In a war-torn country like Egypt, things happen every night that cannot be seen during the day.
Some people take advantage of the night to do evil, and some take advantage of the night to do evil.
Zhao Gangjun gently pushed open the supermarket door.
There are a total of three pickup trucks at the door.
The headlights of these three pickup trucks were all turned on, and the headlights were turned on from a distance, which shone directly on Zhao Gangjun's body, completely reflecting Zhao Gangjun's figure.
Zhao Gangrong squinted his eyes and looked at the people in the three pickup trucks.
Basically, they are all serious and authentic Japanese with mean faces.
Some of them also had a white belt tied around their heads, with a red dot on the belt, as if they had been dyed red by their aunt.
Several people were standing next to the pickup truck, with slightly surprised looks on their faces.
They actually didn't know what was going on in the supermarket. They just came to pick up their companions, because their companions had already been in for a long time, so they felt a little strange.
Then, they saw Zhao Gangjun, and then they felt even stranger.
"Yo, who are you?"
One of them, a middle-aged man who looked like Grandpa Bi, asked Zhao Gangjun with a cigarette in his mouth.
"I am from China."
Zhao Gangjun said with a smile.
"Chinese?! Baga!"
Just like weasels and chickens are natural enemies, the Chinese and the Japanese are also considered old enemies. Although people from the two countries will not fight to the death as soon as they meet, in a chaotic country like Egypt, a large group of Japanese are alone when they see each other.
The Chinese people would definitely not mind getting one shot.
"All Chinese people deserve to die!"
The middle-aged man who looked like Grandpa Bi had a violent look on his face. He took out a pistol from his arms, then pointed it at Zhao Gangjun, and slowly, step by step, walked towards Zhao Gangjun in a swagger.
, "Poor Chinese people, I can meet you here, it's really an appearance of Amaterasu, hahaha!"
"I don't seem to have offended you, right?" Zhao Gangjun asked with a smile.
"Hmph, more than ten years ago, two of you Chinese people insulted our Empire of Japan. Today, you can just apologize for those two Chinese people and kneel down!"
The middle-aged man had already walked up to Zhao Gangjun while he was talking, then took the gun and put it on Zhao Gangjun's chin.
In fact, he wanted to put it on Zhao Gangjun's forehead, which would be more imposing. However, this little Japanese was not tall enough, only about 1.5 meters tall. He could only put his hand up to touch Zhao Gangjun's chin.
Zhao Gangjun looked at a group of Japanese people in the distance who were smiling like idiots, and said, "I am very sorry for what happened back then. I express my condolences for the suffering your country has suffered. I also express my condolences to the two people who insulted you back then."
,I express my respect..."
When he first heard Zhao Gangjun speak, the middle-aged man thought that Zhao Gangjun was trying to please and beg for mercy, and his face was extremely satisfied. However, as soon as the satisfaction came out, the middle-aged man heard Zhao Gangjun's last words.
Then, the middle-aged man became furious! He wanted to pull the trigger in his hand.
However, before the middle-aged man could exert any force on his fingers, he suddenly felt the world spinning, and then his neck tightened! The Chinese man suddenly grabbed his neck and grabbed his hand.
"I was worried about opening a breakthrough. You just gave me a hostage. You are such a good friend. No wonder people say that China and Japan have a long-lasting friendship from generation to generation."
Zhao Gangjun said with a smile while grabbing the middle-aged man's neck.
"Baga! Ah!"
The middle-aged man wanted to curse something, but Zhao Gangjun's hand suddenly tightened, almost squeezing the middle-aged man's throat and spitting it out.
"I think you are the most important person among these people, right?" Zhao Gangjun said with a smile, "Let the man standing behind the pickup truck pointing a heavy machine gun at me get out of the car."
"Chinese, let me go now, I won't argue with you!!" The middle-aged man swallowed and said, "If you don't let me go, our Yamaguchi group will kill all the Chinese people on this street.
people!"
"That's a problem!"
Zhao Gangjun touched his chin and said, "But whether they die or not, what does that have to do with me?"
After saying that, Zhao Gangjun's hand tightened violently.
"Ah! Stop!!" The middle-aged man did not expect that Zhao Gangjun would disregard the safety of the Chinese people in the entire block. He was so frightened that he peed. Then he shouted to the Japanese with a heavy machine gun in the pickup truck opposite, "Yamagata Ken, come down!"
The man named Ken Yamagata jumped out of the car quickly.
The corner of Zhao Gangjun's mouth raised into a perfect smile, "That's right."
"Then can you let me go?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Tell your men to throw away all the loot." Zhao Gangjun said.
"You guys, throw away your guns."
The middle-aged man ordered.
Bang bang bang.
Guns were thrown aside one after another.
"Are you satisfied with this?" the middle-aged man asked.
"satisfy."
Zhao Gangjun nodded, took something out of his pocket, put it on his hand, and said, "Before you had guns, I was really worried that the bullets would have no eyes. Now that you don't have guns, I'm relieved."
The middle-aged man was wondering what Zhao Gangjun was worried about, when suddenly a huge force came from behind him.
The middle-aged man only feels pain in his cervical spine, and then he suddenly loses any sense of the lower body.
His body went limp, and the middle-aged man fell to the ground like mud.
And Zhao Gangjun's figure had already rushed towards the group of little Japanese on the opposite side.
Wails sounded.
A war that was later recited by many people began.
Of course, this is just a small war between one person and a few people.
Leng Bing sat behind the counter, drinking beer leisurely.
There is a hint of mist on the beer.
This is cold beer.
There is nothing better than drinking cold beer in the summer.
Zhao Gangjun opened this bottle of wine when he went out, and Leng Bing drank half of it.
The screams outside slowly became smaller.
Then, the door was opened.
Zhao Gangjun put his hands in his pockets and walked in from the door.
The fog on the beer is still there.
The wine is bottomed out and I haven’t finished it yet.
Zhao Gangjun smiled and nodded to Aji, and then said, "Aji, can you tell me how many people there are in the Yamaguchi group here?"
"This, not many, only thirty or forty."
Aji glanced outside in confusion. The lights of the pickup trucks were still on, but there was no one standing in sight.
"Oh? Then their power is not that big!" Zhao Gangjun said, "Can thirty or forty people dominate this area?"
"They have guys."
Aji said, hesitated, and asked, "Where were those people just now?"
"It's all ruined."
Zhao Gangjun said with a smile, "I am thinking that I will leave tomorrow. If these people are not disabled, there will be danger behind them. By the way, can you tell me where the headquarters of the Yamaguchi-gumi is?"
"You, what do you want to do?"
Aji stared at Zhao Gangjun in horror.
"I wiped out their headquarters by the way. What my father did back then was too domineering, and I didn't have the ability. But since I'm abroad, I can let go and do something for the folks." Zhao Gangjun smiled.