The feeling of being pointed at a gun was really unpleasant. Ye Wutian didn't like this feeling very much. I believe that not many people would like this feeling. Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, Ye Wutian just hoped that it wouldn't go off. He didn't want to.
His death was unclear.
He wanted to deal with the other party, but he didn't dare to take action. The other party had a gun, and Ye Wutian didn't take him seriously at all. The question was what would happen to the car if he took action now? This is on the main road.
He glanced at the dashboard and saw that the speed indicator was pointing to eighty, which made Ye Wutian give up his plan to attack this driver. It was too dangerous and not worthwhile.
"Who are you?" Since the other party didn't want his life, at least he didn't want to kill him now, Ye Wutian felt relieved.
"Someone wants to see you." The taxi driver said coldly, while looking at Ye Wutian through the rearview mirror above his head, showing a cruel smile.
These people are definitely not good birds!
In just a short moment, classmate Wutian made a decision.
Would a good person point a gun at someone casually? Would a good person show such an ugly smile?
"Who wants to see me? Who are you?" Ye Wutian asked.
"You will know soon, Mr. Ye. We know that you are not simple, and we also know that you are very skilled. However, I still advise you not to mess around, otherwise I will not be responsible for anything that happens."
Ye Wutian crossed his arms and looked at the other person: "Brother, can you move the gun away? I feel uncomfortable pointing it like this."
The other party did not take the gun away, but said: "Don't worry, my gun never goes off, it is very quiet."
Ye Wutian had the urge to scold his mother, numb! Quiet? Who can guarantee that the gun will not go off? If it goes off, who will be responsible?
"If you want to take action, I will take action already. It's better to put the gun away." Ye Wutian found himself like a big gray wolf, softly persuading the other party.
The other party didn't say anything, and he didn't take away the gun in his hand, he just pointed it at Ye Wutian.
Ye Wutian had a feeling that he couldn't find a place to exert his strength, which made him very unhappy.
"How did you know that I would appear there?" Ye Wutian changed the subject. He was curious about how these people knew that he would come out of the Ning family? What connection do these people have with the Ning family?
Ye Wutian quickly denied this speculation. There was no need for the Ning family to do this. In other words, he and the Ning family were just allies.
However, Ye Wutian still kept an eye on it. No one could guarantee whether the Ning family would make this risky move for Qingcheng Pill.
"It's not difficult to know where you are. Just ask." The other party seemed to be very disdainful of Ye Wutian's question.
Ye Wutian knew that he was despised.
After nearly ten minutes of travel, the car drove into a park, but this park was more like a barren mountain. Looking around, there was no one around at all, and even the park gate was unguarded.
Ye Wutian really didn't know there was such a park in Dongcheng.
"get off."
After arriving at the destination, the taxi driver got out of the car first and then held the gun in his right hand.
Ye Wutian got out of the car slowly. The whole process was very slow. He used this move to tell the other party that he was very cooperative.
"Where are the people? Are you the only one?" Ye Wutian didn't notice anyone else was there.
As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of people suddenly appeared from the abandoned buildings around him.
Upon closer inspection, there were eight of them, and the one at the front was a man wearing a top hat and a small goatee, holding a cane in his hand.
The others were holding guns in their hands, surrounding Ye Wutian.
Ye Wutian smiled bitterly, the person who came here is not good!
"Hello, Mr. Ye, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ichiro Miyamoto. Nice to meet you." said the man wearing a top hat.
Ye Wutian's face darkened: "Japanese?"
Ye Wutian, who has lived in two generations, hates the Japanese very much.
Ichiro Miyamoto chuckled: "I'm sorry to invite you here in this way. I apologize to you here!"
After knowing the other party's identity, Ye Wutian had murderous intentions. Although the other party looked like a human being, he was definitely not a good bird.
"Are you Japanese too?" Ye Wutian looked at the gunmen behind Ichiro Miyamoto.
"Haha, it seems that Mr. Ye doesn't like Japanese people." Ichiro Miyamoto said with a smile.
"As your compatriot, I feel sad for your behavior. Have you forgotten the history decades ago?" If his movements were not restricted, Ye Wutian would probably step forward and slap those gunmen.
It is not terrible to be a bad person, but what is terrible is to help the Japanese to deal with our own compatriots. This is what is intolerable.
The gunmen seemed to feel guilty, and their eyes averted slightly, but they quickly returned to normal. Perhaps to them, money was more important.
"Mr. Ye, let's get back to the topic, shall we?" Miyamoto Ichiro smiled, feeling very proud, but he couldn't help but despise the Chinese dog. Decades ago, he looked like a slave to the country's subjugation, and he still does it for a little money.
You can betray your own compatriots.
Ye Wutian didn't say anything, just looked at the other person with a cold face.
"Mr. Ye, I hope we can cooperate." Miyamoto Ichiro said.
"I never thought about working with the Japanese."
Miyamoto Ichiro was stunned, then laughed loudly: "Everything will change, maybe Mr. Ye will change your mind soon."
Ye Wutian was shocked inwardly. This little devil looked confident and fearless. Could he have any other tricks?
"I'm sorry, I have no interest in talking to you beasts, let alone cooperating."
