Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the country has strictly controlled firearms.
For the gangsters in front of them, weapons such as daggers and machetes are already the sharpest weapons they can find. They are just gangsters, not people on the road. To them, a gun is simply
It is a legendary existence.
Not only were the gangsters frightened, but even Yang Yongle, who was behind the old demon, couldn't help but scream when he saw it, and tightly grabbed the corner of the old demon's clothes.
"This... this... this can't be true, can it?"
The young man at the head turned his eyes upward and looked at the dark pistol. He stammered and wanted to be tough, but he was really weak because the pistol was pressed against his forehead and he could clearly feel the feeling.
He didn't dare to joke with his own life until he really understood the cold texture of metal.
“Whether it’s true or not, you’ll know if you try it!?”
The middle-aged man holding the gun had a sneer at the corner of his mouth, which was quite cold.
"This..." The young gangster headed by him did not dare to answer. The coldness in the middle-aged man's eyes made him shudder.
At this time, the old demon who had been watching the excitement finally spoke: "I really didn't expect that you would use this method to suppress the scene! If you do this, you won't violate discipline, right?"
The middle-aged man said without turning his head: "Don't get confused, I am not a policeman. Even if I shoot them on the spot, it is not a violation of discipline!"
"Tsk tsk! There are really two sets of standards!" The old demon sighed and said with a smile: "Well, I'll leave this to you. I believe your colleagues have already called people, right?"
The middle-aged man said nothing and just nodded.
"Okay, let's go first!" The old demon said hello to him, took Yang Yongle's hand, and walked out of the circle of gangsters like a walk. No one dared to stop him.
"That... friend!" After seeing the old demon take two steps, the young gangster who was holding a gun tentatively said to the middle-aged man: "Since you are not the police, then you are on the road, so give me some face.
Everyone is considered a fellow traveler..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" The middle-aged man cursed, twisted his arm, pushed him to the ground, and put a gun to his head.
At the same time, several tough men who looked like middle-aged men appeared again in the night, wearing black suits. They knocked all the gangsters to the ground, disarmed them and made them squat on the ground with their heads in their hands.
These people all have the same characteristic, that is, they all have a pistol glowing with black metal in their hands.
Being pointed at by several dark and cold guns, the gangsters did not dare to say anything anymore. Even if they were stupid, they knew that they had fallen into trouble today, and this fall was serious!
After the middle-aged man saw that the scene was completely under control, he raised his head and shouted at the old demon's back: "Demon Sword! Remember this, kid. I'll remind you again that you will never be allowed unless it is absolutely necessary.
Take action! Otherwise, don’t blame us for being rude!”
Lao Yao and Yang Yongle didn't go far. Hearing this, he turned around and smiled and said, "Don't worry! I absolutely support your work!"
Then the two held hands and disappeared into the night.
The young gangster who was pinned to the ground raised his head from the ground with a grin on his face, looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Uncle, aren't you in the same group? Can you please let us go!?"
"Shut up!" The middle-aged man punched him in the face and shouted: "Damn it, I'm doing this for your own good. If you fall into our hands, you might just be out for a few years, but if you let him just now
If I take action, I guess you guys will never want to play games! Not only do you not thank me, but you even call me uncle? Do I really look that old? Really!"
Not long after the middle-aged man finished speaking, a piercing siren sounded. Many police cars suddenly appeared on the scene. Hundreds of policemen rushed over with guns drawn. The formation was even worse than a bank robbery.
It was so exaggerated that the gangsters were so frightened that they could only look at this scene with their mouths wide open.
After a group of gangsters were escorted into a police car, the scene finally calmed down...
At this time, both Lao Yao and Yang Yongle had gone far away, and the sound of the siren could only be heard faintly.
This was the first time that Yang Yongle encountered such a situation. She was so frightened at the time that when the old demon took her hand and left, she just followed him out mechanically. Only when she came to her senses now did she show her face.
Yihong pulled her hand back from the old demon's hand.
Oh, what a pity. Her hands are very smooth and feel pretty good. The old demon said regretfully in his heart.
