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Being fast and accurate within seven steps is not just a saying.
While Chu Zihang was still listening to Chu Tianjiao's explanation and getting familiar with the firearms, Gao Kui thought for a moment, then disassembled all the firearms in front of him into parts with a "click-clack" sound, and then quickly reassembled the parts.
The hands that disassembled and assembled the guns were so fast that they were almost blurry, which for a moment reminded Chu Zihang of Jackie Chan and Daniel Wu in "New Police Story".
"Damn it, Gan, you've just set a new company record!"
Chu Tianjiao watched Gao Kui disassemble and assemble the gun through the rearview mirror, and was slightly surprised, recalling another movie.
That's too fast. Gao Kui's speed in disassembling and assembling firearms is too fast.
Even he wouldn't dare say he could do better than Gao Kui.
"Have you ever handled guns before, or participated in similar training?" Chu Tianjiao asked.
“A few years ago, I thought I was Constantine from Constantine, the Keanu Reeves version.”
Gao Kui was equally surprised, explaining, "The movie version of Constantine, well, he's a demon hunter who can use various firearms and martial arts to exorcise demons."
Although he only used a few firearms, such as the Sacred Shotgun and the Dragon Breath Gun, in the movie, he was indeed proficient in firearms and hand-to-hand combat.
At least in the video where I fantasized about being Constantine, I used these things more than once in my fantasy…
Gao Kui never forgot his memories of Constantine, but Chief Inspector Tomiyama said they were fake, so Gao Kui accepted those things as fake.
Having handled real guns and ammunition today, Gao Kui never expected that those false memories, which had been judged as fantasies, would actually be useful.
Chu Zihang was speechless. This is allowed?
Isn't it said that humans can't imagine things they don't understand? For example, Xiao Chunan, who has no sexual experience, always misses the point when he has erotic dreams.
How can Gao Kui's fantasies be brought into reality, or is it all just my fantasy?
"You may have congenital or acquired savant syndrome."
Truck driver Chu Tianjiao spoke eloquently like a professional psychiatrist: "In short, it's because of congenital or acquired brain nerve damage that they have acquired talents in some area that are unimaginable to ordinary people, just like the protagonist in 'Rain Man'."
For example, upon first hearing Tchaikovsky's First Piano Concerto, one could play the piece flawlessly within hours.
Or suddenly, someone goes from being mediocre to a mathematical genius, acquiring geometric expertise in a very short time that others would take half a lifetime to achieve.
This particular disease is more common in mixed-race populations.
Your statement strongly suggests that you possess extraordinary talent in firearms, having mastered the disassembly, assembly, and use of firearms simply by listening to my casual remark.
However, because your learning speed is so fast, you mistakenly believe that your previously fabricated fantasies have taken effect.
what?
So that's how it is. So I have extraordinary talent when it comes to firearms?
Gao Kui found it all very reasonable. Compared to the fact that the fabricated memories he himself didn't understand were actually useful, Chu Tianjiao's explanation was clearly more scientific.
Chu Tianjiao paused briefly, then made a slightly hellish joke: "If your fantasies during your episodes could come true, that would be wonderful."
"We don't need to do anything right now. Just imagine yourself as Superman with your underwear on the outside, or Batman—but you absolutely have to be Batman with preparation time—and that'll solve the immediate problem."
With Superman, a god among men, and Batman, who is as prepared as Jiraiya in intelligence gathering, taking down Odin would be a piece of cake.
"father!"
Chu Zihang scolded in a low voice, feeling that this joke by the man was somewhat hellish.
"My bad, my bad."
Chu Tianjiao chuckled awkwardly, realizing that he shouldn't have made such a joke with a mental patient.
Gao Kui remained expressionless.
He never fantasized about being Superman or Batman. Constantine's episode was a delusional episode, and even if he forced himself to fantasize about being Superman now, it would be useless, since it wasn't a spontaneous episode of delusions.
But he did indeed fantasize that he was the prototype for Superman Clark Kent: Emmanuel.
Birth, suffering, destruction.
Superman, a fictional superhero created by DC Comics, contains numerous religious metaphors. His personality, character, and experiences are highly similar to those of Emmanuel.
That's why Superman is called "God among men".
This God does not refer to the all-knowing and all-powerful God of the Old Testament, but rather to Emmanuel of the New Testament, who walks among men and brings hope to the world.
What if my delusions were actually useful, what if my delusions could come true, what if I really were "Immanuel"?
In a daze, the constant buzzing of flies and construction noises around me became increasingly distorted and strange in tone and volume, and the song "Love for Sale" playing on repeat in the car stereo changed direction.
“The divine wisdom of Heaven has come, has come, to rule over all things and bring harmony to all people.”
We earnestly request that the path of wisdom be revealed, guiding all beings to follow it step by step.
The hope of all nations. Coming, coming, uniting all people, with one heart and one mind.
May war, jealousy, and strife cease forever, and may the world be filled with God-given peace.
The catchy and upbeat song "Love for Sale," mixed with the chaotic tinnitus, twists together into a hymn, as if sung by a professional choir of hundreds of people in a grand and solemn ancient church.
Gao Kui recognized the song. This song, which is included in the 78th song of the "Hymn to All Heavens", is a Christmas hymn adapted from the famous 15th-century hymn "The Coming of Emmanuel".
The meaning of this psalm is not complicated; it is a prayer and celebration of the coming of the Savior Immanuel.
His "mother" at the orphanage was a believer. Every year on his birthday, "mother" would lead all the children in the orphanage, dressed in what were called new clothes but were actually old clothes donated by kind-hearted people, to sit around the fireplace, clapping and singing.
