Rogue Aventure

Naoto Kan's eyes went dark, his body shook, and then the phone on line [-] rang again.

"Report! The port of Nagoya was attacked by unknown militants, and all facilities in the port were destroyed. The Mitsubishi Heavy Industries military research institute and factory were also destroyed by rockets, and the number of casualties is unknown."

"Uh!" Naoto Kan rolled his eyes, almost lost his breath, and threw the phone out of his hand viciously.

"A bunch of damned bastards, I must tear you to pieces."

Those cabinet ministers can't sit still anymore. It seems that the terrorist attack that happened in Japan a few months ago will repeat itself, and their good days are coming to an end.

"Bang" Morimoto slammed his fist on the desk, his whole face distorted and deformed: "Blood wolf! It must be a blood wolf. I didn't expect him to take the first step and caught us by surprise."

Naoto Kan roared: "Didn't you say that the Red Army only has more than 100 people? How could there be so many in one regiment? Could it be that they all fell from the sky?"

Hearing Naoto Kan's roar, Minister of Internal Affairs and Affairs Okadagawa snorted coldly: "This is a problem with the intelligence department, and Haruhiro Hirono is not to blame."

Naoto Kan's face was very ugly: "Now is not the time to talk about this, we should find a way to solve the Nagoya matter as soon as possible." After speaking, he cast his eyes on Toshi Morimoto.

Toshi Morimoto said in a deep voice: "The riots in Okinawa are almost quelled now, and the first airborne division stationed in Kyoto on standby is ordered to support them, and they must be wiped out there."

The eyes of the whole world are on Japan, especially those uncrowned kings who are like taking stimulants.The media reporters in Okinawa can be said to be close to the water. Those who drive and those who fly by plane all rushed to Nagoya like crazy.

Citizens of Nagoya hid at home, watching TV in horror.Especially those right-wingers who are always clamoring to restore militarism and want to reproduce the glory of the Great Japanese Empire in World War II. When they see their proud Self-Defense Forces being beaten full of holes by terrorists and fleeing with their heads in their arms, they are full of dissatisfaction. believe.

Yang Luo drove towards Nagoya Prison at a high speed. The whole journey was full of instigated thugs with beastly eyes shining.

They yelled, burned, killed, and looted, and they didn't care if they met a woman.If they meet a woman, they will scream excitedly, and then use a bayonet to pick up the female breasts stained with virgin blood to show off, and the unlucky ones will be beaten into honeycombs by the self-defense forces that suddenly appear.

Yang Luo drove towards the Nagoya Prison at high speed. The eight-packed rotary heavy machine gun in Hiroshi Jun's hand never stopped, and the shell casings were piled up under his feet, while the brothers following behind leaned out of the car. window, frantically strafing to both sides.

What kind of Japanese Self-Defense Forces, what kind of Japanese police, what kind of Japanese thugs, all of them can be killed.Driving all the way, the street was full of corpses, and the bright red blood merged into a stream, slowly flowing into the sewer.

Here is heaven, here is hell, here is a world where demons dance wildly, there is no humanity here, and there are only massacres here.

"Da da!"

"Da da!!!!"

"boom!"

"boom!!!!"

The chief of the Nagoya Police Station was lying on the back of a scrapped car covered in blood, howling hoarsely: "Quickly kill them, quickly kill them."

To say that this director is unlucky enough, he received an order to cooperate with the 2nd Division to carry out the killing operation.Because they are afraid of causing panic among the citizens, the task of the police is to organize the police force to maintain order.There was nothing wrong with him, as long as the deputy director was sent.But this guy has his own little Jiujiu. He thinks it is not easy to dispatch a division of troops to deal with the Chinese Communists and the ineffective Red Army.So for the sake of my own credit, I personally went to the scene to direct.

Unexpectedly, before they acted, there was a terrorist attack. A building next to him was bombed and collapsed, and he was almost buried alive.

When he ran out with a dozen or so surviving policemen, he ran into the Red Army who had experienced many battles.

With great difficulty, more than a dozen police officers were gathered, trembling and trembling, trying to find the Self-Defense Forces in hiding.Unfortunately, he ran into Yang Luo. Looking at the speeding convoy, especially the heavy machine gun that spewed fire snakes, he seemed to see the god of death beckoning to him.

"Da da!"

"Da da!!!!"

"Clap clap clap..."

A bullet crater tens of meters long appeared on the hard concrete floor, and gravel and bullets danced and danced in the air.

Those policemen who were hiding behind the bunker, trembling desperately, heard the screaming of the chief, felt the bullets flying around and above their heads, looked at the police gun in their hands like a fire stick, and then looked at the police gun lying in a pool of blood not far away. In the middle, the body of the colleague who had been beaten mutilated, cursed in his heart.

I **** just use this fire stick to fight with the heavy machine gun?Sending death is not like this.

Yang Luo laughed wildly: "Sit still."

Hong Yejun stopped pulling the trigger and grabbed the car door tightly, while the four brothers behind him also put down their guns and grabbed the armrest.

Yang Luo slammed on the accelerator, and turned the steering wheel suddenly at an intersection ahead. There was a piercing screeching sound from the tires rubbing against the ground, a puff of smoke rose from the ground, and the smell of burnt rubber wafted into the air.

