He Zhenzhong's eyes suddenly opened, his energy surged, and the numb feeling was almost over.
Click.
He clenched his fists and heard a slight sound of bone cracking.
call.
The moment the long sticks fell together, He Zhenzhong's body suddenly moved a little to the side.
"Escaped?"
"Does he still have the strength to resist? Have the anesthetic bullets expired?"
"terrible."
But her voice was trembling when she spoke, even with a hint of crying.
Seeing He Zhenzhong covered in blood and with no intact part of his body, many girls around him raised their hands to cover their mouths, with tears shining in their eyes. The softest part of their hearts seemed to have been deeply touched.
What is this man doing that he still refuses to give up at this time?
This is a real man, even if it means death, he will never give in.
"Give up, you have already won, you have won honor for us China, you are a hero." A girl cried loudly. She had never thought that a man could be so strong.
Give up? He Zhenzhong looked at the little devils around him and said word by word: "These two words have never been in my dictionary."
The sound was not loud, but it made everyone feel stunned.
Even some little devils are thinking in their hearts that maybe the loss to China that year was really not due to the American atomic bomb and the Soviet army. With such people existing, how could they win against China?
"is that useful?"
"Since you still don't give up, then we will help you."
The group of policemen sneered, tightened their grip on the long sticks, and swung it at He Zhenzhong again.
call.
He Zhenzhong's feet hit the ground, his body turned sideways, and then his injured right hand reached out, grabbed a long stick, twisted and pulled hard, and the long stick fell into his hand.
call.
Snap, snap, snap.
The other long sticks swung down, but were blocked by the long stick held by He Zhenzhong with both hands.
"ah."
Shen shouted, and He Zhenzhong pushed up with both hands.
Deng Deng Deng.
The guys in the surrounding circle felt a huge force coming along the long stick. Their bodies were instantly unstable, and they were pushed back continuously. They could no longer hold the stick in their hands and kept falling.
"How can it be?"
"After being hit by more than a dozen tranquilizer bullets, even ten elephants would have fallen."
"Damn, what the hell is going on?"
"Is it expired?"
He stabilized his body and stared at He Zhenzhong, who was standing proudly in the field. The little Japanese policemen were shouting, their eyes full of disbelief.
Of course, if they knew that He Zhenzhong's body had undergone intermediate strengthening and had a certain immunity to these things, they wouldn't feel so incredible.
call.
He Zhenzhong stamped his foot on the ground, ran over, and waved the long stick in his hand.
Bang, bang.
"ah."
"ah."
The screams kept ringing out.
The effect of anesthesia was completely gone. How could these policemen be He Zhenzhong's opponents? In less than a minute, the dozen policemen who surrounded He Zhenzhong were knocked to the ground, rolling on the ground, screaming in pain.
when.
He Zhenzhong stopped, holding a long stick in one hand, pointing diagonally at the little Jaap in front, slowly turning his body, "Who dares to fight?"
The sound sounded, but there was silence on the scene. As He Zhenzhong's eyes swept over, the little devils were so frightened that they all retreated unconsciously.
The screams were still ringing out, the ground was covered with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, like hell.
Hundreds of ordinary people were thrown over and seriously injured, and a dozen agents who sneaked in for a sneak attack were seriously injured. A fighting master, a sumo wrestling master, and five ninjas were almost killed instantly when they faced each other. A dozen policemen used
He was given a tranquilizer gun and was knocked over.
Who dares to go up here? Looking for death?
He Zhenzhong, who was covered in blood and covered with wounds, stood there like a god of war. The powerful aura exuding from his body made people scared, and they even dared not look directly at him.
"A bunch of trash." He Zhenzhong stared at those guys, "From now on, hang a sign of the Sick Man of East Asia on your neck, so as not to be embarrassed when you go out and others won't understand you."
After beating them on their territory, you still dare to scold them so arrogantly? At this moment, the little devils around were briefly confused. Is this a place in China? Otherwise, why would this guy be so arrogant?
"ah."
A young man wearing a World War II veteran's military uniform couldn't stand it anymore. He yelled and rushed over with a machete.
call.
boom.
He Zhenzhong didn't even look back, he just pulled back the long stick in his hand and then stepped back a little.
"ah."
The guy's lower body was pushed upright. With a bang, he dropped the knife, covered his crotch with his hands and fell down, joining the screaming army.
Gulu.
The little devils around him couldn't help but swallow their saliva and took a step back. The expressions of frustration on their faces became even thicker, and they all wanted to vomit blood.
At the Yasukuni Shrine, in front of this place where they paid homage to the blood-soaked Chinese heroes they killed, they were tortured to the point of being turned into dogs by a Chinese man. They did not even dare to take a step forward. This was definitely the first time since the surrender to China in World War II.
The greatest shame.
However, despite being angry, no one dared to step forward. There were still a circle of injured people lying on the ground. This made it clear that stepping forward was seeking death.
Woo woo woo.
A roar sounded.
Several infantry fighting vehicles suddenly appeared from the streets, followed by heavily armed Japanese Self-Defense Force soldiers, dispersed the crowd, and surrounded He Zhenzhong in the middle of the field with guns in hand.
"Chinese people, put your hands on your head and kneel down."
On the infantry chariot, a Japanese general stood there with a sneer on his face and shouted loudly.
He Zhenzhong slowly turned around, raised his right hand fiercely, and then all the strength in his body surged and gathered together.
Click.
One end of the long stick had been crushed by him.
call.
The long stick shot out, piercing the air like a rainbow piercing the sky.
Everyone's eyes widened. What does this Chinese want to do? Does he still want to fight against the army on his own?