"Haga!" Ono Ichiro got up on the ground in a mess and cursed angrily.
Qian Zan glared at his eyes, raised his foot and wanted to kick it over, but Ye Tianming reached out to stop him and shook his head.
Qian Zi glanced at Ichiro Ono in disappointment, and then asked: "Brother! Is there no patrol police in this place?"
Ye Tianming took off his epaulette and threw it on the speedboat with a time bomb in his hand, then looked around and looked: "How could it be that there wasn't? It's just that we were lucky and didn't meet it."
Suddenly, a few lights came from the front. Shen Lang, who was walking in front, hurriedly retreated, walked to Ye Tianming and whispered: "Brother! There is someone in front, what should I do?"
Ye Tianming made a gesture, kicked Ichiro Ono to the ground, then lay there and pressed Ichiro Ono's head tightly, and handed the remote control in his other hand to Qian Zhe, "Shen Lang and I go
If this Japanese devil dares to move around, kill him."
Ye Tianming nodded at Shen Lang, and the two of them stood up and swayed over. Qian Zan smiled, "Little Japanese! Don't make any fucking tricks, you are no match for me."
Ichiro Ono saw Ye Tianming and Shen Lang leaving, and he really wanted to pack up the money and snatch the remote control, but when he heard Qian Zan say this, he gave up the idea. Although Qian Zan looked very gentle, he had a soldier all over his body.
You don’t have to think that your aura is a soldier. If you take action rashly, you may not succeed, but you will instead send yourself to death.
Thinking of this Ono Ichiro looking at Qian Zan in a daze, he seemed to be unable to understand what he would say.
"What the hell are you pretending to be? You trash country has always regarded our China as an enemy. How could you, as the captain of the 'Eagle' special forces, not understand Chinese? You really think of me as an idiot
"Qian Zi has been hiding in the market since he was a child. If he hadn't been a shrewd person, he would have been dismembered and would have lived to this day. How could I hide the performance of Ichiro Ono's idiot from him?
"Who?" The flashlight pointed to Ye Tianming and Shen Lang's faces.
"We are 'eagles'." Ye Tianming actually spoke standard Japanese and had a Tokyo accent. If anyone familiar with him knew this, he would definitely be shocked. Everyone knows this boy, but he can speak Japanese.
No one knows.
The light of the flashlight moved away from their faces, and seven Japanese soldiers walked over and said, "Are you really 'eagles'?"
Ye Tianming said: "Our captain Ichiro Ono was seriously injured and needs your help there."
The Japanese standing in front did not doubt after hearing Ye Tianming's words, because now he and Shen Lang were covered in dry blood, especially with injuries on Ye Tianming's shoulders.
"Hi! It's our honor to serve you." After saying that, he waved his hand and walked towards Qianzhe.
Ye Tianming pouted his lips and gestured to Shen Lang. Shen Lang nodded and stood up at the same time. Ye Tianming suddenly hugged the neck of the last Japanese man with his left hand, grabbed his head with his right hand and suddenly exerted force.
"Click!"
He broke his head, and the Japanese devil died until he died. Two Japanese devils heard the strange sounds coming from behind, turned around and saw Ye Tianming throwing their companions' bodies to the ground.