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- There was nothing to say all night, and Yang Luo still didn't go out the next day. He sat in the room and watched the day's news. It was almost all about the Diaoyu Islands. The little devil was jumping up and down, seeking help from various countries in the world. But no one is a fool. In addition to the Americans' own interests, there are also some Yakuza countries in East Asia who want to follow suit and take advantage. No one is willing to wade into this muddy water. Especially now that China's economy is taking off, no country will offend China for Japan.
Yang Luo asked the landlady to bring two bottles of sake, and drank by himself, enjoying himself. Until night, Yang Luo stood up and walked out of the room. Standing on the street, looking up at the night sky. A crescent moon hangs high in the sky. Pieces of thin clouds drifted slowly, covering the crescent moon, making the whole world hazy and mysterious.
Yang Luo was stunned for a while, and then looked around. There were trees everywhere and carefully cultivated flowers everywhere, although they were withered now. But these withered plants dilute the depression and heaviness of the city's patchwork of reinforced concrete. If you take a deep breath of the clear air, you will feel natural and fresh.
Although Yang Luo has been in Nagoya for a few days, this is the first time he has looked at the place so carefully. He has to admit that it is indeed beautiful. Neat and clean, it's like being in heaven on earth.
Yang Luo stood there without moving, with a heart-stopping smile on his lips. This paradise in the eyes of outsiders will soon turn into a hell on earth. And I, Yang Luo, want to let the Japanese government and Japanese right-wingers taste the bitter wine they brewed. I want them to remember this day forever, always feel pain, and always remember my name, Blood Wolf! ! ! !
At this time, a gust of cold wind from early winter blew through Yang Luo's thin clothes like a knife and eroded his skin.
Yang Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and the mist drifted away with the wind. He straightened his collar and murmured: "Winter is really coming, and it actually makes me feel cold." After saying that, he walked forward, just like this alone. The target wandered under the dim street lights, listening to the heavy snapping sound of landing boots and the road. The sound was like the war drums of ancient battlefields, full of blood and killing.
I don¡¯t know how long I walked, but the buildings became denser and denser. The bustling streets and surging crowds broke the cold and silent night in early winter.
Suddenly, a sad erhu sound came from a teahouse not far away. Teahouses are not uncommon in Japan. Although the tea ceremony originated in China, it has become a cultural art in Japan. It is not only about material enjoyment, but also about learning tea etiquette, cultivating temperament, and cultivating people's aesthetics and moral concepts through tea parties.
The sound of erhu lingered in Yang Luo's ears. The subtle resentment makes people feel sad. In such a season, such a piece of music made figures appear in Yang Luo's mind Shi Qi, Bei Yinyao, Wang Tong, Huo Feng actually gave him the urge to go home.
Yang Luo shook his head suddenly and said with a wry smile: "I'm so fucking homesick." Then he looked up at the flashing neon lights and said, "Come on, I'll be home in a few days."
I hailed a taxi, got in, took out a thick stack of U.S. dollars from my pocket and threw them to the driver.
¡°I¡¯ll cover your car.¡±
The driver is a middle-aged man in his teens, with a thin body and a pair of small eyes that shine brightly at the green banknotes.
"Sir! Where are you going?"
Yang Luo lit a cigarette: "I want to see the scenery of the entire city of Nagoya."
The driver nodded sharply: "No problem." After saying that, he collected the money and drove slowly around Nagoya city.
Yang Luo smoked a cigarette, his eyes always looking outside. As a soldier and a commander, he must concentrate all his energy and strive to firmly engrave the layout, streets, and buildings of this city that is about to become a battlefield into his brain.
Time passed silently. Yang Luo looked at his watch. It was already past two in the morning, and everything about this city was already imprinted in his mind.
"Stop!"
The driver stepped on the brake, Yang Luo opened the door and got out of the car, looking around. This is a north-south street with a small park not far ahead.
Since it was already early in the morning and far away from the urban area, except for the cars passing by from time to time, there was not a single pedestrian on the street.
Yang Luo straightened his collar, swayed and walked over. At this moment, two figures flashed across the darkness, seemingly carrying a person on their shoulders, and then disappeared into the park.
Yang Luo raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth: "It seems that the show has begun."
"Darkness is always a fig leaf for sin, hiding all unknown secrets.
"Let me go, you bastard."
"Crack" crisp soundThe sound of light came, "Shut up bitch, or I'll kill you." Then there was the sound of clothes being torn.
Yang Luo slowly walked into the park with a smile on his face, and there were bursts of rapid breathing. In the darkness, two figures lay there and kept stirring. There was a dark figure lying there in the thick grass, filming with a camera in his hand.
Yang Luo walked over without concealment, the sound of heavy footsteps was particularly harsh in such a silent night.
The two guys who were enjoying themselves suddenly got up, took out daggers on their bodies, and grabbed two naked girls to block them in front of them.
"Who? Damn it, get out of here." Then he took out a dagger from his pocket.
Yang Luo appeared in front of the two guys. They were two white men. They were wearing U.S. military uniforms on their upper bodies and their pants were pulled down to their ankles.
