Liu Jianhui draped the national flag on his shoulders and was very eye-catching. An Indonesian thug held up a machete and slashed hard at his head, yelling with a grim smile: "I hate Chinese pigs and Chinese flag the most. I want to kill them.
You, then use your Chinese pig's flag to wipe your butts, and your Chinese pig's flag is only worthy of us Indonesians' ass. Haha!!!!"
"Uh!" The madness ended with a sick laughter abruptly, and his wrist holding the knife was tightly grasped by a big hand like an iron clamp. No matter how hard he struggled, he remained motionless.
Liu Jianhui's eyes were filled with red light with cool blood, staring at him coldly, "You are just a fucking group of garbage. Today I will clean up all of you and purify the increasingly polluted air."
As soon as he exerted his hand, the thug felt a huge pain in his wrist holding the knife, and he loosened his hand and slid down. Liu Jianhui quickly took a step to the left, reached out to grab the handle of the knife, and waved it up hard. "Crack"
!” The thug's right arm was cut off.
"Ah!" The thug covered his right arm, which was spraying blood, and rolled desperately on the ground. Liu Jianhui threw the knife in his hand down fiercely, and the tip of the knife came out of his back, nailing him to the ground tightly, "
I will use your blood to pay tribute to all the Chinese who died tragically in the hands of you trash."
Then he raised his feet and stepped hard on his legs. "Crack!" The sound of broken leg bones came. "This is the end of you garbage killing my compatriots and insulting the dignity of our country. Remember if you have the next life.
, don't stretch your claws towards the Chinese, because you will never be able to withstand our crazy revenge."
Blood kept flowing out of his abdomen and wounds on his shoulders. His pain nerves had reached their limits, his eyes protruded from his sockets, and his eyes were filled with fear. He wanted to use howl to relieve the pain in his body, so he could use all his strength.
Only the sound of "gu!gu!" came from my throat. A large mouthful of blood spurted out, and my body kept twitching.
Seeing Liu Jianhui's fearless eyes slowly losing their luster, he didn't understand until he died. How could these Chinese people who ran away when they saw them, who could bully them, and let them insult and insult them at will suddenly become so crazy?
A few people dared to launch the most fierce attacks on nearly a hundred enemies holding weapons. They were really a group of crazy people.
In this world, no one is more crazier than Ye Tianming, and no one is more bold than Ye Tianming. If you anger him, no matter how powerful or invincible you are, you will be hit by him to death. And now Ye Tianming is like
An angry mad lion waved and snatched the machete, and performed a ruthless and ruthless killing.
The screams and the terrifying sound of bone fractures made people feel creepy, as if they had entered the eighteen levels of hell.
Slowly, all the Indonesian thugs showed a ray of fear in their eyes, looking at the nine Chinese people opposite them with murderous auras.
There were more than a dozen bodies with incomplete bodies lying around Ye Tianming and the others. Such a big noise attracted the special police and police at the airport. They were already stunned by this tragic scene, just standing there blankly, watching
These nine Chinese people, like the god of death in hell, wielding sickles to harvest the lives of their compatriots.
A gunshot from "Bang!", a bullet landed at Ye Tianming's feet. Ye Tianming smiled slightly, "It's finally here, otherwise I really don't know where to get the weapon." After saying that, he looked at Feng next to him
Shock made a gesture.
Then slowly turned around and a convertible jeep that could only be seen during World War II was parked dozens of meters away. Including the driver, there were five Indonesian soldiers sitting in the car. One of them got out of the car and held a gun.