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Another flash of lightning pierced the night sky, and Ye Tianming noticed that there was actually a jeep parked on the other side of the alley, with four Indonesian soldiers in it.

The Indonesian thug walked towards the jeep with the green bills, and Ye Tianming gestured to Tan Chao.

With no expression on Tan Chao's face, he adjusted the gun to burst firing mode and slowly raised it.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!!!!!!"

"Boom!!!!"

At the same time as four dull gunshots sounded, thunder exploded in the air, the earth trembled, and dense raindrops fell.

The thug handed the banknotes in his hand to the four Indonesian soldiers sitting in the car, and suddenly his hand stopped in the air.His eyes protruded from the sockets, and he stared straight at the four soldiers in the car with eyes full of fear.The moment he stretched out his hand, the heads of the four Indonesian soldiers suddenly exploded.Blood and brain matter splashed all over his body and face, and was washed away by the rain in an instant.The headless corpse was still sitting there in its original posture, with blood gushing from the neck cavity.

No one noticed what happened there. Crazy laughter, cursing, crying and the sound of tearing clothes could be heard faintly in the heavy rain.

"Ah!" A howl full of fear like a frightened beast broke through the rain in the night sky and reached everyone's ears.

Everyone stopped moving and looked up at the accomplice who was still screaming wildly there. "What's the matter with you, Jihak?"

"Boom!" The deafening thunder sounded again.

"Bang!" followed by another gunshot.

"Uh!!!!"

With the sound of thunder and gunfire at the same time, the cries of not trying humans stopped abruptly, and the headless corpse fell to the ground with a bang, splashing a puddle of water on the ground, and flying in all directions.

When have these thugs seen such a scene, staring at Jihak who fell to the ground with terrified eyes, not knowing what happened.

It wasn't until they heard the sound of orderly and heavy footsteps behind them that they turned their heads in a daze.I saw a few figures walking towards them slowly with neat steps.

As the footsteps were raised and then fell with a bang, the accumulated water on the ground flew to both sides, as if they were a whole, and an unrivaled momentum suddenly exploded in the entire space.The strong sense of oppression that cannot be described in words made the hearts of these Indonesian thugs seem to stop beating.The feeling that suffocates them fills them with fear.

The wounded Chinese stood up slowly, looked at the man in front of him with an invisible aura and a faint bloody breath without fear, endured the pain on his body and asked in English: " Who are you?"

Ye Tianming looked at the Chinese carefully. He was about 1.7 meters tall, 24 years old, and wearing a pair of myopia glasses.Although his face was bruised and swollen, it couldn't hide his delicate face.

Hearing his question, Ye Tianming shouted: "Brothers, tell him who we are?"

"Chinese!"

The three words Chinese were shouted out of their mouths, so full of power, a shocking vigor suddenly burst out from them.

The Chinese was stunned for a long time and said excitedly: "Are you Chinese?"

Liu Jianhui held the national flag in his hand: "This is our symbol, the belief of every Chinese."