Yang Luo looked down at the ugly pieces on their crotches and smiled: "You continue."
"Shit, you disgusting Japanese pig, get out of here, or I will send you to see God."
Yang Luo shrugged: "Okay! Okay! Don't get excited, I'll leave right away."
"Help!" A girl suddenly shouted.
"Damn it! Shut up." A guy yelled angrily, squeezing the girl's neck with one hand.
Yang Luo was about to leave when he heard the girl's frightened cry and stopped. In fact, most Chinese people hate the Japanese, especially soldiers like Yang Luo. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come up with such a plan to put a shit basin on the Yankee's head.
But when he saw the helpless and frightened eyes of the two girls, he thought of Cuilian, that poor and distressed girl.
Yang Luo couldn't help but sigh: "Let them go and leave. Don't worry, I'm Chinese and won't call the police."
The two guys looked at each other, put daggers on the backs of the two girls, slowly bent down and lifted up their pants, then suddenly pushed the two girls, turned around and ran away, blinking and disappearing into the night.
Yang Luo walked away without even looking at the two girls.
The guy lying in the grass got up, ran to the exit of the park, and then got into a three-sided off-road vehicle. The moment he started the car, his right hand quickly reached towards his lower back. A Sauer P220 pistol appeared in his hand, and then pointed at a figure behind him.
"Who are you?"
The figure said with a smile: "Don't be so nervous, take me to see Hong Yejun."
Hearing Hong Yejun's name, the guy became even more nervous, and his finger on the trigger tightened: "Who are you?"
"My name is Yang Luo."
The guy was stunned for a moment, staring at Yang Luo's face. After a while, his tense body relaxed, he put the gun away, and said respectfully: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, I didn't see your face clearly. "
Yang Luo smiled: "Let's go! Take me to see Hong Yejun."
The guy nodded, stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared, and the car sped out quickly.
At the Weissach Castle Hotel, Hiroshi Toshio was still awake. He was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a glass of red wine, looking at the night outside.
¡°Bah bang bang¡¡±
There was a gentle knock on the door, and Hong Yejun frowned and shouted: "Come in!"
A subordinate pushed the door open and walked in. He bent slightly and said, "Your Excellency! Mr. Yang is here and he wants to see you."
"Oh?" A smile appeared on Hong Yejun's face: "Let him come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Luo wandered in and said dissatisfied: "Hong Yejun, it's really not easy to meet you. You have to be searched and reported."
Hong Yejun smiled apologetically, walked to the wine cabinet, took out a wine glass, and handed the glass of red wine to Yang Luo.
"Let's have a drink and I'll apologize to you."
Yang Luo took the wine glass, clinked it with Hong Yejun, raised his head and drank it all, then sat down on the sofa.
"You shouldn't place people here, they should all be in Okinawa."
Hong Yejun filled up the two people's wine glasses again, sat next to Yang Luo and asked strangely: "How do you know?"
Yang Luo picked up the wine glass and kept shaking it. He looked at the red liquid that was rotating regularly inside and said, "I became a hero for a time and saved two Japanese girls who were raped" At this point, he glanced at Hongye. Jun, "Should your Japanese government give me a bonus and then give me some kind of International Friendship Medal?"
Hirono Jun smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Yang! The plan has been implemented, and the video from Okinawa has also been sent to me. When will it be uploaded to the Internet?"
Yang Luo put the wine glass on the coffee table: "Don't upload all the videos, just find one with high definition."
"Why?" Hong Yejun asked puzzledly.
"The Japanese police are not fools, and the Japanese people are not fools either. How could it be such a coincidence that more than a dozen rape cases were caught and photographed."
Hong Yejun nodded: "You are right, I didn't think well."
Yang Luo stretched, stood up and said, "I'm going back. You deploy as soon as possible. I don't have much time here."
"Wait!" Hong Yejun said to a subordinate standing at the door: "Go and arrange a room for Mr. Yang." The subordinate nodded and walked out.
The ringing of telephones at the Nagoya and Okinawa police stations broke the tranquility of the night. When they received more than a dozen reports of rape cases, their minds went blank, and then they reported to the superiors with excitement and sweating profusely.
Tokyo, since the last time Yang Luo carried out a classic terrorist attack in Japan and extorted tens of billions of dollars from the Japanese government, Okada Bunji was forced to step down, and deputy director Okura Takao took the position of director.
Okura Takao was sleeping with his wife, who was more than ten years younger than him, woke up by the sharp ringing of the phone.
He picked up the phone and sat up suddenly when he heard the report inside. He yelled, "What did you say? There were more than a dozen cases of rape of young girls by the US military in Okinawa and Nagoya?" Without waiting for the other party to reply, he put down the phone and put on his clothes and staggered. He ran outside slowly.
Japan and the United States are now in their honeymoon period and are preparing for joint exercises to put pressure on China on the Diaoyu Islands issue. But I didn't expect that something like this would happen. If it wasn't handled well, he would become the second Bunji Okada and cast a shadow on Japan-US strategy that can never be erased.
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