The commercial vehicle showed a beautiful elegance, and drove forward without slowing down.Yang Luo was not in the mood to deal with those policemen.Those Red Army brothers and thugs running around would be happy to play with those policemen.

In just a few minutes, those policemen seemed to have passed a century. When they felt that the enemy on the other side had disappeared, they dared to raise their heads slowly.But God seems to love to joke with them. The excitement of escaping death has not disappeared. A group of thugs with weapons suddenly appeared on the opposite side. It seems that the number of people can be nearly a hundred.

And those thugs also found them, how could those thugs let go of the opportunity to beat the dog in the water, not to mention that they still have guns in their hands, and some even have grenades.After staring at each other for a short while, they all raised their guns and rushed over screaming.

"Da da!"

"Da da!!!!"

Bullets poured down like raindrops, and when they were caught off guard, more than a dozen policemen were splashed with blood, and fell to the ground unwillingly.They didn't expect that the bastards who usually ran away when they saw them, turned out to be their terminators today.

"Crackling..." Yang Luo stepped on the brakes, looked at the ruins in front of him and said, "It seems we have to go through it." After speaking, he hugged the heavy machine gun and got out of the car.

Looking at the wound on Yang Luo's shoulder bleeding, Hong Yejun was full of gratitude. If it wasn't for Yang Luo, he probably wouldn't have had the chance to stand here: "The wound is okay."

Yang Luo grinned: "This injury can't kill me."

Hong Yejun looked down at Yang Luo's abdomen, the bright red blood had already stained his clothes: "Where's the wound on your abdomen?"

Yang Luo stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips: "Don't worry! You will never die."

"Buzzing..."

Just as Hong Yejun was about to talk, the phone in his pocket vibrated, he took out the phone and pressed the answer button: "Got it, immediately execute plan c. And notify the third team, pay attention to Tokyo, and activate plan d if any abnormality is found. "

Yang Luo looked at Hong Yejun and said, "Is there any movement in Kyoto?"

Hong Yejun nodded: "The First Airborne Division is gathering."

"Pa" Yang Luo snapped his fingers: "Notify the brothers on the outside, and rush to Nagoya Prison with extra ammunition."

"jingle……"

The phone of the crisis management center rang again quickly. A staff member picked up the phone and trembled when he heard the voice inside.

"Report! Kyoto was attacked by terror, Kyoto Prefecture was captured, and all officials were killed."

"Uh..." Naoto Kan couldn't take it anymore, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

Those ministers and staff surrounded them with a huff: "Your Excellency, Your Excellency, Prime Minister."

Naoto Kan slowly opened his eyes, and he didn't realize it until now.The enemy they faced this time was a world-recognized special operations expert, a soldier who had come out of the flames of war, and even more so, an insidious, cunning, and bloodthirsty wolf.How could it be possible to let the Kyoto and Tokyo garrisons closest to Nagoya run to support.

Everyone helped Naoto Kan to the chair, and Toshi Morimoto asked worriedly, "Your Excellency, are you alright?"

Naoto Kan waved his hand with a pale face: "Order the first airborne division to enter Kyoto and eliminate the terrorists as quickly as possible."

Morimoto Toshi said: "What about Nagoya? Except for the garrison in Tokyo, if the Self-Defense Forces from other places go there, it will take at least three hours. By then..."

Naoto Kan roared angrily, "Couldn't a division in Nakamura last for three hours?"

Morimoto no longer speaks, Kan is right.Because there has not been a large-scale riot in Kyoto, the First Airborne Division will definitely bring the situation under control when it enters the city.As for the terrorists who occupy the government, there is nothing to worry about.

When Yang Luo and the others passed through the ruins, Hong Yejun said strangely: "Why is there no self-defense force with a card?"

Yang Luo smiled: "Nagoya is so big, there are rioters everywhere, plus our people, a division is just a drop in the ocean. Without reinforcements, how can there be troops to block the road."

Hong Yejun nodded, and walked to a military card whose front was crushed by a huge cement block: "Move the stone and see if it can still drive."

"Hi!"

More than a dozen Red Army brothers struggled to move the huge cement block away. Yang Luo got into the car and tinkered for a long time, when the engine of the army card roared.

"Damn it! Whoever said that Japanese cars are of poor quality, I'll cut him off." Yang Luo cursed fiercely.

With a wave of Hong Yejun's hand, those Red Army brothers jumped into the car, and Hong Yejun sat in the passenger seat.

More than 20 minutes later, Yang Luo parked the car on the side of the road one kilometer away from Nagoya Prison.They just got out of the car, and dozens of people stood up in the yellow grass on both sides of the road.

"Boss!" A young man with a smell of gunpowder walked over and shouted.

Hong Yejun nodded: "Did you bring all the ammunition?"

The young man nodded, then waved his hand, and a heavy truck drove over behind a dirt slope in the distance.

Yang Luo shouldered the heavy machine gun, then looked at the time: "Let's go!"

Yang Luo swaggered and appeared in front of the gate of Nagoya Prison with eight rotating heavy machine guns on his shoulders. Two guards looked at Yang Luo and the others, raised the guns in their hands, and asked in a trembling voice: "You... who are you? , what do you want to do?"

Yang Luo grinned, showing his neat white teeth: "Idiot!" After speaking, he waved his hand suddenly, "Brothers, get to work."