Become a Two-dimensional hero

Mozart stared blankly at Mo Kun's actions. Since Wen Mu asked his uncle to get the gun, he wanted to scream loudly and tell his uncle that Wen Mu was a liar.But when he was about to make a sound, the trembling vocal cords revealed his intention, and Wen Mu tightened the hand that stuck his throat.The trachea was stuck, and Mozart suddenly lost the ability to speak.

He opened his mouth and breathed heavily, his face flushed from lack of oxygen, and the veins on his neck were prominent.He could only watch desperately and helplessly as Mo Kun found the gun under the coffee table, and then walked from the side of the coffee table in front of him, his every move was like a movie stuck in a disc, playing slowly frame by frame in front of him.

The sound of the safety release of the pistol sounded like thunder to Mozart's ears. He stared wide-eyed at the muzzle aiming at his eyebrows, and Wen Mu silently smiled behind him.

But Mo Kun didn't shoot. He looked at Mozart with complicated eyes, hatred and nostalgia flickered in his pupils, and his chest heaved non-stop, revealing the fierce struggle in his master's heart.Even if he believed Wen Mu's words, it was true that the person in front of him was Mo Youyu, but did he really do anything to Mo Youyu?

Mo Kun put his index finger on the trigger, made a gesture of exerting force several times and wanted to press it down, but stopped when he was actually exerting force. After repeating several times, he released his breath and put down the handle of the gun. With the other hand, he grabbed his hair and looked at Wen Mu with a dejected look: "General Wen, I want to say a few words to him..."

Wen Mu put away the smile from the moment he put down the gun. He looked at Mo Kun expressionlessly, and then at Mozart who was almost suffocated by him. He suddenly withdrew his strength and let go of Mozart. Clamped, stood up from the ground.

Mozart's body that was about to suffocate and passed out suddenly took in fresh air. The moment Wen Mu let go of him, he fell to the ground exhausted, his lungs started working again, his chest heaved up and down, and he gasped violently on the ground, as if he was dehydrated and was about to die of thirst. fish.

Mo Kun squatted in front of Mozart, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eye sockets were slightly red, he took a breath and looked up, trying to stop the tears that were about to flow, he choked up and said: "18 years, Why on earth? Why did you do that?"

Wen Mu stood behind Mo Kun. He looked down at the two uncles and nephews squatting on each other. Mozart lay on the ground with his face turned sideways, and looked at Wen Mu who was behind his uncle. Wen Mu's eyes were full of contempt and depth. In the bottomless darkness, he removed the gentle disguise in front of outsiders, and showed his coldness without any scruples in front of Mozart.

Mozart withdrew his gaze and looked at his uncle. His breathing calmed down a little, and he finally regained the ability to speak, but his voice was hoarse: "I'm sorry..."

He just said three words, but Mo Kun seemed to be blown up by a cat whose tail was stepped on: "Enough! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you said that 18 years ago! I don't want to hear your apology, I want You tell me the reason! You saved me twice, you also saved my brother, you saved so many people! Why did you do that later?!"

He almost lost his breath after speaking in one breath, he slowed down, and softly added in a crying voice: "You should be a hero, shouldn't you?"

Hero... These two words seemed to have turned into a huge boulder, falling on Mozart with Mo Kun's voice.He twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a wry smile: "But... being a hero is too hard..."

He scratched the ground with his fingers, the marble tiles could not be scratched by human nails, but his hands were painful, but he didn't seem to notice it, softly said: "As for the reason..." He The voice is getting lower and lower.

Mo Kun couldn't help getting closer, trying to hear what Mozart said clearly, but Mozart made a sudden move, and his muscles tensed up secretly to gather strength from the moment he recovered his breathing. He was like a boa constrictor hunting its prey, waiting for the right time, and now his uncle is approaching For himself, the gun in his hand is not steady, this is the timing!

