But outside, there were two Vietnamese holding guns.
The black muzzle emanated a cold glint, extinguishing the joy of those rushing towards freedom.
"Go back, wait!" one of the Vietnamese said.
Wang Weiheng attempted to negotiate, but a Vietnamese fired a shot at his feet; the bullet ricocheted and hit the arm of someone behind him.
"My arm, ah, my arm!"
In the terror of death, Wang Weiheng felt a warm sensation between his legs; he had wet himself.
At this moment, with a gun pointed at him and bullets piercing the air so close, he finally understood America was not what he thought it was.
Unfortunately, it was all too late.
The conqueror's throne is built on skeletons; the king seated upon it cannot hear the cries of the white bones beneath him.
The capitalist system and the human system are two incompatible sets of systems; the core difference lies in whether human values or capital opportunities take precedence.
