Walking hurriedly among the crowds of people on the street, Yan Fenghuo just wanted to seize the time and run as far as he could. Maybe he could solve other things, but he couldn't solve it with an organization like the Red Army.
Because the Red Army is an atypical terrorist organization, a terrorist organization defined by the United States guided by Mao Zedong Thought. This organization is the Red Army, the Japanese Red Army that bloomed for the Red Soviet regime.
Go against them? Stop it. Calling these guys a terrorist organization is simply the biggest insult to them. Terrorist organizations fight for sacred things, while the Japanese Red Army fights for justice. In other words, as long as it goes against
Their thoughts cannot be called justice at all.
The most critical point is that they were once an army, well-organized, and had systematic guiding ideology and work purposes.
Let me ask, which terrorist organization in the world, large or small, from the base to the East Turkistan Islamic Movement, has ever seized power or established a country? No, not one. And what about the communist Red Army soldiers? They established two
Great countries, one is called the Soviet Union and the other is China.
The Japanese Red Army itself emerged during that period, and they were the most representative Red Army soldiers during the world revolution. As difficult as our army was to fight during the Anti-Japanese War, these guys were just as difficult to fight and cannot be offended.
So Yan Fenghuo had to flee, to a place where there were no Red Army soldiers. This era, this international situation, is no longer the era of the Red Army seizing power and uprising, unless the Third World War starts and the light of communist ideas shines on the world
Only in every corner can the Red Army rise again and become the main theme of the world.
In a short period of time, Yan Fenghuo came to the airport and bought a ticket for the fastest departure. He didn't even look at the destination, because no matter where he went, it would be better than staying here.
No one is staring at him, no one is paying attention to him. Thirty minutes, and in thirty minutes the plane will take off, and we will escape from damn Japan.
The airport was crowded with people, which became Yan Fenghuo's best disguise. Thirty minutes later, his flight took off on time, taking him into the sky and flying towards a European country.
"Huh..." Yan Fenghuo exhaled heavily and lay back on the chair.
Red Army, Red Army... Damn it, what age are we in, and we still want to establish a red political power? They are simply a group of rigid people. There is no so-called red political power in this world, and all red political power must be fought with the barrel of a gun.
First world countries symbolize violence, and third world countries still symbolize violence. As long as it is a country, it symbolizes violence, no matter how sound its constitution is, no matter how perfect its laws are. In short, as long as it is the establishment of a country,
In the end, it is impossible to achieve absolute equality, and ultimately rule by violence.
Regarding freedom and democracy, no country has done better than China. Not to mention now, at least a few decades ago, China's poor people were indeed the masters of their own country. At that time, the common people had absolute political rights, and they
He is the true master of the country.
But that is just a deformity of the changing times. After a few decades, the deformity disappears, leaving people with unlimited imagination. The reality is still the reality, and the people at the bottom are still the people at the bottom. This cannot be changed, or this kind of democratic rights
It's just a transition.
The Red Army had no hope, at least not until World War III started.
"Sir, I'm sorry." A girl's clear voice came from behind.
Yan Fenghuo turned his head, and what appeared in front of him was a shy, gentle and beautiful Japanese girl.
"Is something wrong?" Yan Fenghuo asked.
"That's it, can we change seats? I'm a little airsick. It would be much better if I could lean against the window. Please!" The Japanese girl made a pleading voice, folded her hands in front of her belly, and nodded to Yan Fenghuo with a smile.
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Yan Fenghuo narrowed his eyes and stared at the girl for a few seconds, nodded, stood up and prepared to change positions.
When a person sits on a chair and needs to change positions, the first action is to turn his head away, and the second action is to stand up. This is a very natural action, no one would turn their head back and stand up.
Natural movements are also reflected in Yan Fenghuo, who turned his head while standing up.
At this moment, a thin needle appeared in the girl's right hand and silently pierced Yan Fenghuo's back.
This action was so secretive that almost no one noticed it. The girl still had a shy smile on her face, as if she had done nothing and everything had nothing to do with her.
Suddenly, Yan Fenghuo seemed to have a pair of back eyes. He grabbed the girl's right wrist holding the needle with one hand and squeezed it tightly.
"ah!"
As if being clamped by iron pliers, a look of pain suddenly appeared on the girl's face, she opened her mouth and screamed in pain. At the same time as she screamed in pain, she quickly moved the needle tip with her right index finger, moved the needle tip to the back of the chair, and dropped it on the chair.
On the ground.
"Sir, you hurt me." The girl begged in pain, her cheeks changed color due to the pain, her eyes were full of grievances, and even filled with tears.
No matter who looks at this expression, they will think that Yan Fenghuo bullied this girl. Not only did he bully her, but he bullied her openly and above all.
His hand tightly grasped the opponent's delicate wrist, and you could even see clear bruises from where his fingers were clasped. Not only that, there was also a slight sound of bone exploding in his ears.
His strength far exceeds the girl's. If he really exerts force, the girl's wrist may be crushed.
"Hey, brother, let go of this beautiful lady, or I will be rude to you." A strong European man sitting next to the girl warned Yan Fenghuo.
