Rogue Aventure

There was nothing to say all night, and Yang Luo still didn't go out the next day, sitting in the room and watching the news for the whole day.Almost all about the Diaoyu Islands, the little devil jumped up and down, seeking help from various countries in the world.But no one is a fool. Apart from the Yankees' own interests, there are also some bums in East Asia who want to take advantage of it. No one is willing to take this muddy water.Especially now that China's economy is taking off, there will be no country that offends China for Japan.

Yang Luo asked the proprietress to bring two bottles of sake, and drank it alone, enjoying himself.At 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.Sheets of thin clouds floated slowly, covering the crescent moon, making the whole world hazy and mysterious.

Yang Luo was stunned for a while, then looked around, and everywhere he saw were trees and carefully cultivated flowers, although they had withered now.But these withered and yellow plants dilute the oppression and heaviness of the urban reinforced concrete patchwork.If you take a deep breath of clean air, you can feel natural and fresh.

Although Yang Luo has been in Nagoya for a few days, this is the first time he has looked at it so carefully, and he has to admit that it is indeed beautiful.Neat and clean, like being in paradise on earth.

Yang Luo stood there without moving, with a palpitating smile on the corner of his mouth.This paradise in the eyes of outsiders will soon turn into hell on earth.And I, Yang Luo, want the Japanese government and Japanese right-wingers to taste the bitter wine they brewed themselves, and let them remember this day forever, feel the pain forever, and always remember my name, Blood Wolf! ! ! !

At this time, a gust of early winter wind blew, like a knife, piercing through Yang Luo's thin clothes and eroding his skin.

Yang Luo breathed a sigh of relief, the mist drifted away with the wind, straightened his collar and muttered: "Winter is really here, and it makes me feel cold." After speaking, he stepped forward, just like this alone The purpose wandered under the dim street lights, listening to the heavy crackling sound of the land combat boots and the road surface, the sound was like the drums of an ancient battlefield, full of blood and killing.

I don't know how long it took to walk, the buildings became more and more dense, the bustling streets and the surging crowd broke the cold and silent night of 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 a material enjoyment, but also through tea parties, learning tea etiquette, cultivating temperament, and cultivating people's aesthetic and moral concepts.

The sound of the erhu lingered in Yang Luo's ears.Gently resentful, slightly sad.In such a season, such a piece of music made Yang Luo's brain appear one by one... Shiqi, Bei Yinyao, Wang Tong, Huofeng... It actually gave him an urge to go home.

Yang Luo shook his head suddenly, and said with a wry smile, "I'm actually homesick." Then he looked up at the flashing neon lights, "Hurry up, I'll be home in a few days."

After hailing a taxi, he took out a thick stack of US dollars in his pocket and threw it to the driver.

"I've taken care of your car."

The driver was a middle-aged man in his teens, with a thin body and a pair of small eyes staring at the shiny green banknotes.

"Sir! Where are you going?"

Yang Luo lit a cigarette: "I want to see the whole city of Nagoya."

The driver nodded sharply: "No problem." After finishing speaking, he collected the money and drove slowly around the city of Nagoya.

Yang Luo was smoking a cigarette and kept looking outside.As a soldier and a commander, he must concentrate all his energies and strive to firmly engrave this city that is about to become a battlefield, its layout, streets, and buildings into his brain.

Time passed silently, Yang Luo looked at his watch, it was already past two o'clock in the morning, and everything about this city had been imprinted in his head.

"parking!"

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 morning and far away from the urban area, there was not a single pedestrian on the street except for cars passing by from time to time.

Yang Luo straightened his collar, swayed and walked over.At this moment, two figures flashed in the darkness. They seemed to be carrying a person on their shoulders, and then disappeared into the park.

The corner of Yang Luo's mouth curled into an evil smile: "It seems that the good show has already begun."

Darkness is always a fig leaf for evil, hiding all unknown secrets.

"Let go of me, you bastard."

"Slap" came a crisp slap, "Stinky bitch | shut up, or I'll kill you." Then there was the sound of clothes being torn.

Yang Luo walked into the park slowly with a smile on his face, and there were bursts of panting sounds from inside.In the darkness, two figures lay there and kept stirring.In the dense grass, there is another black figure lying there, holding a camera in his hand and filming.

Yang Luo walked over unabashedly, the sound of heavy footsteps was extremely ear-piercing in such a silent night.

The two guys who were enjoying it suddenly got up, took out a dagger on their bodies, and grabbed two naked|naked girls in front of them.

