Harry stood on the rooftop, a chaotic city with a gloomy face. He was not worried about this city. Even if the city became ruins, it had nothing to do with him. Instead, he was still thinking about Yang Luo's words just now, and he still wanted to smash Yang Luo's head with a shot. But fortunately, he snatched the damn Chinese reporter's camera and recorder. Otherwise, even if he didn't answer a word, he would probably not be able to bear it when the report came out. Because he knew the reporter better than anyone else, those big newspapers were good and dared not write randomly. But those tabloid reporters who couldn't rank and sold for sales were definitely masters who made a name out of nothing. He could think that if he didn't snatch the camera and recording, he would definitely be blackened to death by the damn reporter.

Suddenly, Harry smiled with a gloomy face, and he was very happy. The two bodyguards standing beside him were very strange. What is this? The boss has changed so much. It was just a thunderstorm, but it cleared up in the blink of an eye and the sun came out.

Harry turned his head slightly and looked at the bodyguard beside him, pointing to the street in front of him and said, "Are you the people who are running for your life running in front of you that hateful Chinese?"

The bodyguard was careful and a guy smiled and said, "Yes!"

Harry laughed happily: "There is an old saying in China that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil. It is not that it is not that the time has not come. That damn bastard actually wants to frame me, and he has been punished now." After saying that, he drew a cross on his chest, "I hope God can send them to hell!"

Another bodyguard also laughed: "Mr. Special Envoy, this place is too dangerous, so let's go down."

"No, no!" Harry shook his head, "Don't worry, there will be no danger. Because the riot will not last too long and will end soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he could see that the place where he could see was full of police cars and military vehicles. A large number of policemen and government troops appeared in the streets and alleys, with gunfire and explosions becoming increasingly dense. Even if they were far apart, they could hear the screams before human death.

"I'm not wrong, this riot will end soon, so we won't be in danger."

"Boom!" Harry felt the building under his feet tremble, and thick smoke came out of the two-story building to the north.

"What's going on?" Harry's face changed, and a bodyguard shouted, "Bomb attack!" After saying that, he hugged Harry's waist and wanted to protect him and leave. Then he felt a terrible force released on his body.

"Boom!" The irresistible and destructive force instantly tore his body apart, and Harry was blown into two pieces on his waist. The nerves on his legs twitched, and then his feet trembled. His upper body fell more than ten meters away, his intestines and stomach were spilled all over the floor, the flesh on his face was burnt, his eyes were staring, and a confused look appeared in his eyes.

Another bodyguard screamed, his body was thrown into the sky, then flew horizontally, and fell downstairs quickly.

"Bang!"

A dull sound then started to bounce and then fell heavily to the ground, with half of his head and blood donated covered the ground.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" The embassy was in chaos. The two officers Yang Luo met in the bathroom roared. One jumped onto the military vehicle and started the machine gun, and the other took out the pistol and hid behind the car.

"boom!"

The fire surged into the sky, and the whole car was blown up, followed by a sudden explosion. Two positions were blown away, and a bomb exploded among the crowd that had just gathered. More than a dozen people were like dolls dismantled by naughty children, with their limbs flying all over the sky.

A soldier was lying on the ground. Just as he was about to get up, he was also lying in the distance. His good brother Drus suddenly exploded. At the same time, he heard a loud noise, and he could clearly feel the heat wave sweeping through him. Then a click, something exuding the smell of barbecue hit his back. When he slowly raised his head, he picked up the things on his back, which was a bloody thigh.

"Oh, God!" The soldier hurriedly threw his thighs out, then his thighs were dazed, muttering in his mouth and didn't know what he was talking about.

Drus is the guy who conducted security checks on Yang Luo. He is an absolute racist. The one he hates the most is the Chinese. In his eyes, all Chinese are clowns, and even reach a pathological level. He shouts to enter China and kill all Chinese people.

In fact, in the United States, many such soldiers, and even some senior executives are like this. There is only one reason why they have this idea, that is, their failure in the Korean War. That was definitely a great shame to the beauty. The once arrogant and arrogant, and powerful American Captain was defeated by the Chinese army. It was definitely a nightmare for them to not wake up. But Drus never thought that his dream of attacking China had not yet come true, and he died so simply, but he was not heroic at all.

Yang Luo suddenly stopped suddenly, and turned back and the fire in the museum burst into tears and burst into laughter: "Go!"

