"Who are you, stop!" A group of us disguised as devils approached the devil's cave. We heard the screams of the devils a hundred meters away from the gate. The voices were so high-spirited that the continuous victory made all the devils forget everything and fantasize about it.

In order to destroy China, he could bring his family from the barren island to the rich continent as soon as possible.

"We have a letter!" the captain said, shaking the letter in his hand. Our plan is to pretend to be the son of the wealthy Japanese businessman, sneak into the magic cave, cooperate inside and outside, get the information, destroy the magic cave, and think about the most suitable one.

The personnel is undoubtedly Gouzi. Whether it is his familiarity with Japan or his understanding of the Japanese army, Gouzi is the best choice.

Looking at the dog walking beside me, I was really worried for him, "It's a good thing it's not me!" This idea sprouted in my mind quietly like a weed in early spring. As soon as this idea sprouted, I felt

I felt extremely disgusted, "How can you think like this, Liu Lang, you beast!" I cursed myself deep in my heart, but I didn't stop at all.

I know that the origin of this idea is related to my dream last night. Throughout the night, my mind kept replaying a movie I had seen in my previous life - Unit 731. All kinds of perverted experiments were projected in my mind.

It's like seeing it with your own eyes: when the completely frostbitten hands are suddenly scalded with hot water, the skin and flesh automatically fall off, revealing the dense white bones; in the confined space, as the air pressure becomes smaller and smaller, the subject's eyes bulge and the skin becomes stretched.

He was swollen, scratching his body desperately, and even gouging out his eyes with his fingers to relieve the huge pain, but in the end he burst to death; a living child, after being anesthetized, ruthlessly dug out the heart and various parts of the body.

kind of organ...

"Huh!" I exhaled, not daring to think about it any more.

"Relax!" The dog next to me gently touched me with his arm and whispered.

Gouzi's words made me feel even more guilty, just like a terminally ill patient comforting his healthy relatives. Looking at Gouzi's smiling mouth, I didn't speak, and it took a lot of effort to squeeze out a stiff sentence.

The smile expressed the response.

"Stop! Put all weapons on the ground! Hold your head with both hands!" The enemy's shout penetrated my somewhat short-circuited brain, waking me up like an electric current.

"Damn it!" I cursed secretly, and then let the Japanese who rushed up search me. These beasts searched me very carefully, not even missing my balls!

Everything passed the inspection smoothly, and the attitude of these guys immediately improved, and they suddenly started chatting with us casually. I looked at the beasts around me, squinted my eyes, and had flat noses that looked like they had no bones.

The lips and the pockmarked face were really ugly. "Brother, where are you from?" He noticed that I was looking at him again, so he smiled at me, showing his white teeth.

"Tokyo!" I answered casually, because Gouzi is from Tokyo, so his Japanese accent is very strong.

"Oh, it's beautiful there!"

"Yes!" I said pretending to be fascinated.

After chatting for a while, we walked to the door. One of the Japanese men holding a letter asked the captain: "Who is Mr. Kazuo Yamamoto?"

The captain turned around and glanced at Gouzi. Gouzi understood and started to walk out. We looked at Gouzi, a little tragic, as if he was pushing his brother into a pit of fire. I could see the excitement in everyone's eyes.

With a hint of vague worry, the door of the devil's cave has slowly opened, like a huge mouth open, with sharp fangs and a red tongue, waiting for the arrival of delicious food.

"Xueye-kun?" An old voice came out from the opened door, and the voice frightened Gouzi's eyes to tremble.

"Teacher? How could it be you?" Gouzi froze on the spot, with extreme panic in his seemingly excited eyes!

"Who is Gouzi?" I pretended to be curious, put my arms around Gouzi's shoulders and whispered in his ear. Although it was a huge risk, I knew that the sudden appearance of this old man would definitely disrupt the situation.

all previous deployments.

"Miyazaki Ruoyi's father!" Gouzi's expression was still smiling, and a few words squeezed out from between his teeth!

Because Gouzi couldn't speak clearly, I didn't react for a while. I couldn't help but repeat silently in my heart: "Miyazaki Ruoyi's father." "It's broken! Something is going to happen!" Since Gouzi met an acquaintance here, then

I definitely can’t pretend to be Kazuo Yamamoto, the son of a wealthy businessman, tmd, what a coincidence!

"Teacher, are Miyazaki Ruoyi with you?" Gouzi's voice was not quiet, which was enough to draw other people's attention. At the same time, it also reasonably concealed the encounter between Gouzi and Miyazaki Ruoyi. The two were childhood sweethearts. If at this time

Gouzi didn't ask about Miyazaki Ruoyi, even if he asked a little later, it would be suspicious if you think about it carefully!

The sudden change made us all dumbfounded, but we had to shoot with the arrow on the string, "Who is Kazuo Yamamoto?" The Japanese at the door saluted Miyazaki Ruoyi's father and shouted again.

My heart was in my throat, and my right hand slowly reached for the dagger at my waist, ready to kill the devil next to me at any time.

"Kazuo Yamamoto!" the captain shouted in my direction in Japanese. The exchange of eyes made me confirm the captain's intention. He temporarily changed his mind and asked me to pretend to be Kazuo Yamamoto.

"Yes!" I didn't dare to hesitate. Any more hesitation would arouse the Japanese's suspicion.

"Yamamoto-kun, take care of yourself!" The third brother patted me on the shoulder. That expression made me feel uncomfortable. I didn't know what kind of emotion he wanted to express. Maybe he had mixed feelings in his heart and couldn't tell clearly.

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I walked out of the queue and walked past the brothers beside me. Everyone was looking at me. This made me feel like a hero, because I carried everyone's hopes on my shoulders, the key to the success or failure of this mission, and even the responsibility for the mission.

The whole operation to stop the Japanese from abusing poison gas in China gave me a feeling of majesty and majesty as a general did before he went on an expedition, but everyone's eyes told me their worries. Looking at the dog at the door, I walked firmly

passed.

I felt uneasy, as if there was something wrong that I hadn't thought of, which made me slow down and asked, "What on earth is it? Is it the psychological effect of tension and fear?" I couldn't help but think wildly.

I stared at Coyotito, and suddenly I saw Coyotito suddenly looking back at me. My brain started turning like a rusty gear suddenly encountering lubricant, "Yes, underwear! I'm wearing Chinese ones."

Underwear, not the butt curtain that Japanese men are used to!"
Chapter completed!