Celebrating the Messiah's birthday, and also celebrating Gao Kui's birthday, which is registered at the orphanage as December 25th.
"They're here!" Chu Tianjiao shouted.
Gao Kui suddenly looked out the car window.
Not one, not two, not three... but five, six, seven, eight, an overwhelming array of ugly, twisted black shadows gathered on both sides of the car window.
They chuckled and murmured, they pressed their knees against the car doors, pounding on them, their sharp fingernails scraping against the steel and glass.
Just from the slight furrowing of the brows of the Chu father and son, one could tell that the combination of these noises must have been extremely sharp and piercing.
What lingered in Gao Kui's ears was the hymn "The Coming of Emmanuel," as if those Odin's puppies outside the window were a hymn specially prepared for a certain being.
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"Oh!"
The bullet left the barrel, the muzzle flashing with a brilliant, scorching light. The car window on Chu Zihang's side shattered with a crash, and the heads of the several Deadpools clinging to the car door exploded like watermelons.
"Oh ho ho~"
Gao Kui, holding an M16A1 assault rifle, jumped onto Chu Zihang's seat, his adrenaline surging, and pointed the gun at Deadpool outside the window, who was sipping and singing softly, and started firing wildly.
That felt so good, fucking good! Gao Kui hadn't vented like this in a long time. In the hallucinations of the last two or three years, Gao Kui had always been in a completely passive state.
Emmanuel led him to the kingdom of heaven, where he witnessed a great red dragon with seven heads, ten horns, and a tail, dragging a third of the stars in the sky, roaring towards the heavens. It was then hurled to the ground by the archangel Michael, and there was no longer a place in heaven where the great red dragon was.
Emmanuel then took him to the deepest part of hell, Judah's Hell, to admire Lucifer, the three-headed, six-winged king of hell, as he devoured the souls of the three sinners: Judah, Brutus, and Cassius.
Gao Kui had witnessed the scenes of heaven and earth, purgatory and hell, in his imagination.
The fantasy was so real that Gao Kui roared and went mad with rage, wishing he had a submachine gun to shoot down all the fantasies of Emmanuel, Lucifer, purgatory, and demons.
Unfortunately, Gao Kui couldn't do it; he could only passively be guided by Emmanuel as a spectator. This time, with a gun in his hand, Gao Kui could finally do what he had longed for countless times.
Golden flames burned in his pupils, dazzling and brilliant. Gao Kui knelt beside Chu Zihang, meeting the gazes of each of the Dead Servants who were softly singing outside the car window.
There was no fear in his eyes.
The Deadpool outside the car window, in terms of its imposing presence, ferocity, divinity, and oppressive power, was utterly insignificant compared to the monsters and demons of my past fantasies.
No matter how bizarre Deadpool is, can he be more bizarre than Emmanuel?
Even if Deadpool is strong, can he be stronger than a seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon?
Even if Deadpool is fierce, can he be fiercer than Lucifer, the king of hell?
They're just a bunch of small fry.
Gunfire erupted, black blood spurted, spraying all over Gao Kui's head and face.
The mentally ill man simply lay prone beside the car door, holding an M16A1 submachine gun, tightly gripping the trigger, and motionlessly firing at Deadpool outside the car window.
Bullets struck Deadpool's head and chest one after another, the bursts of black blood seeming like the pent-up repression and rage of Gao Kui accumulated over the years, stretching out in the wind like black ribbons over ten meters long, only to be swept away by the storm.
"You bastards, are you trying to get back at me?"
"Then you fucking picked the wrong target!"
"Want to play games? Want something exciting? Fine, I'll play with you. You son of a bitch, you bastard, don't eat those sour radishes..."
The grand and solemn hymn "The Coming of Emmanuel" still echoes in my ears.
Gao Kui looked as if he had been doused with oil and his face was covered in blood. His eyes were fierce and his mouth was sweet as he kept spewing out trash talk.
The gun barrel was shoved into the mouth of the last Deadpool who was clinging to the car door, and the gun barrel was pointed upwards as it fired several shots, smashing Deadpool's head to pieces.
Then Gao Kui pulled out the gun barrel and leaned half his body out of the car window to look outside.
Perhaps there are hundreds, perhaps thousands, countless Deadpools, like cheetahs chasing cough syrup in an advertisement, forming huge groups and speeding down the road chasing the hundred-ton king.
They growled and chuckled, and some of the Deadpools closest to the Hundred-Ton King had already climbed onto the carriage and were charging toward the engine.
What a grand scene!
"Say hello to my little friend!!!"
With a ferocious expression, Gao Kui loaded the M203 grenade launcher hanging from his assault rifle, dodged the tires, and fired the grenade at the several Deadpools who were lying on the roof of the vehicle and were about to approach.
With a deafening roar, the specially made grenades from the Kassel Equipment Department exploded amidst the Deadpools, bursting into fleeting flames. The flying shrapnel blasted all the Deadpools who were lying on the side of the carriage off the road.
"You sons of bitches, didn't you want to play something exciting? Exciting, right? Do you like it? Want to taste my cannonball again?"
"You idiot, you bastard, you idiot, don't eat the sour radish..."
Gao Kui continued to unleash a barrage of attacks, pouring out bullets and trash talk.
“I bet you he thinks he’s Tony Montana right now.”
Chu Tianjiao casually teased Gao Kui, then pulled out a long knife with a clear, water-like blade from the storage compartment on the car door, gripped it in his backhand, and thrust it straight at the left side of the car door.
The long sword pierced through the car door, with the front half of the blade exposed, slicing several Dead Servants who were running wildly alongside the Hundred-Ton King in half at the left side of the car door.
Chu Zihang recognized the sword, the Divine Sword Murasame.