Lin Yu also knew that these people said they were here to kill people and wanted to see Zhao Yonggang by name. They must have some extreme purpose.
He was worried that Zhao Yonggang would be in danger, so he took the initiative to impersonate Zhao Yonggang.
Moreover, he did this to test whether these people recognized him, the shadow spirit of the Military Aircraft Department.
However, when the people in front of them saw him standing up, there was nothing unusual about their expressions. They even looked at him with a disdainful sneer on their lips.
"Are you Zhao Yonggang?!"
The scar-faced man was slightly startled, looked Lin Yu up and down, then raised his head and laughed loudly, saying, "The information is indeed correct, he is really a powerless nerd! He looks a bit young for his age.
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Obviously, he didn't know Lin Yu either. Seeing that Lin Yu was slightly thin and had a fair face, he subconsciously believed that Lin Yu was the political ideologue of the assassination brigade.
Zhao Yonggang on the side was quite angry when he heard this, but he didn't speak in order not to expose Lin Yu.
"Haven't you heard that some people are born with young looks that don't match their age? In fact, I am nearly forty years old!"
Lin Yu made up a lie casually and asked Youyou, "Who are these people? What's the point of coming to our assassination brigade?!"
"Didn't I just say that I'm here to kill people..."
The scar-faced man sneered, murderous intent appearing in his eyes.
"kill?!"
Lin Yu frowned and said in a deep voice, "Where are you from? What's the deal with our assassination brigade?!"
"What's the festival?!"
The scar-faced man looked ferocious, and was very angry for a moment. Then he rushed forward, tore Lin Yu's collar with his left hand, and put the dagger of his right hand firmly on Lin Yu's neck. He shouted in a cold voice, "How many of us did He Zizhen kill back then?"
Indian soldiers, don’t you fucking know?!”
When Li Zhensheng, Kui Mulang, Yan Zi and others saw this, their faces turned pale immediately, and they ground hard with their soles, trying to make a move, but Lin Yu put his hands behind his back and waved at them to signal them not to act rashly.
"Are you also an Indian soldier?!"
Lin Yu glanced at the scarred man and said tentatively, "But judging from your appearance and skills, you don't look like ordinary Indian soldiers..."
"You want to trick me?!"
The scar-faced man sneered, interrupted Lin Yu directly, and said sternly, "You will know who we are later. Now I want you to find me all the confidential documents of your assassination brigade, especially
Hand over your Yanxia border military deployment map for the next three years to me immediately! I can make you die quickly! Otherwise, in the words of you Yanxia people, I will make you 'life is worse than death'!"
As he said this, he pushed Lin Yu back and asked Lin Yu to go find what he wanted immediately.
Lin Yu reached out and dusted his collar, smiled, and imitated the scar-faced man's tone and said leisurely, "You will know later if you can get this deployment map. Now I want you to tell me your identity."
Tell me clearly, especially the purpose of your sneak attack on our assassination brigade camp, immediately! I can let you die quickly! Otherwise, in the words of us Yanxia people, I will make you 'life is worse than death'!"
Since these people were not prepared to take the initiative to explain their identities, Lin Yu was too lazy to talk nonsense with them and planned to take action directly and force them to tell them everything they needed to say.
"Fuck you, you bastard! Kill you and we'll find it ourselves!"
The bald man behind the scarred man was also proficient in Chinese. After hearing Lin Yu's words, he cursed angrily, rushed forward, grabbed the cold dagger in his hand and pounced on Lin Yu like a wolf.
However, before he could rush to Lin Yu, Kuimu Lang rushed out at the side like lightning and quickly stood in front of Lin Yu.
When the bald man saw Kuimulang suddenly jumping out, a sneer flashed across his lips, and he sarcastically said, "You are not overestimating your own abilities!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger in the bald man's hand instantly flipped over and stabbed Kui Mulang's neck fiercely.
His sword was so fast and powerful that it would have been impossible for an ordinary person to dodge it. Moreover, his wrist was flexible and he still had a more powerful backhand when he struck, almost killing the opponent.
Surprisingly, Kuimulang didn't dodge at all, his whole body didn't even move, and his two big hands grabbed his wrist directly.
When the bald man saw this, he even sneered in his heart, and the contempt in his eyes was even heavier. Not to mention Kui Mulang's slow speed, even if it was ten times faster, there was no way he could catch the dagger in his hand.
But what he never expected was that before his dagger could reach Kui Mulang, his arm was suddenly grabbed tightly by a pair of strong hands.
The bald man's heart trembled, his face changed drastically, and he was horrified for a moment.
Before he could react, Kui Mulang's broad hands had already grabbed his upper and lower arms respectively, and bent them hard.