As soon as several people turned the corner, a group of thugs surrounded a policeman. One of them was holding a gun, and a flame suddenly spurted out of the barrel. The policeman trembled violently, his eyes suddenly protruded outward, and his body fell straight to the ground, and the liquid mixed with blood and brains slowly flowed out from his forehead, which was pierced by a bullet.

Then the guy holding the gun pulled out a woman in the police car, laughing wildly and tearing the woman's clothes open. Then he untied his belt and lay on the woman's body and kept shaking. The other thugs were laughing wildly and waiting in line. The woman's eyes were dull and she didn't struggle, as if her soul was no longer in her body.

"Mom!" A little girl suddenly ran down in the police car, desperately afraid of hitting the man who was venting her beastly nature on her mother.

"Get out!" The guy waved his hand and slapped the little girl in the face. The little girl screamed, her weak body flew out, and slammed the body next to the corpse with a thump.

"Dad, Dad!" The little girl was beaten to the point of her mouth, and she was stunned for a moment, then the corpse next to her was lying on the corpse and crying loudly. Her hands shook her father's body hard, hoping to wake up her sleepy father and beat the bad guy who bullied her and her mother.

"Hahaha..." A thin thug with a machete in his hand grabbed the little girl's ankle and picked it up, "How cute are you kids."

"Mom, Dad!" The little girl kept struggling, but she didn't know that her father had fallen asleep and would never wake up again. Her mother was suffering from unbearable humiliation, and her life would end at any time.

Suddenly, something strange happened, and two big tears came out in the policeman's eyes that were not closed. I don't know if it was crying for his own death or because he hated that he did not protect his wife and daughter.

Yang Luo stood there, a thin thug wiggled back and forth with the girl's ankle, like playing with a lifeless toy.

Yang Luo clenched his fists tightly with both hands, listening to the little girl's heart-wrenching cry, the breath on his body became colder and colder.

"Boss!" Li Tao said softly.

Yang Luo took a deep breath: "That little girl is about the same age as Siluo. You are so cute. But her father is dead and her mother is almost dead. Can she still live?" Everyone didn't say anything, they were all there.

The thin thug pressed the tip of the knife on the little girl's belly and was slowly releasing the hand holding the little girl's ankle.

Yang Luo suddenly smiled and walked over: "Hey, what are you doing?"

The thin thug put the knife down and turned back. Facing this guy who suddenly appeared yellow skin, I don’t know if it was a Japanese, Korean or Chinese, all the thugs were stunned. Especially the guy showed a bright smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with cold red light. Why did he feel like a thug than them?

"You really know how to play, but I'm actually very good at playing too. I'm your ancestors with such professional games as murder and arson." After saying that, he pointed at the thin thug, and continued with a very gentle voice, "Hey, give me the child in your hand, I'll teach you how to play, okay?"

The thin thug looked at Yang Luo, a man who exuded a trembling breath in his body. Listening to the gentle and very standard Pashto language, not only him, but everyone within ten meters around couldn't help but shivered.

The thin thug was reflexive and honestly carried the little girl to Yang Luo. Yang Luo took the little girl over. Maybe she was tired, maybe she felt that the big brother she didn't know in front of her had no malice. The little girl lay in Yang Luo's arms and did not struggle, but just kept sobbing and crying.

Yang Luo gently patted the little girl's shoulder, as if coaxing Siluo: "Don't cry, don't cry, Dad just fell asleep, it's okay, it's okay!" Then he turned around and said to the ghost fox, "Give me the button!"

The ghost fox took out two button bombs in his pocket, and Yang Luo took them over and smiled, "Thank you for giving me the girl. To thank you, I will give you a gift." After that, he threw the bomb to the thin thug.

When the thin thug took the bomb, he was stunned, and the Blood Angel and Hongye moved, and their bodies drew a beautiful arc in the air and appeared beside the woman. The two of them raised the woman and quickly retreated.

"Goodbye!" Yang Luo waved to the thug, hugged the little girl and turned around and left.

"Bastard, we're fooled!" The guy holding the gun roared, "Kill them!"

All the thugs came to their senses, cursing angrily, raising the knife and iron rod in their hands and rushing towards Yang Luo and the others frantically. The thin thug was even more angry and raised his hand to throw the bomb out, falling into the group of thugs who were jumping and jumping, shouting and killing, chasing Yang Luo.

Yang Luo stopped, lowered his head and held the little girl's head in his arms. The madman held the explosive device, and some thugs showed cruel smiles on their faces.

"Since you think you are Allah's servants, I will send you to his old man's side." After saying that, he pressed the button on the detonator hard.

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