If they had spoken in a nicer tone, Feng Lin might have laughed it off.
After all, there are still many Chinese people who are very friendly.
But this was a personal attack on himself, so of course he couldn't coddle the other person.
"Feng Lin, what do you mean?"
Elian asked strangely. As an ancient warrior, he really didn't understand these ordinary people's affairs.
"The simple understanding is that he feels his origin is embarrassing and is embarrassed to speak out. He believes that white people have a higher status."
Feng Lin smiled and hugged Ai Lian's shoulders, "So, you don't bother to be with us."
"So there are still people who hate their own compatriots and think others are noble?"
Elen couldn't help but laugh.
The man and woman sitting opposite had ugly expressions on their faces.
"You may not understand this kind of thing, do you know? On the foreign Internet, the ones who smear China are the ones who are the most common."
Feng Lin looked at Ailian, "Actually, they are also very pitiful."
"Why?"
Elen asked in confusion.
"They have been slandering China in order to show their loyalty to their master, but they can never change their oriental appearance."
"Because of the slander, foreigners hate China, and they become the targets of attacks."
"After being beaten, they did not dare to blame the murderer who beat them. Instead, they blamed Huaxia, saying that it was Huaxia's fault for angering those people and that was why they were beaten."
Feng Lin smiled again and again, "These people are also very pitiful, they are despicable wretches."
"Haha! Is this what you brought upon yourself?"
Ailian smiled and looked at the two people opposite, "This is too servile. Even though I was beaten, I still wonder if I did something wrong and provoked others."
"You brat! Who are you mocking?"
Huang Mao on the opposite side stood up suddenly, pointed at Feng Lin and shouted.
This time, he spoke Chinese.
"I'm mocking China's idiots, aren't you from the United States?" Feng Lin asked with a smile.
"I am an American and I am nobler than you Chinese people. What's wrong?"
Huang Mao scolded angrily.
"Oh! Let's fight! The Chinese people are having internal strife."
"Haha! Let's have a showdown between men!"
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Several foreign men sitting in the car said with a smile.
Someone among them blew a whistle.
The yellow man in front of me immediately turned around and said in English: "I am American!"
"Brother, do you think I'm blind? Don't you look Asian?"
A fat blond man with a beard smiled and said, "I have also heard the Chinese language. You are a Chinese from Asia."
"I have American citizenship!"
Huang Mao reminded.
"Oh, that's a Chinese with American citizenship." The bearded man said with a smile.
Then, the few white people sitting there all laughed.
Ai Lian also couldn't help laughing, and leaned her head on Feng Lin's shoulder, "Feng Lin, you are really right."
"Damn girl! You are looking for death!"
This yellow-haired man had an ugly expression on his face, and he stretched out his hand to grab Ailian.
Because Feng Lin's words really hit the point of pain.
Just when he was about to take action, the car suddenly braked.
Huang Mao in front of him lost his balance and knelt down with a plop.
The long-haired woman sitting next to him hurriedly helped him up.
All the people here looked out of the car through the windows.
Several people carrying weapons and wearing masks blocked the road.
The co-pilot got out of the car immediately and went out to negotiate with those people.
Feng Lin's expression did not change. This kind of local armed force was indeed very common.
However, most of them are just for money.
boom!
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.
The person who went to negotiate fell to the ground.
A dozen people over there, all armed with weapons, came over and surrounded the car.
Seeing this, the faces of the people sitting in the car darkened.
The bearded man was trembling with fear and asked hurriedly: "Driver, what happened?"
"I don't know either!"
The driver was also a little panicked.
At this time, a masked man opened the car door and pointed his gun at several people in the car.
Everyone in the car turned pale with fright and trembled all over.
"You...who are you? What are you going to do?"
A white woman said tremblingly.
"Everyone get down here, or I'll kill you!"
The masked man glanced at the people in the car.
"Don't shoot!"
All the people here are scared to death. They are here for tourism.
Never thought that something like this would happen.
The two people sitting opposite Feng Lin were too frightened to breathe.
Get off the car very obediently.
"Feng Lin, what should I do?" Ailian asked in a low voice.
"It should be local extremists."
Feng Lin understands this place. Under normal circumstances, as long as you give money, you can talk about anything.
But there are certain organizations that not only want to rob everything they own.
They even kidnapped women.
This is not China. There are cameras in many places.
What's more, they are wearing masks, so it's almost impossible to catch them.
Feng Lin and the others all got off the bus and stood in a row.
Several women burst into tears. Many of them were pointed at a gun for the first time in their lives.
"Brother! I have something important to tell you."
Feng Lin took a quick look and found a middle-aged man holding a cigarette over there.
He was also wearing a mask, but he only had an ordinary pistol on him.
He should be the boss here.
Feng Lin walked over with a smile, and Ailian followed behind Feng Lin.
"stop!"
There is a man here with a gun pointed at Feng Lin's head.
"Let him come over."
The middle-aged man holding a cigarette waved to Feng Lin.
Feng Lin walked over with a smile and whispered: "I don't care what you want to do, it's best not to provoke me."
"Hey! Do you know who you are talking to?"
The middle-aged man grinned and said, "My hometown has been destroyed recently. I am very short of money now. The general tolls are too small. If I can't afford it, I use women to pay for it."
"Brother, maybe you don't know what I do."
Feng Lin took out an earphone from his body.
He spoke into the earphones and said in Chinese: "Ellen, help me destroy the car in front of me."
Ailian rolled her eyes and bullied her for not knowing Chinese.
However, even if he could understand it, he didn't understand the principle behind it.
Ailian suddenly released her energy.
Boom!
The car over there exploded instantly, sending billowing smoke into flames.
Several armed men in the distance quickly dispersed around, looking for bunkers.
As for the middle-aged man in front of Feng Lin, his body trembled and he asked tremblingly: "What...did you just say?"
"I said, destroy any car in front of me."
Feng Lin explained in English. He put away his headphones and pointed at the sky, "There are three drones up there."
Hearing this, the pupils of the middle-aged man in front of him suddenly shrank.
This is like encountering the army.
They are just a small local organization, with a total of more than thirty people.
Provoking these people is a recipe for death.
No wonder this young man is so calm.
"Don't worry, our target is not you. You want money, and I want to complete the task. We don't interfere with each other. There is no need to fight."
Feng Lin smiled and spread his hands.
"That's right, brother, you are Chinese, I had no intention of robbing you."
The middle-aged man smiled and hugged Feng Lin's shoulders.
He was also afraid, so he deliberately stood with Feng Lin.
In this way, the drone will not attack.
Several people came back here. Feng Lin pointed at the black driver and said, "Brother, take me to the park."
The middle-aged man held a cigarette in his mouth and said with a smile: "Go ahead, they are Chinese, we will not rob the Chinese."
I saw Feng Lin's retreating figure.
Huang Mao from before took a deep breath and said loudly: "I am also Chinese!"
