He Zhenzhong lowered his head and took a look. The effect was good. The picture was very clear. The ferocious and ferocious expressions of several little devils fighting in a ball were very clear. He had to sigh that the technology of these little devils was indeed so much better than that of China.
Some, but, after what happened this time, Japan's economic recession is certain, and it is only a matter of time before it is fully overtaken by China.
Deng Deng Deng.
Several shirtless guys with machetes in their hands walked over with unkind expressions and surrounded He Zhenzhong.
"Chinese, what are you doing?"
He Zhenzhong raised his head, smiled slightly, clapped the camera in his hand, and said, "Take pictures."
The corners of the mouths of several guys twitched obviously, and then their eyes flashed with murderous intent. Is this Chinese man mentally ill? Or is he deliberately pretending to be stupid with them?
"What's the name of Tokyo at night?" He Zhenzhong asked with a smile.
The faces of the few little devils immediately became ferocious. Although they hate Vietnamese monkeys the most now, they have not had a good impression of the Chinese people since ancient times, especially when hundreds of people in front of the Yasukuni Shrine were killed by a
The Chinese people were beaten to pieces, which made them, gangsters, very unwilling.
"roll."
"Damn Chinese people, seeking death."
Whoosh.
An icy cold light lit up.
A few machetes were swung over. Tokyo was already in chaos anyway, and they didn't mind letting these damn Chinese people die on the streets.
He Zhen hit one side of his body, then turned his head and easily dodged it.
Boom.
He stamped his feet on the ground and lunged forward.
call.
boom.
Two huge fists collided together.
Click, the terrifying sound of bone cracking sounded.
"Ah, ah, ah, Baga, Baga, my hand is broken." A shrill scream rang out, and a Japanese soldier covered his right hand and kept retreating, screaming like he was killing a pig.
Gulu.
Looking at He Zhenzhong, who was standing there without any change in his expression, several other Japanese gang members looked at each other, grunting, swallowing their saliva. This one looked thin and frail, wearing a pair of gold silk stockings.
How can a Chinese with glasses be so aggressive?
"ah."
With a loud roar, several guys rushed over with machetes. They still didn't believe this evil, and they couldn't beat five of them one by one.
call.
He Zhenzhong held the camera with both hands, dodged an oncoming machete on one side of his body, and then thrust his knee upwards.
boom.
The little devil immediately opened his eyes and wanted to scream, but when he opened his mouth, a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
Boom.
As soon as He Zhenzhong retracted his legs, the guy immediately fell to the ground in pain.
Huh, huh.
Two strong winds hit behind his head.
He Zhenzhong didn't turn his head, he just pounced forward, his body that had practiced jujitsu quickly bent, and passed between his feet.
Click.
A dazzling white light lit up.
The two little devils closed their eyes subconsciously, then stopped their hands and raised their hands to cover their eyes.
Bang, bang.
call.
Boom, boom.
The two guys were kicked out before they even opened their eyes, and hit the wall hard on the street. Then they landed and huddled there in pain.
Deng Deng Deng.
Looking at the back of He Zhenzhong who walked into the night holding a camera, the eyes of the few little Japanese lying on the ground were even more frightened, and their hearts were full of fear. How could these Chinese people become so powerful? They even thought that in the future
It's better not to provoke those Chinese people. It's too scary. He is obviously just like a weak scholar, but he is so fierce.
After walking a few steps and taking a few more photos, He Zhenzhong turned into a small alley, then stopped and said in English: "Get out."
After a while, there was no reaction from anyone around.
The corners of He Zhenzhong's mouth turned up slightly, with a sarcastic sneer on his face, then he glanced and swept his right foot violently on the ground.
boom.
call.
A stone was kicked away, causing a harsh sound of wind.
when.
The stone hit the lamppost on the street, and the direction suddenly changed.
call.
Deng Deng Deng.
At the corner, a tall figure flashed out, his face full of vigilance, and his eyes staring at He Zhenzhong were filled with shock. He was obviously hiding in a blind corner, but that Chinese man could actually calculate the angle in an instant.
The kicked stone hit the lamppost and changed direction, attacking him. This was simply terrifying.
With his carefulness, he naturally did not believe in any coincidences. He had seen the scene in which the Chinese easily solved several Japanese gangsters before. What's more important is that the situation in Japan is now chaotic, and the Chinese who have always been hated are all
After hiding, who dares to walk so arrogantly on the street at night and still be in the mood to take pictures?
A figure suddenly flashed in his mind. Yes, it was the Chinese who massacred everyone in front of the Yasukuni Shrine. He was very similar in stature, but his appearance was different. However, there were too many ways to change his appearance. They had always suspected Japan.
What happened was caused by the Chinese government. Is the Vietnamese government so bold? However, everything has happened, and the Japanese government can only use Vietnam as a target to divert domestic attention as soon as possible.
Therefore, the U.S. intelligence agencies have opened their eyes wide, staring at suspicious Chinese people in Japan, trying to find clues, so as to put the three Chinese governments into passivity.
"American agent?" He Zhenzhong stared at the guy. Judging from his reaction just now, this guy seemed to have doubts about his identity. It seemed that this guy was not a simple person in the US military intelligence agency, and he was very careful.
Hearing the voice, the guy woke up and couldn't help but take two steps back. He was even more vigilant about He Zhenzhong, and even touched his waist, "Chinese people, we don't offend the river, I'm leaving."
"Tsk, tsk, why, are Americans so afraid of Chinese people now?" He Zhenzhong smacked his mouth several times.
"**." The guy cursed in a low voice, took out his gun and pointed it at He Zhenzhong, "Chinese people, don't think that it's okay if you can shoot. Humph, you are nothing in front of bullets. Otherwise
, you wouldn’t have died so miserably back then, don’t mess with me, let’s go our separate ways.”
"How about we give it a try?"
As soon as he finished speaking, He Zhenzhong's body moved, like a bolt of lightning.
"**." The guy cursed. While backing up, he shook his right hand and pressed his index finger hard. He was naturally very confident in his marksmanship. After all, he was a retired US Army special forces soldier and a famous sharpshooter. Since this Chinese
If he is looking for death, he won't mind fulfilling his wish.
boom.
The sound of gunshots rang out, and the bullets instantly tore through the air and came flying.