Du Lei had already made it clear or guessed in his heart that what Zhao Li did was shady, and those medicines were by no means harmless to society as he had said to comfort himself.
He was just driven by money and interests, and became part of the crime in silence.
“It’s okay to lie to others with some words, but don’t lie to yourself.”
Si Yao sighed again, and the man's face suddenly turned ugly and livid.
"Of course, due to your innocent background and lovely nationality, plus this batch of goods is indeed not among the contraband investigated by the customs, you are not committing a crime in a legal sense."
The young man's words instantly made Du Lei's mood rise from purgatory. When he raised his head, the look in his eyes seemed to have seen the palace door with a milky white halo on the edge of the kingdom of heaven.
"but,"
Si Yao's voice paused playfully, and the man felt the joy of soaring from the ground disappear in an instant. The heavenly gate suddenly closed, and the colorful auspicious clouds above his head also left him.
"Zhao Li's behavior has invaded the group's interests, and as his subordinate and project collaborator, you need to pay the price for this matter."
"I……"
The man excitedly held the handle of the seat and wanted to stand up, but he didn't know how to defend himself.
But Si Yao's words just now, "It is not a crime in the legal sense" greatly comforted him. The moment he heard about the incident, he thought of receiving the verdict of being sentenced to death by the court and deprived of political rights for life.
Now in his eyes, the solution that could destroy money and eliminate disaster turned out to be so amiable.
"It's a pity, after all, we are not the Japanese yakuza, the Italian mafia, nor the American gangsters. We will not abuse lynching to chop off a finger or cut off an ear to punish illegal gang members or teach greedy fools like you. It was too bloody and brutal.”
Si Yao's next words made Du Lei's mood go up and down like a roller coaster. The flesh on his oily face was trembling. If part of his fearful expression before was a show of weakness.
But when he saw the young man take out a revolver made of stainless steel with a shiny silver body and a dark brown walnut handle engraved with special anti-skid patterns and metal badges from his suit pocket, his face turned pale and horrified. Even breathing seemed to have stopped.
The young man filled the gun with Magnum bullets while admiring without changing his expression.
"Colt Anaconda (Colt Anaconda) is an American product. This pistol has a simple structure, is safe and reliable, and can be called a classic among classics."
"Si...Chairman Si, you are illegally holding a gun."
Seeing the young man stuffing bullets into the cylindrical magazine of the revolver one by one, Du Lei's voice was already distorted by fear.
"What, you're going to sue me?"
Si Yao raised his head and looked at him coldly and then smiled. His fair and jade-like skin was as cool as a temperatureless ghost against the moonlight that filtered through the window.
"No, no, it's not. If you have a lot of people, please let me go and let the little ones go!"
The man was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly and wanted to kneel down to the young man in front of him with tears streaming down his face.
"Okay, they are all here to fool around. Do you understand the rules of admitting your mistakes and standing at attention when you are beaten?"
Si Yao angrily turned sideways to avoid the man's carelessly grabbing hands. After turning the revolver's magazine a few times with his fingers, he even leisurely blew the gun amidst the metallic crisp sound of the cocked chamber. whistle.
As the owner of Yan Ling Setsuna, Si Yao's interest in firearms research is almost to the point of obsession. The Colt Python, as the "Rolls-Royce" in the pistol world, is his favorite existence.
"There are three bullets stuffed in it. After pulling the trigger, you have a 50% chance of living and a 50% chance of dying. But no matter what the result is, the interest dispute between you and the group will be wiped out. If you are still alive after three minutes, If you are hesitant, let me fire the shot for you."
Si Yao put the overturned desk back to its original position with a light kick, threw the silver Colt Python with a clang on the table, and lay back on the desk with his head in his hands. The rotating office chair stared at the man who was still kneeling on the ground with a scrutinizing look.
"Choose."
Si Yao's cold voice interrupted the man's fear of escaping. He stood up staggeringly, holding on to the edge of the table, looking at the pistol on the table full of struggle.
"I have one more question."
Du Lei managed to raise his head and look at Si Yao.
"You ask."
The young man looked down at his watch.
"Director Zhao Li Zhao, he must be dead."
"I didn't expect you to care about him."
Si Yao's lips curved into a smile.
"I can guarantee you that you will never see him again in your life. Whether you survive today or not."
After receiving the affirmative answer, Du Lei, who was ashen as ashes, stretched out his hand to pick up the revolver. He struggled several times to lift it up, but every time the cold barrel of the gun was close to the warm temple, Du Lei always had something in his mind. Memories of the past emerge.
He doesn't want to die yet!
The man tried to point the gun at the guy in front of him who had been sneering and forcing him, but he always felt that since he dared to throw the gun in front of him, he must have a reason.
What's more, he just wanted to live. It was easier to decide to turn a blind eye and do evil things for Zhao Li than to actually shoot and kill.
"Three minutes are up."
While heaven and man were still fighting, Si Yao had already stood up from his seat and slowly walked towards him.
"Since you can't make a decision, let me help you."
The young man forcefully stretched out his hand to pry open the man's fingers and took out the revolver, then quietly put the muzzle of the gun close to the middle of his forehead, which was still stained with sweat.
"Oh, actually, the Colt Python has another shortcoming that I forgot to tell you. It is too powerful as a pistol, and its high recoil also results in insufficient accuracy, making it often difficult to aim at people in the distance. But I think since I have been training since I was young, my arm strength should be pretty good and my hands won’t shake, so don’t worry.”
Du Lei, who had already closed his eyes and prepared himself for the trial, felt his legs tremble when he heard these words. What a hellish joke this was. How can you ask for accuracy at such a close distance? Your head will explode from the inside out like a piece of watermelon.
"Snapped!"
A hollow gunshot sounded in the quiet room, and the man trembled for a long time without recovering. Then he opened his eyes in ecstasy, and saw Si Yao with a depressed expression tapping the trigger for the second time.
"don't want!"
He yelled in horror.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
After several gunshots were fired in succession, Du Lei was sweating profusely and fell to his knees almost exhausted, his eyes empty and confused like a walking corpse.
He even strangled his own neck and began to retching uncontrollably out of fear.
Even though he was still alive at the moment, everything he encountered seemed to be no different from death. Heaven and hell were only separated by a thought.
"Do you feel the feeling of taking risks now?"
Si Yao grabbed a handful of bullets in his left hand and threw them away casually, jumping in all directions on the ground. With the word spirit and instant amplification, it was not easy for him to use some tricks in front of Du Lei.
The self-introduction he gave when he arrived showed that Du Lei's ending would not stay in this quiet room.
What Si Yao did was just to teach him awe and experience firsthand the uneasiness of walking on the edge of life and death.
It's not always possible to have such good luck for gambling. He has lost his capital.
