Looking at Yang Luo's back as he left, a captain asked whispered: "Battery Commander, who is that guy? He is so arrogant that person like 20,000 or 50,000 yuan. Just now, the commander, political commissar and chief of staff came to greet him in person, and he was all cold."

The battalion commander glared: "Stop asking!"

The captain scratched his head: "I'm just curious!"

The battalion commander ignored him and looked at the time: "It's time, get in the car and act according to the plan."

The mountain city was covered with thick fog in the early morning, and soldiers were stuck on the road and quickly blocked all major traffic routes.

Yang Luo was sitting in a police car, driving a policeman. A young man sat next to Yang Luo, wearing a military uniform and carrying the rank of major.

"Zhiyu, we haven't seen each other for many years."

Sun Zhiyu took out a cigarette and handed it to Yang Luo, then lit it for him, and also lit one himself: "Since you left as a soldier, I have been here by my son. It has been about seven or eight years in a flash. I went back once last year, and you were on a mission abroad, but you didn't see it." Speaking of this, I took a sip of the cigarette, "and then I went to Shanghai, but I didn't expect to see the fun, it was still about you."

Yang Luo opened the car window and let the strong wind sweep into the car: "It was that charity party, Dai Enen made Zhang Shikai and Li Xiao a meal."

Sun Zhiyu laughed: "Yes, that girl is so scary. When I think about it, I feel chill all over."

Yang Luo also laughed: "I heard about what happened that day. I guess that girl was not in a good mood that day."

Sun Zhiyu asked, "I don't know what that girl is from now on. But later I heard from Huazi that he and that girl were personally caught by the commander of the 12th Army of Nanjing Military Region. Even Zhang Boqiao and Li Zhengnong didn't dare to say a word, so they agreed not to pursue it very happily."

Yang Luo pouted: "Let me say that, the importance of that girl is not something I and you, or anyone else can compare with. If there is something wrong with her, not only will the Nanjing Military Region get angry, but the two above will be furious."

Sun Zhiyu took a breath: "No wonder that girl is so arrogant. She beat Zhang Shikai to death."

"Hey!" Yang Luo laughed, "Don't mention Zhang Shikai, even if Zhang Boqiao was beaten to death by that girl, it would probably be in vain. If Zhang Boqiao dies and Zhang Boqiao have a second Zhang Boqiao, if that girl is gone, our country's losses will be quite heavy."

After talking for a long time, Yang Luo did not mention what Dai Enen did. Sun Zhiyu stopped asking, but just said: "The situation in the South China Sea is getting more and more tense now, especially the Japanese. Not only do they not admit that there is a dispute on the Diaoyu Islands, they do not even admit that the Nanjing Massacre, they modify history textbooks and beautify the war. You don't know, every time I see such news, I am so angry. Sometimes I really want to go abroad to perform a mission with you, and then punched the backrest of the chair in front, "Although I haven't caught up with that era that is a shame for us Chinese, I have no chance to participate in the War of Resistance Against Japan. But as soon as I see the Japanese now

The news of jumping around everywhere seemed to be heard in my ears that cries, gunshots, cannons, and the ferocious laughter of the Japanese more than seventy years ago... Human nature in that era was trampled and ravaged naked. The newborn baby was toys on the bayonets, women were toys under them, pregnant women were experiments on their caesarean sections, men were targets on their guns, everyone was abused to death, sulfuric acid was poured down from their heads, bayonets were split from their lower body, heads were pinched off with wooden frames, young babies were pulled out of their pregnant women's body, limbs were torn to pieces, and blood flowed into a river in Nanjing. I seemed to be able to clearly smell the smell of fresh blood mixed in the air."

Yang Luo patted Sun Zhiyu on the shoulder and said coldly: "The Japanese have always been willing to die, but China is not China more than 70 years ago. Sooner or later, the pain and shame brought to us by the Japanese will make them pay a greater price and life to repay it!" After saying that, Yang Luo finally took a sip of cigarettes and threw the cigarette butts out of the car window, "It's not that I don't repay it, but that the time has not come. As long as the time comes, I will naturally repay it."

At this time, in a luxurious villa southwest of the mountain city, Gao Cheng was standing in front of the window wearing pajamas and frowned. At the beginning of the morning, her heart never had a moment of peace, and she always felt something was going to happen. This feeling became even stronger at night, especially when she was sleeping, she suddenly woke up and felt inexplicably panic.

"What's wrong with me? Why is my chest so blocked? Is something really going to happen? But even if something happens, it's impossible for me to not be able to get any news from Beijing." Gao Cheng murmured to herself. Suddenly, her heart twitched again, as if she was asked to grab it hard with her hands. It hurts very much, and almost made her angry.

"No, you have to leave here immediately." After saying that, he quickly returned to the room and put on his clothes. He didn't take anything and ran downstairs quickly.

"Miss Gao, it's so late, where are you going?" On the ground in the center of the hall, an old Taoist in his fifties, wearing a red Taoist robe, tied with a bun on his head and a red face.

Gao Cheng was a little unhappy, but his face did not show: "I feel something is going to happen, so I have to leave here."

The old Taoist is the leader of Hong March, Ruan Xingmo: "I didn't expect that Miss Gao has such a strong wisdom. I plan to get you into the game. What do you think?"

