Old Harrier laughed, the kind of smile where his shoulders were completely relaxed and his hands were completely drooped, as if his entire upper body had entered a state of relaxation.
"Does it mean that in the eyes of a big shot like your leader, a small-time thief like me is suitable to be a traitor?"
There was a sadness all over him.
However, the decisive ally who came to do things this time was very good at talking: "Don't think so. Sometimes stopping losses in time is a kind of wisdom in life. Perseverance will look stupid."
"Besides, isn't your hand enough for you to make a choice?"
“How can there be any loyalty in northern Myanmar?”
"Even if you did, you shouldn't show this virtue to someone who has hurt you, right?"
The young man said it with a smile and a laugh.
It's like, after a classmate on campus was bullied, the teacher called the parents of the two children, and the 'parents of the child who bullied' said to the 'parents of the child who was bullied': "Who didn't get beaten twice as a child?" Ah, what’s this?”
The old harrier immediately raised his residual hand and took a look. Then, he turned his gaze to the young man in front of him and shook the residual hand: "We won't talk about the hand."
Old Falcon is a smart man, and his refusal to talk to the young man in front of him has nothing to do with morality. The main reason is that this matter has nothing to do with this young man.
Did you save this hand?
Or did you pull Xu Ruifeng back and ask him to chop us less?
Since it is neither, aren't you just using our pain to create a fact that is beneficial to yourself by using a high-sounding reason?
This is so damn immoral!
"Talk about betrayal."
But what the old kite said next seemed to be more sensitive.
"What do you call betrayal? It's called timely stop loss;"
"You also said that sometimes it is wiser to give up than persist."
"Hehehehe."
The old harrier smiled miserably, pointed at his forehead and responded: "I fucking listened."
"You are right, this is northern Myanmar, a place without faith, honor, law, and morality."
"Everyone here is a lonely ghost. It makes sense to betray anyone as long as it is for your own benefit."
hiss……
At this time, the old falcon lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly. While making this sound, he thought and said: "This is like the particularly dilemma I saw on the Internet. If your child becomes a campus student in school, Will you let a victim of violence fight back?"
The old harrier pointed to his chest again: "Let me declare in advance, I will definitely do it."
"Don't talk to me about morality and the rule of law. It's my child who is being bullied now."
"This is the same as before my eyes. If I don't agree with what you call betrayal, I will die."
"Right?"
The young man nodded heavily: "Yes."
The old harrier didn't say much, he just said: "I'll go with you."
The young man didn't expect this to go so smoothly and seemed a little surprised.
But then I thought about it, this is fucking northern Myanmar!
It was no longer a surprise immediately.
"Boss, check out."
At this time, two drunk guests walked downstairs from the night show. They looked very distinctive. One was as black as death, as if someone had been tied to the woods and exposed to the scorching sun for several years. From the inside, The blackness shines out;
The other one is rough to the point of death. What will happen to him? Not to mention that his face was dry and peeling, the hand holding the handrail of the stairs was like a saline-alkali land that had been dry for several years. It had cracks like spider webs. The cracks were filled with dirt due to the accumulation of dirt all year round. The back of my hand is so chapped that I can't even remove it with a steel wool brush.
The old harrier didn't even look at either of them, but continued: "I can go with you, but you have to answer me one question, just one question. I won't ask any more."
The young man looked at him and responded: "Ask." He may have thought that what the old kite wanted to ask was how this group of people entered Meneng and how they entered the county. Now these things are no longer secrets that need to be kept.
"It's the same question as before. Now that you are a parent whose child is being bullied, do you want your child to fight back..."
Is it even necessary to think about it?
Just as the young man was about to open his mouth, the old kite immediately stretched out his hand to stop him: "My request is, don't answer me with your first reaction. Just think a little deeper, just one layer."
"What do you mean?"
The young people don't understand.
But the old scoundrel Old Falcon said very maturely: "The simplest idea about this matter is that I must let the child fight back, otherwise he will have to be bullied by others for the rest of his life;"
"If you think about it more deeply, it will become that if I let my child fight back, the child will be the same perpetrator of school violence. If all the children in the world think this way, then school violence will always exist. And it will make the child’s world never peaceful.”
"If you can still think about it, then think about it one more level. This level is, if parents of children all over the world ask their children to fight back, do you have the courage to do this and let school violence be in your hands? The first person to stop; on the contrary, if the parents of other children have already started to ask their children to stop using violence and are looking for other ways to solve the matter. Will you choose justice in the true sense, or take advantage of other people's sacrifices to sacrifice yourself? What if the cat goes to the corner and shouts slogans, but actually secretly tells the child to fight back, and he must not suffer a loss?"
"You think, you think hard?"
At this time, there seemed to be some noise in the young man's ears.
"Hey, what happened to Lao Yao?"
"I guess he just got the injection and was still high. Did you feel that he didn't recognize anyone anymore? We didn't see him when we came down. Last time, old Yao was so high that he gave me a talk in the private room upstairs. Ancient philosophy, such as Don Quigothe, Archimedes, and others, pointing out the world map and talking about it in reverse, made me vomit every time I talked about it."
The young man felt that the eyes of the old falcon in front of him were a little dazzled and divergent, so he suppressed his anger and said: "You are not here to build northern Myanmar!"
The old harrier held a gun on his belly, put both hands on the opponent's shoulders, and said completely nonchalantly: "But in this world, you use 'stop loss in time' to betray, and you use 'should be rational and calm' to betray." There are too many people who are pouring cold water on and causing trouble."
"I'm really not here to build northern Myanmar. I'm not very good at construction in my own country, so what's the point of doing construction here?"
"But I have to build my own heart."
The young man was completely confused. It was the first time he saw a drug lord talk to him about his conscience. The needle holes on the back of this guy's hands were still bleeding out even if he used too much force!
"Brother Yu, they are going to kidnap the boss!"
At this time, the bartender who was huddled in the bar finally plucked up the courage as if he saw an acquaintance, and pointed at the crowd in front of him and shouted.
The two men with "unusual style" who had already walked to the bar responded coldly: "We are not blind!"
Yutou pulled out two large silver-white Colt revolvers from his waist with both hands, and used his rough thumb to open the hammer. When the muzzle of the gun moved to the head of the brave young Confederate soldier who was only two or three meters away from his eyes, When I got on, I didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger!
boom!
Colt's huge power blasted the man's head into a rotten watermelon on the spot. The old Falcon felt as if someone had poured a bowl of sticky warmth on his neck collar. He lost focus and started talking nonsense: "Who the hell threw a bowl of porridge at me? I'm talking about philosophy here!"
After acupuncture and talking about philosophy, Lao Yaoying is definitely a strange flower in the acupuncture world!
A wonder in full bloom!
(End of chapter)
