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A Will Eternal Chapter 950

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    A night without words, Chapter 969, 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 actually gave him an urge to go home.

    Yang Luo shook his head suddenly, and said with a wry smile: "I'm fucking 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 is 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, always 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 in this city had been imprinted in his head.

    "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, 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 sin, 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 slowly walked into the park with a smile on his face, and there were bursts of panting.  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 the dagger on their bodies, and grabbed two 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 the two guys. They were two white men, wearing American military uniforms on their upper bodies, and their trousers retreated to the ankles.

    Yang Luo looked down at the ugly bits and pieces under their crotch 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: "Alright! Alright! Don't get excited, I'll leave right away."

    "Help!" A girl suddenly called out.

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

    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, and slowly bent down to lift their hands.He pulled up his pants, then pushed the two girls suddenly, 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 lower back, and a Sauer p220 pistol appeared in his hand, and then pointed to 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, 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.

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

    "Papa"

    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, went 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 will give you an apology."

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

    "You shouldn't arrange 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 was a hero once and saved two Japanese girls who were raped" Speaking of  This glanced at Toshi Hirono, "Should your Japanese "government" give me a bonus, and then give me some 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 to the Internet?"

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

    "Why?" Hong Yejun asked puzzled.

    "The Japanese police are not fools, and neither are the Japanese people. How can it be such a coincidence that more than a dozen rape cases have been 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 calls, their brains went blank, and then they shuddered and sweated profusely to report to the higher authorities.

    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.

    Takao Okura was sleeping with his wife who was ten years younger than him when he was woken up by the harsh ringing of the phone.

    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 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  The clothes staggered and ran out.

    Now Japan and the United States are in the honeymoon period, and 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.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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