He snatched the gun in Mo Kun's right hand. Mo Kun, a civil servant with little skill, let go of the gun almost without any resistance. Mozart turned sideways to prevent Wen Mu from reacting and attacking him. Pulling the trigger halfway, after two years of training in the military academy, his marksmanship is not to say that he can hit every shot, but he will never miss it at such a short distance. He fired several shots at Wen Mu's chest and heart.

After such a change, Mo Kun just squatted in place blankly because he didn't react at all.But Wen Mu also stood there, indifferent to Mozart grabbing the gun and shooting at him.

Seeing him standing still, Mozart felt a little suspicious at first, but when he slammed the trigger, he realized why Wen Mu didn't hide. There was no bullet in the gun!

Mozart's series of smooth and standard sideways shooting movements stopped, and Wen Mu walked forward unhurriedly. Mozart turned over and jumped up from the ground. He smashed Wen Mu's forehead with the butt of his gun.

Wen Mu turned his head to avoid it, and at the same time raised his arms to block Mozart's attack.Mozart didn't expect to hit him either, he threw away the gun and made a move to turn around and kick sideways, but Wen Mu seemed to block it as expected.

Mozart was knocked back two steps by Wen Mu's force, maintaining his figure, he opened up his fighting posture and moved his right wrist.Seeing this, Wen Mu suddenly sighed: "You guys are so similar, even your fighting moves and habits are so similar."

Mozart's heart tightened. Of course he knew who Wen Mu was talking about. At the same time, he also realized that Rosen's fighting ability was probably taught by Wen Mu, so Wen Mu knew his every move.

This is undoubtedly worse, there is a certain gap between him and Wen Mu, and the gap is even greater because Wen Mu is familiar with his own moves.

Wen Mu's eyes fell on Mozart, but he seemed to be looking at another person through him, a man who used to call him "Father" piously, it seems that he is not interested in this chess piece named "Rosen". No emotion, just less important than his insane ambitions for revenge.

He was distracted for a moment because he fell into the memory. Mozart seized this opportunity and rushed forward. He went straight to Wen Mu's throat and other fatal parts. Facing such a terrible enemy, he had no reservations, so that every blow could be as good as possible. Incapacitate the opponent.

The speed of his punching was faster than before, and the potential of the human body was stimulated to the greatest extent because he was in a desperate situation. Mozart knew that if he could not defeat Wen Mu, waiting for him and his uncle would definitely not end well. Wen Mu just now He had no scruples in what he said, and he didn't care about exposing his secrets, which meant that he didn't even want to keep them alive.

As Peregrine Falcon said, humans can always do things that machines judge to be impossible, and he can create miracles, just like when he defeated Xia Changyu in the New Mecha Fighting Competition.

He is entangled with Wen Mu. Wen Mu is 120 years old this year. He has been fighting with others almost since he was able to walk. He has seen all kinds of "mountain and night" fighting methods. When he was 50 years old Left and right, there is almost no one who can compete with him evenly, let alone defeat him.

But now, Mozart's offensive actually made him feel a little pressure. Instead of being surprised, he was overjoyed, with a smile on his face. He didn't attack. The next point, you can bypass my line of defense."

"Kick fast and never let the opponent grab your leg or you will lose your balance."

"After the elbow misses, you should retreat immediately. The enemy will definitely attack at this time." As he said this, he made a feint, as if he was about to attack, and Mozart quickly retreated.

However, Wen Mu didn't really attack, and the force on his fist was released in the middle. He seemed to be a father who taught his son to fight. He tolerated everything and used practice to teach his son how to attack and how to dodge.

Mozart, still angrier at his cat-and-mouse teasing, attacked again.

"This punch..." Wen Mu didn't finish his sentence, Mozart changed his move halfway, and went down at an angle, so that Wen Mu couldn't block it in time, but he also reacted immediately and turned his body, but the corner of his lips was still hit up.