Gao Cheng suddenly smiled: "The Taoist priest laughed. The little girl doesn't want to be a Taoist nun."

"Hey!" Ruan Xingmo sighed, "Although you have a deep wisdom, it seems that you still have no chance of being with my Taoist sect." After saying that, he stood up, "I just dug up, which is indeed a sign of great danger."

Gao Cheng felt a little happy. At this time of sensitivity, if she was letting her run away alone, she would be in a loss. Now Ruan Xingmo is planning to leave. With such a master here, what else can I be afraid of?

"Okay, let's go together!"

At this time, two middle-aged men walked out of a guest room, wearing red Taoist robes and a Taoist crown: "Master, we also feel restless. Something might happen, but it is targeted to us."

Ruan Xingmo nodded: "Let's go, I can't stay here anymore."

“Cruff!”

The police car stopped under the hillside, and the driving officer pointed to a road up the mountain and said, "Follow this road, you will be Gao Cheng's villa, and Hong March's leader and the left and right guardians are also there."

Yang Luo asked: "Apart from this road, are there any other roads that can go down the mountain?"

The police officer shook his head: "No, this is the only way down the mountain. Unless they can fly, they will definitely walk here."

Yang Luo nodded, picked up the sniper rifle beside him to check, then pulled out the magazine, and there were three bullets inside. This was also what he asked for, because for him, three bullets were enough.

Yang Luo opened the car door and got out. Although there were street lights on both sides of the road, the fog was too heavy. It was night and the visibility was only twenty meters. No matter how far away, you could not see anything.

Sun Zhiyu got out of the car, came to Yang Luo, looked up in the distance, "When will I do it?"

Yang Luo stood in the middle of the road and looked at the time: "It's time for them to come, let them go up the mountain first, and we'll be here to guard. If we can catch people, we'll save our energy. If we can't catch them, we'll finish here."

Sun Zhiyu nodded, took out the Type 92 pistol, and stood side by side with Yang Luo in the middle of the road. Suddenly, a roar of the car engine came faintly in front of him.

Yang Luo frowned and looked back at the police car: "Are there any other residents on this mountain?"

The police officer shook his head: "No, there is only one villa on the mountain, which is where Miss Gao's third family and Gao Cheng live. Even this road was built by the Gao family itself."

Yang Luo's lips curled up with a wicked smile: "It seems we don't have to wait!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a Mercedes-Benz business car appeared in sight. In just over twenty meters, a car driving at a high speed arrived in the blink of an eye.

The driver was a big man in black. When he saw Lian standing in the middle of the road, hissing, he shouted: "Miss Three, there are two people in front of him." Then he stepped on the brakes with a conditioned reflex.

Gao Cheng also saw Yang Luo and Sun Zhiyu standing in the middle of the road, especially Yang Luo and Sun Zhiyu had guns on their hands, and even fools with meningitis could tell that the other party was coming for them.

"Run over!" Gao Cheng roared sharply.

The car was almost stopped, and then a loud bang, the engine roared again, and a hideous smile appeared on the driver's face, and the whole car suddenly rushed forward. Then he heard a loud bang, and Yang Luo pulled the trigger fiercely. The black muzzle flashed, and the big man's head suddenly exploded, blood and brain matter sprayed onto the windshield. Then the front of the car tilted and rushed to the side.

Just now, Sun Zhiyu was so scared that the car was only a few meters away from them. If Yang Luo hadn't stood so calmly and didn't move, he would have shot and jumped away.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, the entire Mercedes-Benz door was knocked away inside, and with a roar, it rolled up thick fog and collided towards Yang Luo and Sun Zhiyu.

Yang Luo pushed Sun Zhiyu away, then used his feet to force his body into the air, and kicked the car door hard with his right foot. Another loud bang, and the car door flew back faster than when it came.

A red figure flew out of the car like a goshawk, flashing in the air, causing a whistling sound of wind. The thick fog rolled and rolled, with amazing momentum.

"Bang!"

The car door hit the Mercedes-Benz hard and a muffled sound came. The Mercedes-Benz swayed violently, and the door was tightly embedded in the body.

"Boss, be careful!" Sun Zhiyu saw the red figure very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Yang Luo, and Sun Zhiyu urgently reminded him.

Yang Luo laughed a long time, held the sniper rifle and turned his back with his right hand, clenched his fist with his left hand and rushed straight to the red figure coming from behind.

The red figure officially left guardian did not take Yang Luo seriously, thinking that he could kill the ignorant boy in front of him with one move. But when he saw Yang Luo's fist, the strong wind and whirlpools formed by mist, his face changed drastically. He knew that he was careless, he waved his right arm in a hurry and slapped Yang Luo's fist with a palm.

"Bang!"

There was no violent collision sound as I imagined, but the left guardian's face changed drastically. A few terrible sounds of bone fractures came from his ears, and his right arm drooped softly. His body seemed to be hit by a high-speed car, and his body flew backwards. He knew that his right arm was ruined and his bones seemed to be shattered.

At this moment, another red figure rushed out of the car, holding a strange scimitar in his right hand, and quickly slashed towards Yang Luo's throat from left to right.
Chapter completed!