faced Alexander.

Miss Elena wanted to put her anger above all the laws of the world, above all her illness, her pain, and her powerlessness.

She just wanted the other party to pay the price.

Miss Elena reached out and grasped the crutches under the wheelchair.

(End of this chapter)