Grabbing Luo Yueying's hand, Luo Yu said earnestly like a superior to a subordinate: "While I'm not at home, you have to help me smoothen their relationship."
Luo Yueying nodded: "Of course I won't say anything if you have a good temper and get along with everyone, but if there is such a small-minded person, I won't be polite either."
I can't guarantee anything else. If it comes to character, Luo Yu can pat her chest and guarantee that these women are absolutely fine.
Luo Yu is still confident in her vision.
There was no words for a while, and after a long time, Luo Yueying sighed quietly: "You have to be careful this time, don't get hurt...won't you tell them?"
Luo Yu was silent for a while and nodded: "Anyway, I'm only going to go for twenty days at most, so I just said I'm going to train secretly, so as not to worry them.
Everything must have been arranged after we go there. All we need to do is find the right time to get the Japanese research materials. Besides, I still have a secret weapon."
Speaking, Luo Yu winked at Luo Yueying.
Luo Yueying curled her lips: "What kind of secret weapon? Isn't it just..."
Luo Yu hurriedly covered her mouth.
"What's wrong?" Luo Yueying had a pool of water in her eyes, and asked Luo Yu with her eyes.
Official Luo smiled coquettishly and pointed in the direction of the door to the room.
A pretty figure was slowly walking in, and the light from the corridor lamp allowed Luo Yu and Luo Yueying to see clearly that the person coming was Han Yixue.
"Yo." The two people on the bed looked at each other. It turned out that the girl couldn't help it first.
Han Yixue just stepped through the door, and another person walked in from the outside, it was Mirilian.
I don't know if it was an appointment, but in just one minute, except for the pregnant Xia Jing and Tang Tingting who was accompanying her, all the other girls entered Luo Yu's room...
The spring scenery in the garden is naturally not something that outsiders can appreciate, and only the people of Luodaguan can appreciate its taste.
The dark sky seemed to have been splashed with thick ink, the moon was obscured by thick dark clouds, and not a single star could be seen.
Dozens of huge containers lie motionless like wild beasts waiting for prey, quietly hidden in the shadows that cannot be illuminated by light.
The air seemed to freeze.
A rush of footsteps broke the long silence.
A man ran out of the darkness with his arms covered. The clothes on his arms were already dark red, and traces of blood were flowing from his fingers, drawing a crooked curve on the ground.
Less than fifty meters behind him, seven or eight people in black suits were chasing him, shooting in the direction of the escapees from time to time.
The bullet hit the container and splashed out large sparks.
The escaping man was running around among the containers, and the pursuers could not catch him for a while.
But he also knew that if he couldn't escape in time, he would have no chance when those people's companions arrived.
Because he was shot in the arm and lost too much blood as a result of running for his life, his vision had begun to blur and he felt light-headed.
"Fight!" He gritted his teeth and rushed out from behind the container.
He had only taken two steps when he was discovered by the opponent, who all fired at his line of defense, with constant gunshots and sparks flying.
The man only felt numbness in his calf, and then he fell heavily to the ground facing the sea.
"Really can't run away?" He was very unwilling and would rather commit suicide than leave his life in the hands of these devils.
Just when he gathered strength to bite off his tongue, a group of people suddenly came from the distant seaside.
These people seemed to appear out of thin air. The one at the front was a young man with a face full of surprise: "Hey, do Japanese people have a hobby of hanging out with flowers at night?"
The wounded man who fell to the ground felt dizzy for a while. He suspected that he had lost too much blood and had hearing problems, because he had just heard clearly that this young man was speaking standard Chinese.
Someone had already stepped forward and touched the injured man's neck, then turned to Luo Yu and said, "He's still alive, but he's lost too much blood."
Luo Yu nodded and waved his hand, and half of the group of people behind him quickly hid in the darkness. The remaining people formed a formation, holding guns and observing the surroundings intently.
"Can you speak?" Luo Yu leaned down and said to the injured man.
The wounded man's face was pale and he was helped up. Cold sweat continued to ooze from his forehead. His lips were so dry that they were cracked. His voice was soft and inaudible: "I am Chinese, and the Japanese behind me want to kill me."
The men in black who were chasing the wounded man saw a group of people suddenly appear on the beach. It was unclear whether they were friends or foes, but they did not move in. Instead, they stopped and observed quietly.
Luo Yu nodded and asked someone to carry the injured man to the back. After waiting for a while, a bright light flashed in front of him, and someone used a flashlight to draw three circles in his direction.
"I'm not used to doing this kind of thing when I first came to Japan." Luo Yu chuckled and suddenly raised his hand. The silver Desert Eagle drew a dazzling arc and then the muzzle suddenly exploded with a ball of sparks. "
All have to live.”
The pursuing Japanese were looking around to observe the situation when there was a sudden loud noise, and then the head of a companion beside them expanded instantly like an inflated ball and then exploded with a bang.
Blood, broken bones, and minced meat were flying all over the sky, and the body with only half of its head left was spinning in circles as if drunk, and then fell heavily to the ground.
The remaining Japanese were still in a daze, and then gunfire broke out, and the bullets hit the ground at their feet and splashed out large clouds of sparks.
Only then did they regain their composure and hurriedly launched a counterattack.
However, the opponent's firepower was so fierce that they were quickly suppressed to the point where they could not even lift their heads. If it weren't for the dense concentration of containers in their location, they would have been beaten into pieces.
When they were chasing the target, they had already communicated with the police station through their connections, allowing the police to arrive half an hour late.
Now this situation has actually helped the other party a lot.
"Tell Lao Song that we met the Japanese at the dock and they are chasing a Chinese." Luo Yu ordered a person next to him.
Lao Song is the general person in charge of this operation. Luo Yu and his party have only been in Japan for two days. Today they came out to collect the secretly sent weapons. They didn't expect that they would be put to use so quickly.
"Captain, that group of people refused to surrender." The report from the person in front came through the headset.
Luo Yu chuckled: "Keep one who can talk and kill the rest."
After saying that, he turned off the headset and came to the injured person not far away.
Everyone on Luo Yu's side has a small first aid kit. Although this thing looks inconspicuous, it is enough to save a life in critical times - the value of this thing is equivalent to the medicine box of a gangster's house. Every time he is injured in a fight, he will recover.
When you get home, the first thing you do is look for it.
After the wound was treated, the man's face looked much better, but he still looked very pale. After all, he had lost too much blood before, and the sea wind was strong. His body was shaking a little, and his lips were blue. Two soldiers held him up.
Barely standing still.
"Name, what are you doing here?" Luo Yu briefly asked two questions.
After staring at Luo Yu and the gun in his hand for a while, the man opened his mouth with difficulty: "Chu Xiang, Chinese..."