"Eight squares." Miyamoto Ichiro picked up his walking stick and banged it on the grass: "Mr. Ye, I hope you won't be punished by toasting or eating. You are a smart man and you should know what to do."
Ye Wutian looked at the other party with a sneer, "Miyamoto, this is not a den for your devils. Don't be arrogant in front of me."
Ichiro Miyamoto laughed again: "This is your country? Yes, they are also your compatriots, so what? Aren't they all going to serve our Empire of Japan?"
The other party's words were like a sharp knife stabbing Ye Wutian, making him extremely uncomfortable and heartbroken. The pain even made it difficult for him to breathe.
In addition to being sad, I also felt more anger, hatred, and hatred for the arrogance of the Japs. I hated these gunmen even more. I hated them for not fighting for a small amount of money, knowing that they were being used by the Japs, but they didn't say a word.
"Miyamoto, I remember you." Ye Wutian pointed at the other party, and a murderous intention passed by, Miyamoto Ichiro must die.
"After today, you are welcome to come to me at any time. If Mr. Ye is still alive after today, then I will definitely entertain you well." Miyamoto Ichiro was not worried at all.
"You guys, never tell others that you are Chinese when you go out in the future. Our country cannot afford to lose face." Ye Wutian looked around at the gunmen and said in a cold tone.
The gunmen turned their heads slightly again, especially the one on Ye Wutian's left, showing a hint of guilt.
"Mr. Ye, I can understand your angry mood, but should we talk about cooperation first?"
"Are you here for Qingcheng Wan?" After much deliberation, Ye Wutian didn't think he had anything worthy of the other party coming all the way to come to him for cooperation, except for Qingcheng Wan.
Of course, cooperation may not be appropriate. Looking at the current scene, it seems that he has no right to choose at all. With so many guns pointed at him, I am afraid that he will not be able to fly. Moreover, Miyamoto Ichiro has already said that if he can still survive after today,
Being alive is probably a miracle.
Paralyzed! I didn’t expect that one day I would be threatened, and in this way. I’m so damn speechless.
"I just said that Mr. Ye is a smart man, and I like to cooperate with smart people." Ichiro Miyamoto clapped his hands lightly.
Ye Wutian didn't appreciate it: "But I don't like to cooperate with some animals."
Ye Wutian finally saw this scene clearly. No matter whether he handed over the formula of Qingcheng Pill today or not, he was probably going to die. Therefore, even if he died, he had to scold him enough before he died.
Ichiro Miyamoto's facial expression was seriously distorted, "Mr. Ye, your country is known as a country of etiquette. Is this what you call etiquette?"
Ye Wutian said disdainfully: "Of course we are a country of etiquette, but that depends on the person. We can only have etiquette with people, how can we have etiquette with animals?"
"Ba Ge, I am polite to you, and I hope you can be polite to me. Don't anger me, otherwise I will do something drastic." Nangong Ichiro had prominent veins on his forehead and an angry expression.
Ye Wutian turned a blind eye to Nangong Yilang's anger, "I didn't expect that your country would still be so shameless after decades. May I ask, can you be any more shameless?"
Nangong Ichiro snorted coldly: "You are a smart man, hand over the formula of Qingcheng Pill, and I can promise you that you will die more happily."
Ye Wutian smiled and touched his nose: "Does this mean that I will die whether I surrender or not?"
"That's right."
"Didn't you just say that you want to cooperate with me? How can I cooperate if I die?" Ye Wutian said, his mind was spinning very fast. He was deliberately stalling for time, hoping to resolve today's crisis.
It seems like it would be better to bring some bodyguards! Looking at the gunmen around him, Ye Wutian couldn't help but think.
"My patience is limited." Nangong Ichiro raised his right hand gently, and this was a command action. The gunmen were all ready after seeing his action.
Ye Wutian's scalp is numb. It's grandma's. This is not the answer. What should I do?
"Can you use another method? I don't like either of the two methods you mentioned." Ye Wutian calculated in his mind that the eight gunmen were at a certain distance from him, so it was not easy to start. For him, the farther away
The closer the better, but if it is too far away, the medicine will have no effect.
Headache!
"You still have one minute. If I don't get what I want after one minute, I will let them shoot." Miyamoto Ichiro said calmly.
Ye Wutian wasn't worried that the other party would beat him to death. This naughty little brat would never beat him to death before he got the formula of Qingcheng Pills. However, injuries were inevitable.
What to do? What to do?
Classmate Wu Tian, who always considers himself to be quite smart, has no choice but to look forward to the appearance of fortune. But, will fortune appear?
"Do you really want to shoot? Kill your own compatriots for a little money?" Ye Wutian turned his attention to the gunmen.
"How much money did he give you? I'll give you double. You should know what I do. Once the Qingcheng Pill falls into their hands, how much damage will it cause to our country? Have you ever thought about this?" Ye
Wutian spoke louder and louder, and his expression became more and more excited.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Nangong Ichiro immediately shouted coldly, "Ba Ge, shoot."
"We are compatriots." Ye Wutian also shouted.
"Bang bang bang!" As soon as Ye Wutian's voice fell, gunshots rang out. (To be continued)