Heroes saving beauties happen from time to time. Even though they are cliché, they definitely have a great effect. Especially when traveling, a clichéd hero rescuing a beauties can always make a girl like you. Once you have a good impression, you will be warm to her.
After getting in touch, invitations will be sent out, and everything will follow naturally.
It's a pity that this European strong man's hero's rescue of the beauty is a bit wrong. The people he faces are different.
"Bang!"
Yan Fenghuo punched the strong European and American man, hitting him in the nose.
Blood splattered, and the strong European man leaned his head back hard, and touched his wet mouth and nose in a daze. When he saw that it was all blood, he opened his mouth and cursed, glaring at Yan Fenghuo fiercely.
"Shit! You yellow-skinned pig, you bastard..."
"Bang!"
Another direct punch hit him, and the corner of the strong European man's mouth was torn open with a bloody gash. He lay heavily on the seat and fell into a semi-conscious state.
After dealing with the nosy guy, Yan Fenghuo ignored the looks of the people around him, squinted his eyes and said to the girl: "I know the symptoms of airsickness, not only know it, but also very clear. But your cheek just now was normal, there was no airsickness and blood flowing up at all.
The flushing that appears on the top of your head is normal. Don’t tell me that you are airsick as usual, and don’t tell me that you have no plans to do anything. Who are you? What do you want to do?”
The girl smiled, shyly, tenderly, and used her free right hand to open her windbreaker, revealing the bra she was wearing.
Yan Fenghuo didn't look at the girl's snow-white tenderness exposed in the air, but focused his eyes on the bra the other party was wearing, his pupils severely contracted, shrinking into the most dangerous pinpoint shape.
Her bra is no ordinary bra at all, but a bra with a bomb strapped to it!
The bra is very cleverly designed. The whole body is wrapped in thin slices of ivory, which is extremely delicate. Inside is the most familiar C4. Although it is covered and wrapped in perfume and body odor, it still cannot escape Yan Fenghuo's extremely sensitive sense of smell for such things.
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Experts know that ivory can block X-rays and manual security inspection measures, allowing people to successfully walk through the security door and board the plane with explosives.
If this were in the United States, they would definitely be found out, but this is in Japan, and the anti-terrorism efforts are far inferior to those in the United States.
Originally, my bust size was only 34B, but after I put on this bra, it directly turned into a 38D bust... It’s so clever. The explosive is several centimeters thick. There is no doubt that it is concentrated C4 explosive. Once detonated, the entire plane will be destroyed.
Everyone on it is dead, and there will definitely be no one left unscathed.
"It's genuine." The girl lowered her head and smiled shyly: "I don't want to do this either, but my husband doesn't like to cooperate, so I have to do this."
Faced with this situation, Yan Fenghuo smiled bitterly and let go of the other party's hand. He didn't know where the detonator was, but it must be on the girl. If he refused to cooperate, the girl might really detonate the explosive instantly.
There may not be enough explosives, but it will definitely damage the cabin and eventually cause the plane to crash.
"Red Army?" Yan Fenghuo asked helplessly.
The girl pursed her lips and smiled shyly, acknowledging her identity.
"What do you want me to do?" Yan Fenghuo asked.
"Stay in Japan." The girl said sincerely: "Sir, this is our hope and our plea. Please rest assured that we will not be disrespectful to you at all. You will become our most distinguished guest."
The most distinguished guest? If Yan Fenghuo were a child, maybe... No, even a child would not believe what a Japanese person said, no matter whether she was a Red Army soldier or not.
"But the plane is in the sky, how can we get back?" Yan Fenghuo shrugged.
The girl smiled shyly, lowered her head and whispered: "You are a terrorist, of course you have to do this kind of thing."
As soon as she finished speaking, the girl stood up and seemed to fall forward uncontrollably towards Yan Fenghuo. An ivory grenade that had been hidden in the center of her chest for an unknown length of time rolled into Yan Fenghuo's seat with the body heat of a gentle Japanese girl.
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"Ah!!!..." The girl let out a piercing scream and fell sideways on the national highway in the cabin with a face full of fear: "Terrorist! Terrorist! He has grenades! He is the Red Army!!!"
Red Army! Terrorists! Japan’s most ferocious terrorists are best at hijacking planes!
Countless pairs of fearful eyes stared at Yan Fenghuo and saw the ivory grenade on the seat.
The cabin was in complete chaos, with screams, cries, and pleas for mercy.
Several crew guards heard the sound and immediately came with guns pointed at Yan Fenghuo's head.
"Put your hands on your head! Quick! Put your hands on your head!"
"Do it or you'll be shot!"
"..."
The guards assigned to the crew were very nervous and fierce. Although there was only one terrorist, one was enough, and one grenade was also enough.
Facing the muzzle of the gun and the nervous crew guards, Yan Fenghuo twitched his lips and smiled, then immediately pursed his lips, then showed an expression that he wanted to cry. Finally, he helplessly held his head in his hands and comforted the other person: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous."
Nervous, this is not a taxi, this is a plane, a plane..."
The plane immediately turned back, and the airport was full of police and Self-Defense Force soldiers. Yan Fenghuo was tightly locked up and taken to the police station and detained in an independent prison cell.
Red Army, terrorist, these two terms made him an extremely nervous criminal in the Japanese police in an instant...