He Zhenzhong opened his eyes again and took a look, with sneers on his face. Baidu search gave Literary Network
Not only were a few kiddies surrounding him, but behind him, Indian Asan, Vietnamese, and Philippine special forces stood up and surrounded him.
He Zhenzhong is not surprised at all, because China has recently had territorial and territorial sea disputes with these countries. Since soldiers are affected by the will of the country, it is normal for these people to be hostile to him.
In another part of the cabin, several instructors were sitting together, looking at the screen in front of them.
"These little rookies are not restless at all."
"I don't know what the Chinese team was thinking, but they only sent a rookie here. Isn't it looking for abuse?"
"Did I scare them last time?"
"Shut up." The instructor at the front looked coldly, staring at He Zhenzhong on the screen, and sighed: "The horror of the Chinese is far beyond what you can imagine."
The other instructors all had disdain on their faces. Are they very good? Then how come last time, halfway through the training, the two middle school students failed and their national flags were lowered.
And in the cabin.
"China Pig, I told you to get lost, didn't you hear me?" Matsushita Muramasa came to He Zhenzhong with a proud look on his face.
He Zhenzhong smiled slightly and nodded.
As expected, he was sent here to be tortured, and he still laughed when he was scolded. Several instructors looking at the screen murmured in their hearts.
Matsushita Muramasa and others also smiled indifferently.
call.
Bang, Matsushita Muramasa's fragile nose was hit and collapsed instantly, and blood and tears flowed down together.
He Zhenzhong didn't say anything. He reached out and grabbed Matsushita Muramasa's arm, pulled him forward with force, and then pushed his knees sharply upward.
boom.
Matsushita Muramasa's body hurt, and he screamed, arching his body like a large lobster.
He Zhenzhong put his feet back, grabbed Matsushita Muramasa's neck with both hands, pulled him and smashed him down.
Bang, bang, bang.
Matsushita Muramasa's head hit the iron chair hard, and soon a pool of blood appeared there.
This series of actions happened in the blink of an eye. No one expected that, surrounded by so many special operations elites, He Zhenzhong would suddenly take action. Obviously, Matsushita Muramasa did not expect it either.
By the time everyone reacted, Matsushita Muramasa had been pulled by He Zhenzhong and knocked into an iron chair until he was knocked out of shape.
"idiot."
"let go."
He Zhenzhong glanced at the other little Japs indifferently, sneered, grabbed Matsushita Muramasa's hair, looked at his bloody face, "Get out." and then kicked him.
boom.
Several little devils helped Matsushita Muramasa, and they immediately became angry. In just a few breaths, Matsushita Muramasa was beaten into a pig's head, his face was bloody and bloody, and his nose collapsed directly, leaving no doubt that there were fractures.
.
The special forces from other countries gasped, this Chinese attacker was too ruthless.
In front of the monitoring screen, the expressions of several instructors also changed. Even they did not expect that He Zhenzhong would be so cruel and take action without saying a word. Isn't he afraid of those guys' companions?
"You see, although the Chinese people have always adhered to their military regulations and presented themselves with a civilized and polite image, this does not mean that they are cowards or weaklings." The leading instructor sighed, "Go,
Let them calm down for me. The two who are fighting should stand in military posture until they reach their destination."
"Yes." Several instructors grabbed the guns on the table and ran towards the cabin.
Cruel? He Zhenzhong didn't feel it at all, he just had to do it. He was alone now, and so many people were hostile to him. If he wasn't ruthless and didn't shock these people, there would definitely be no peace in the future.
"Bagaya Road, hit me." Matsushita Muramasa yelled crazily. He was careless. Otherwise, how could he be beaten so badly?
Several Japanese special forces moved their hands and feet a few times and walked towards He Zhenzhong.
Several special operations soldiers from India, Vietnam, and the Philippines sneered and surrounded the left and rear sides, completely blocking He Zhenzhong's escape route.
He Zhenzhong put down his backpack, reached out and unbuttoned his military uniform.
Whoosh.
Two dark things flew over.
Boom boom.
Large plumes of white smoke rose.
"Tear gas, damn."
Everyone felt bad instantly. As soon as their eyes were contaminated, they felt burning and stinging. They quickly closed their eyes, covered their mouths and noses, and squatted on the ground to avoid it.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way"
"He's all done squatting."
"Aren't you full of energy? Keep fighting."
Several instructors came over wearing gas masks and kicked a guy from time to time.
When he came to He Zhenzhong, an instructor kicked him hard.
boom.
His expression immediately changed. The Chinese boy suddenly fell down at that moment, and his feet immediately hit the legs of the chair. Even though he was wearing military boots, his toes were aching.
Could it be a coincidence? He wondered.
"Everyone stand up and stand at attention."
The instructor could only give up, turned around and walked to the front.
In the cabin, the smoke has dispersed.
Several instructors stood at the front.
"The two who were fighting just now, come out."
He Zhenzhong and Matsushita Muramasa came out and each took a step forward.
"You are so energetic. You are worthy of being the elite of each country. You are awesome. You dare to fight casually on the plane. If I don't care about you, will you blow up the plane later?" The leading instructor snorted coldly.
"You two, stand in military posture for me until you reach your destination."
"yes."
He Zhenzhong and Matsushita Muramasa immediately began to stand in military positions.
"This is the first time. If there is a second time, I will be expelled directly and go back to your country." The leading instructor snorted, then turned and left.
"Why are you still standing? Sit down. If you don't sit down, stand in a military posture for me."
The others quickly dispersed and sat uprightly in their seats.
But standing there, Matsushita Muramasa felt extremely wronged. What is a fight? It requires both people to move their hands. But it was clearly him who was being beaten just now. Is this a fight? This is clearly torture.
He glanced at He Zhenzhong beside him, and his eyes became even darker.
And He Zhenzhong raised his eyebrows.
Matsushita Muramasa immediately felt a pain in his nose. Thinking of just now, he quickly looked away.
As time went by, everyone sitting felt some backache, let alone He Zhenzhong and Matsushita Muramasa who were still standing in a military posture.
Boom.
Someone fainted, and everyone looked over quickly to see who it was?