"Who? Damn, get out." Then he took out a dagger in his pocket.

Yang Luo appeared in front of those two guys. They were two white men, wearing American military uniforms on their upper bodies, and their trousers were pulled back to the ankles.

Yang Luo looked down at their ugly bits and pieces and smiled: "Go ahead."

"Shit, you disgusting Japanese pig, get the hell out of here, or I'll send you to God."

Yang Luo shrugged: "Okay! Alright! Don't get excited, I'll leave right away."

"Help!" a girl yelled suddenly.

"Damn it! Shut up." A guy roared angrily, strangling the girl's neck with one hand.

Yang Luo was about to leave, but when he heard the girl's terrified cry, his footsteps stopped.In fact, most Chinese people hate Japanese, especially soldiers like Yang Luo.Otherwise, he wouldn't have come up with such a plan to put shit on Yankee's head.

But when he saw the helpless and terrified eyes of the two girls, he thought of Cuilian, that poor and distressed girl.

Yang Luo couldn't help sighing: "Let them go, you go away. Don't worry, I'm Chinese and I won't call the police."

The two guys looked at each other, pressed the dagger against the backs of the two girls, slowly bent down and lifted their pants, then suddenly pushed the two girls, turned around and ran, blinking and disappearing into the night.

Yang Luo didn't even look at the two girls, and walked away.

The guy lying in the grass got up, ran to the exit of the park, and got on a three-edge off-road vehicle.The moment he started the car, his right hand quickly reached his back, and a Sauer p2 pistol appeared in his hand, and then pointed to a figure behind him.

"who are you?"

The figure smiled and said, "Don't be so nervous, take me to see Hong Yejun."

Hearing Hong Yejun's name, that guy became even more nervous, and his finger on the trigger tightened: "Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Yang Luo."

That guy was taken aback, his eyes fixed on Yang Luo's face, after a while his tense body relaxed, he put away his gun, 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 rushed out quickly.

In Westing Castle Hotel, Hiroya Toshi was still awake, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with a glass of red wine, watching the night outside.

"Clap clap clap..."

There was a light knock on the door, Hong Yejun frowned, and shouted: "Come in!"

A subordinate opened the door and walked in, bent slightly and said, "Your Excellency! Mr. Yang is here, and he wants to see you."

"Oh?" Hong Yejun showed a smile on his face, "Let him in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Luo walked in unsteadily, and said dissatisfiedly: "Hong Yejun, it's really not easy to see you, you are searched and reported."

Hong Yejun smiled apologetically, walked to the wine cabinet and took out a wine glass, and handed the glass of red wine to Yang Luo.

"Let's have a toast, and I'll give you an apology."

Yang Luo took the wine glass, touched it with Hong Yejun with a ding, raised his head and drank it in a gulp, and then sat down on the sofa.

"You shouldn't put people here, they should all be in Okinawa."

Hong Yejun filled the wine glasses of the two of them again, sat next to Yang Luo and asked strangely: "How do you know?"

Yang Luo picked up the wine glass and kept shaking it, looking at the red liquid rotating regularly inside, he said: "I became a hero once, and saved two Japanese girls who were raped..." Speaking of which, he glanced at Hong Ye Jun, "Shouldn't your Japanese government give me a bonus, and then give me some kind of International Friendship Medal?"

Hong Yejun 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?"

Yang Luo put the wine glass on the coffee table: "Don't upload all the videos, just find a high-definition one."

"Why?" Hiroshi asked in bewilderment.

"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 carefully."

Yang Luo stretched his waist, 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 the phones from the Nagoya and Okinawa police stations broke the tranquility of the night. When they received more than a dozen rape|rape calls, their brains went blank, and then they were shocked and sweated profusely to report to the higher authorities.

In Tokyo, since Yang Luo carried out a classic terrorist attack in Japan last time, extorting tens of billions of dollars from the Japanese government, Fumji Okada was forced to step down, and the deputy director Takao Okura took the position of director.

Okura Takao was sleeping with his wife who was ten years younger than him, when a sudden and harsh phone ringing woke him up.

Picking up the phone and hearing the report inside, he suddenly sat up, roared and shouted: "What did you say? There were more than a dozen cases of rape|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 out on foot.

Now Japan and the United States are in the honeymoon period, and they are preparing joint exercises to put pressure on China on the Diaoyu Islands issue.But I didn't expect such a thing to happen. If he is not handled properly, he will become the second Fumji Okada, and will cast a shadow that will never be erased on the Japan-US strategy.