He quickly hid the small handbag in his pocket, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily. Only after confirming that no one was around did Wang Ma cautiously take another look.
Inside the bag lay a pistol, two magazines, and a box of ammunition.
The pistol is entirely black, with a small purple bead embedded in the stock.
The bead emitted a faint purple light, which looked quite eerie.
"A gun! This is actually... a gun! No, no, no! How could there be such a thing in China? This must be fake. Yes, this must be a toy gun!"
Wang Ma kept convincing himself that it was just an ordinary toy gun.
But he was somehow influenced and inexplicably took out the pistol.
The moment his right hand gripped the pistol, a cool, metallic sensation entered his palm.
Immediately afterwards, a faint voice appeared in his mind, hoarse and filled with boundless killing intent.
"Kill! Kill! Slaughter! Do you hate it? Do you suffer? Are you angry? Pick up this gun and kill those you hate! Go, go, go! Go kill them!"
The voice in his mind grew clearer and louder, almost taking over all his thoughts.
Those painful, distressing, and angry memories hidden deep within erupted at this moment, and continued to escalate.
"I want to...I want to kill you all..."
"No! You can't do that! It's illegal! No, you can't!"
"Kill...kill you all, kill!"
Wang Ma's voice became hoarse, and his eyes began to glow with a scarlet light. Then, his remaining rationality was completely replaced by anger.
He took all the pistol ammunition and bullets out of his backpack and then put them in his pocket.
He was wearing a down jacket today, with large internal pockets that could easily hold all these things.
After throwing the handbag into a trash can on the street, Wang Ma hailed a taxi and immediately headed to the Shanyun Hotel.
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