Mozart didn't hold back his hand. Although his fist just brushed away, there was still a trace of bruise on the corner of Wen Mu's lips.

He just finished the rest of the sentence, nodded in appreciation and said, "Not bad."

He wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips with his thumb, and put his hands in front of his chest. Mozart's eyes froze, and Wen Mu became serious.

After the fight just now, Mozart has actually touched a little bit of Wen Mu's fighting habits. For example, he prefers to dodge to the right, and after a right uppercut, he will definitely follow a knee strike.

The deepening of his understanding of Wen Mu increased his confidence in winning. He rushed forward again. This time Wen Mu started to attack, and Mozart was under more pressure. Because of the violent movements, his sweat had already soaked the shirt on his back.

He struggled to remain undefeated, after dozens of rounds.Wen Mu punched out with his right hand, Mozart's pupils shrank, and he came!Next, he will follow with a knee strike, this is his chance!

As expected by Mozart, Wen Mu raised his right heel, as if trying to force himself.

Mozart squatted down suddenly, spun on the spot, and made a move to sweep his legs. It stands to reason that Wen Mu's foot was unstable at this time, and he would lose his balance instantly. This is his chance to win!

But Wen Mu chuckled: "One more thing, never underestimate your opponent, the moves and routines he uses in front of you may be trying to lure you into the bait."

Wen Mu didn't make any consecutive knee strikes at all. He punched again and hit Mozart's side face. Mozart was hit so hard that his head was turned to the side, and he almost flew upside down. He stood up from the ground covering his face. Get up, spit out a mouthful of blood foam with a "bah".

Wen Mu didn't give him any room to breathe. He took a step forward and punched him in the abdomen. The abdomen is one of the softest parts of the human body. Without the protection of the bones, the blow was painful. Mozart held his abdomen in pain. Kneeling down on the ground, cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly.

He had already been defeated, and the severe pain made him lose the strength to resist. He bit his lip so that he could not breathe out the pain, and he knelt down on the ground weakly.

Wen Mu didn't continue to attack, he turned around and walked to the side of Mo Kun who was staring blankly at the two of them, there was the empty gun that Mozart had just thrown away.

He bent down to pick it up, opened the magazine, took out a bullet from his pocket, loaded it into the magazine, reloaded the magazine into the pistol with a "click", pulled the safety catch, and walked back to Mozart.

Mo Kun suddenly realized something, he stood up staggeringly, and begged Wen Mu: "General Wen, he, he hasn't given a reason yet, he has lost the ability to move, can you not kill him first..."

Wen Mu glanced at him, completely ignored his pleading, and continued to walk in front of Mozart. Mozart's pain eased a bit, and he saw the muzzle of the gun on his forehead.

Wen Mu smiled and said: "Vienna Star, Yongye Starfield, you should have died in those two battles, but you are like an immortal ghost, miraculously come back every time, I want to see, are you Not really, won't die?"

He pressed the muzzle of the gun against Mozart's forehead, and made Mozart feel pain. He maintained this force and moved the muzzle down Mozart's body surface to Mozart's chest, where the heart was.

He pressed down with his index finger, and with a "bang", Mozart stared blankly at the red blood flower that exploded on his chest. Talking about something, Mozart's pupils dilated, and he heard it was the whisper of death. He turned his back to the sky and fell down powerlessly.

Mo Kun stared wide-eyed at the flashing fire from the muzzle of the gun. He roared in disarray, and rushed forward to hug Mozart, pressing his chest, trying to stop the blood that kept gushing out, but the blood kept coming out. It flowed out between his fingers, and gradually a large swath of shocking red fainted on the ground.

The author has something to say: The main character is dead.

How to do it?

It's better to end like this and let the world be destroyed!I can also be regarded as the creator of a new genre after the meteorite genre hahaha

Alright, I crossed out all of the above, I would probably be sprayed to death if I ended up like this, put the lid on the pot and escape.