"...Zhao Dawei! Former Chinese People's Liberation Army, field army, machine gunner of the tenth squadron of the A3 Special Brigade 177 Special Agent Company! He was awarded second-class team merit five times, first-class team merit twice, and individual first-class merit once! He was seriously injured seven times during his service.
The second time, there is a record of killing 73 enemies! A super battle hero! He is the most loyal guard of the Republic, the best soldier in China, the best soldier under me, and my best brother. No one dares to insult him.
Is he a deserter?!!! Stand up for me!!" Ye Yangjian gritted his teeth and walked into the crowd carrying the steel pipe and inserted the steel pipe into the ground with a 'pop' sound. Behind him, another man about 1.9 meters tall followed closely.
A tall and strong tank.
Two sturdy figures, one tall and one short, forced their way in from the surrounding crowd. It is better to say that it was a squeeze, but it was better to say that the people surrounding them naturally made way for them. Seeing Ye Yangjian and Tank
, and listening to the string of numbers reported by Ye Yangjian, especially the sentence 'killed 73 enemies!' the people around him immediately began to become obviously commotion...
"You... who are you?" Zhou Ke and a group of urban management team members looked at the two strong men with blood-red eyes staring at them angrily, and the hairs on their backs suddenly stood up. The eyes of these two people were so cold.
Biting to the bone, full of infinite anger and contempt for death, it was exactly the same as the terrifying look in Zhao Dawei's eyes when he beat people that day. Zhou Ke couldn't help but asked in a voice with some fear in his heart. He shouted loudly at Ye Yangjian to strengthen his courage.
"Uncle Zhao, please get up quickly. You have been wronged! We were late and you were bullied by these beasts..." Ye Yangjian ignored Zhou Ke's shouting and went up to help him up.
Zhao Shanhe, who was in tears on the ground, carefully dusted off the dust on his body and comforted him softly. His tone was very respectful, as if he was treating his own father. Tank held the steel pipe on his shoulder and his eyes were cold.
Staring at a bunch of urban management team members wearing bullshit yellow uniforms, their terrifying bulk is like giants from myths and legends, which makes people feel oppressive!
"Who are you?" Zhao Shanhe stood up and asked tremblingly, still holding tightly the special cigarette case with two steel guns intertwined in his hand.
"Uncle Zhao, my name is Ye Yangjian, and I am Dawei's monitor." Ye Yangjian said, and took out an iron cigarette case from his pocket that was exactly the same as the one in Zhao Shanhe's hand.
"Oh! Ye Yangjian! You are the night squad leader! I've heard of you, I've heard of you! Dawei has been talking about you all day long, okay, okay, you are all Dawei's good comrades.
Ah! Thank you for taking care of Dawei when he was in the army during those years! I would like to thank you first, night shift leader, you must save Dawei! You must save him!..." Zhao Shanhe seemed to have found him.
He immediately became excited as if he had lost someone. When he thought about his son's experience, he couldn't help but shed tears again.
"Don't worry, Uncle Zhao. These cigarettes in your hand are Dawei's medals. You should keep them well. My cigarettes are also proof of my bravery. You smoke them first, and leave Dawei's affairs to us.
It's taken care of. Just stay aside and watch with peace of mind. Come and let me light some for you..." After saying that, Ye Yangjian opened the cigarette case and took out a special cigarette, and handed it to Zhao Shanhe respectfully with both hands in full view of everyone.
, took out a military lighter from his pocket with one hand, helped Zhao Shanhe continue to light up, and then supported him to stand on the edge.
"Ah! How can this be done? This is all what you, the night shift leader, have fought for with your lives. Oh, how can you let an old man like me ruin this? You should go back and honor your father! I'm a bastard! How can I ruin this?
Good stuff..." The simple Zhao Shanhe lit up his cigarette and stomped his feet with regret.
"Uncle Zhao, we and Dawei are as close as brothers! His father is also our father! A man serves as a soldier to protect his family and country! You are the father of a soldier and you deserve it!" After saying that, Ye Yangjian stopped answering.
, turned around and strode to the center of the crowd, pulled out the steel pipe inserted in the ground and weighed it in his hand.
"You bandits wearing yellow dog skins! Do you really think that no one can cure you? Tank! What do our 177th Special Agent Company usually say?" Ye Yangjian stamped his foot in the field and stared at Zhou Ke and a group of urban management officials.
His face pretended to ask.
"Report to the squad leader! Kill them, don't bury them!" Tank immediately put down the steel pipe, stood at attention with his head raised, and replied in a serious voice.
After hearing what they said, Zhou Ke, the captain of the urban management team, and the surrounding business owners trembled all over. The tone of these people's words definitely didn't sound like they were joking. It seems that what they just said about the son of the old Zhao family killing 73 enemies was probably correct.
It's still true...
"Fuck! It's not this sentence! It's the sentence 'Whoever offends my brother!'..." Ye Yangjian raised his lips and licked his teeth evilly with his tongue.
"Come up here shirtless!" Tank still maintained his attentive posture and continued the next sentence skillfully.
"Fuck you! You know you still want me to ask you!" Ye Yangjian roared and tore off the black T-shirt on his upper body! Tank followed suit and tore the clothes into strips.
The two men revealed their strong upper bodies, with a ferocious wolf head tattoo on their left shoulder, a digital coding strip on their right shoulder, and crisscrossed scars and bullet holes all over their bodies. In an instant, the two men burst out with the most arrogant fighting spirit!
"Tank! Don't show mercy to me, you kid. If there's anyone with sound hands and feet today, I'll put you in solitary confinement when I get back!" With a loud shout! Ye Yangjian and Tank rushed towards Zhou Ke and the urban management officials around him with steel pipes in hand.
Team members...
It was an eye-opener for the surrounding business owners. They used to see these urban management officials beating people to pieces in the market every day. But now, in just one week, they saw two special cases. The last time was
Zhao Dawei knocked down 4 urban management officers with his bare hands. But this time! This time, two strong men who seemed more violent than Zhao Dawei beat up a group of urban management officers. But why do we talk about siege?...
"Get over here!..." Ye Yangjian stood up and an urban management team member was scared to get into the crowd when he saw that the momentum was wrong. Unfortunately, his yellow dog-skin uniform was too obvious. Ye Yangjian rushed forward with one hand.
He grabbed the man's back collar and dragged him to the ground like a dog, and grabbed his neck with his backhand. The urban management team member was so frightened that he almost cried! Unfortunately, Ye Yangjian never had '' in his dictionary.
The word "mercy"! When he saw the steel pipe in his right hand coming down, he hit his chest hard with the end of the stick. The urban management team member coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot, thinking that his ribs were broken.
His lungs were injured. Ye Yangjian lifted him up from the ground, hit the man's lower abdomen with a flying kick, and kicked him towards his companions not far away. Those urban management team members who had not yet reached the end were frightened.
I was stupid, I didn't pick him up and let him fall to the ground. After falling to the ground, the man rolled around in pain for several times, as if boiling water had been poured all over his body.