On the street corner opposite the American Chamber of Commerce, Ye Geyin was pacing back and forth anxiously as he listened to the explosions coming from the house opposite.
Ever since Liu Zhenming entered that door, he had always looked anxious and restless, with his heart in his throat.
Ye Geyin was eighteen years old, which happened to be the age of hero worship. In North America, where the Chinese were oppressed and persecuted everywhere, Liu Zhenming, who assassinated the President of the United States alone and showed up in Toronto safe and sound, was his hero.
Moreover, after just a few hours of getting along, Liu Zhenmingyi Gan Yuntian's heroic spirit and fearless courage left an indelible impression on his heart.
What to do? No matter how powerful Brother Liu is, he only has one person and one gun. He was too impulsive. Ye Geyin touched the revolver on his waist.
No, I have to go in and meet him, he decided in his heart.
Just as Ye Geyin was thinking this, he turned around and glanced, only to find that his father Ye Ting was rushing over with a dozen people.
As the director of the guild hall, Ye Ting was usually very tolerant in dealing with external affairs with white people, but he was still fairly fair in doing things and was still very prestigious in the Chinese guild hall.
Not long after Ye Geyin slipped away with Liu Zhenming, he learned the news. Feeling bad, he hurriedly brought a dozen people to stop Liu Zhenming. Unexpectedly, he was a step too late in the end.
"father!"
"Where's Liu Zhenming?" Ye Geyin just had time to call out, but was interrupted by Ye Ting, who asked anxiously.
"Entered the American Chamber of Commerce." Ye Geyin looked across.
"He is seeking his own death and doing things too recklessly. Anyway, after he dies, everything will return to peace." Ye Ting sighed softly with some regret.
If he really met Liu Zhenming, Ye Ting didn't know what choice he would make. Whether to hand him over to the Americans or help him escape, he had no idea.
Perhaps, dying here is the best choice.
"Dad, why do you say that?" Ye Geyin turned his head and looked at his father with a disappointed look on his face. Then his eyes became firm and he turned around and said, "I'm going to save him!"
"Sir, stop here, what do you know?" Ye Ting shouted angrily, raised his hand, and several of his subordinates gathered around him.
Ye Geyin felt her blood rushing to the top, and she suddenly knelt down to Ye Ting and said: "I don't understand, yes, I don't understand! I only know that before Brother Liu assassinated the President of the United States, the way white people looked at us
There is only contempt and disdain in their eyes, but now, there is fear in their eyes, fear that the Chinese they have always regarded as ants will bite them. Dad, please forgive the child for being unfilial. If I die here today, you should pretend that I never did.
This is my son."
Bang bang bang!
Ye Geyin kowtowed three times in a row, his forehead was blood red, and even the soil on the ground was dyed red.
Then he stood up and ran towards the opposite side without looking back.
The few Chinese people who originally surrounded him seemed to be touched by his words, and they forgot to stop them for a moment.
"You are a traitor, you are a traitor!" Ye Ting's eyes were filled with tears, his lips were trembling, and his gray braids were fluttering in the wind.
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In the chamber of commerce! Liu Zhenming walked back to the corridor, looked at the dead bodies on the ground, rolled up a piece of clothing with the muzzle of his gun, soaked it with blood, then waved it lightly on the pink and white wall, and wrote a few bright red Chinese characters in one fell swoop.
:The Lord’s judgment is coming!
If you want my life, be careful about your own life first. There is no right or wrong, only life and death. In this cruel era, all I can do is use my three-foot green peak.
Fighting for three thousand miles with one body, one sword can be used as a million divisions!
Liu Zhenming raised his head and let out a long roar. His mentality had undergone a fundamental change in this battle.
Putting the rifle back into the space, Liu Zhenming straightened his clothes, lit a cigarette, and then walked towards the door slowly...
The world is still the same outside the door, except for the screaming people running around.
However, in Liu Zhenming's eyes, everything has changed. All the escapes and retreats in the past have been wiped away from him.
Human life is only a few hundred years, so why not live it happily!
Even if the sky is going to come down, I will use the sword in my hand to pierce the sky and find a way out for myself.
Even if I die, I will die on the road of charge!
"Brother Liu!" A surprised shout interrupted Liu Zhenming's reverie.
Liu Zhenming looked over and saw it was Ye Geyin. He couldn't help but smile, blew out a smoke ring and said, "Why are you here? Didn't I ask you to meet me on the other side?"
"Brother Liu is here to trick me again. Who doesn't know that you are trying to protect me?" Ye Geyin looked at his calm eyes and couldn't help but asked doubtfully: "The people inside?"
"Everyone inside has been dealt with. Let's go. The Toronto police will arrive soon, and Toronto will start to shake." Liu Zhenming tightened his clothes without caring, took long steps, and walked towards the opposite side.
Have everything been solved? Ye Geyin looked at Liu Zhenming with a pair of eyes feverishly, thinking of a poem in his heart: Laughing through a glass of wine, in the murderous city!
Man, that’s right!
Ye Geyin raised his feet and followed Liu Zhenming leisurely.
Ye Ting was still in grief when he saw his son following a young man, walking over slowly but actually very quickly.
Is this Liu Zhenming?
The two raised sword eyebrows, with a hint of murderous intent under the seemingly calm eyes! He is worthy of being the killer of the President of the United States. After killing someone, he can still be so calm.
In fact, this is the indifference that Liu Zhenming developed in the training base. In the training base, Liu Zhenming killed more than a thousand or even tens of thousands of people. Although it was virtual, the high-reality death made Liu Zhenming already
He truly became a murderous beast.
Killing has become a commonplace thing for him, so he can look down upon the life and death of others, as well as his own life and death!
Fortunately, some of the characters he had already formed in reality have not changed, otherwise, he would really become a butcher who has no regard for life.
"You are Liu Zhenming!" Ye** took a step forward and asked with a frown.
"Yes, it's me!" Looking at the opponent's formation, Liu Zhenming could imagine that the opponent was one of the powerful people in Chinatown.
Although the two of them were talking, they kept running towards Chinatown quickly.
"What are you going to do? Do you know how much trouble you have caused?" Ye Ting was very angry at Liu Zhenming's calmness.
Liu Zhenming shook his head and said: "I don't know, and I don't want to know. I only know that we Chinese are already a scourge in the eyes of white people. If we don't resist, we will only linger. I will not linger, so I can only fight tooth for tooth with blood."
Return the blood."
"What a man!" Ye Ting sneered: "Hundreds, even thousands, of Chinese will lose their lives because of your words. Their parents, wives and daughters are still in China waiting for them to send their meager wages.
Thousands of families will be torn apart because of your self-righteous actions! All you have to do is pat your butt and move on to your next destination.”
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