"Um..." Yang Yongle finally suppressed his blush, and then hesitantly asked the old demon: "Who was the one holding the gun just now..."
"Oh, you're talking about them!" The old demon scratched his head and said, "They are from the Sixth Group of the National Guard's Special Service!"
"Country... country!?" Yang Yongle exclaimed: "You... how do you know them? How come they appear here!?"
"Of course I know them!" the old demon said with a smile: "As for why they appear here, that's even simpler. Is that their job?"
"Work?! What job!? What on earth does this... this department do?" Yang Yongle asked stupidly.
"Well...I don't know much about their jobs in detail!" Old Yao rubbed his chin and thought for a while: "After all, it is a confidentiality department, and I don't know much about it. I only know that one of their jobs is to be responsible for surveillance.
Immigrants like me."
"Spying on you? Why are you spied on?" Yang Yongle asked strangely: "What did you do to make them spy on you?"
"Hey, Lele, we're familiar with each other, don't talk nonsense!" The old demon shrugged and said: "When I came back, there were formal immigration procedures, how could I do anything bad? If you want to ask why you monitored me,
I guess it’s because they think I’m a dangerous person!”
"Why...why!?" Yang Yongle felt that he had been acting stupid all day long, and he didn't even know how many times he had asked why.
"It was determined from my information!" The old demon said with a smile as he walked: "Of course they have their own intelligence channels. They know everything I did during those years abroad!"
"Is it those years when you were a mercenary?" Yang Yongle asked: "What on earth did you do to provoke such a state department to monitor you?"
"Let me think about it!" The old demon counted on his fingers: "I participated in the fourth Gulf War..."
Yang Yongle was moving forward and paused for a moment.
"Participated in the 16th Israeli invasion..."
Yang Yongle stopped where he was.
"Participated in the defense war in Afghanistan..."
"By the way, I also participated in several U.S. military encirclement and suppression operations against the Third Al Qaeda..."
The old demon was twirling his fingers to recall the battles he had participated in, but Yang Yongle stood there with his mouth wide open regardless of his manners, looking at him like a superman.
Although it has been a long time, Yang Yongle still clearly remembers that in the past few years, the international situation was very unstable, especially in several countries with serious disputes, where dozens of small-scale armed conflicts broke out.
During that time, the media was reporting excitedly like they were on hormones. Even someone like her who didn't usually watch the news heard a lot of news during that time. The names of countries that were often mentioned in the media were not
Is this what the old demon is saying now!?
At this moment, Yang Yongle finally understood why the country would launch such a large-scale war and even allocate a small team to monitor the old demon!
People who have participated in so many wars and come back alive are definitely first-rate super dangerous elements!
At this moment, Yang Yongle couldn't help but feel a little afraid of the old demon. When she rented a house, she never thought that her landlord would be such a number one person!
"Well, what's wrong?" The old demon was counting his fingers and walked forward, but found that Yang Yongle did not follow him. When he turned around, he saw Yang Yongle's silly look, and immediately asked with a smile: "Are you scared?"
When he saw the old demon's smile, Yang Yongle's fear suddenly disappeared. That smile reminded Yang Yongle of the scene in the cemetery.
Yes, these things are not something he can decide. Even if he is a dangerous person, he is still a dangerous person who was forced out. His essence is still a simple traditional oriental man!
Thinking of this, Yang Yongle felt relieved. He took two steps forward, took the old demon's hand, and said with a smile: "No! How could I be scared? By the way, why did that man scream when he left?
Are you from the Demon Sword?"
"That's a nickname! Everyone in the mercenary group has such a nickname!" The old demon scratched his head and said sheepishly. Yang Yongle took the initiative to hold his hand. Although it was just a small movement, it made people feel uncomfortable.
The old demon was a little moved.
"So that's it..." Yang Yongle nodded as if he understood: "It seems that they investigated you quite carefully, and they even know your nickname!"
"Haha, yes!" The old demon had nothing to say and laughed dryly.
The two of them just held hands and walked towards home, very naturally...
