Liu Jianhui draped the national flag on his shoulders in a conspicuous way. An Indonesian thug raised a machete and slashed his head. He smiled and shouted: "I hate Chinese pigs and the Chinese flag the most. I will kill you."
, and then use the national flag of your Chinese pigs to wipe your butts. The national flag of your Chinese pigs is only for us Indonesians to wipe our butts, haha!!!!”
"Uh!" The crazy and sickly laughter stopped abruptly. His wrist holding the knife was tightly grasped by a big hand like an iron pliers, and it remained motionless no matter how hard he struggled.
Liu Jianhui's eyes were full of bloody red light and he stared at him coldly, "You are just a bunch of fucking garbage. Today I will clean up all of you and purify the increasingly polluted air."
As soon as he exerted force on his hand, the thug felt a huge pain in the wrist holding the knife. As soon as he let go of the machete and slid it down, Liu Jianhui quickly took a step to the left, stretched out his hand to grab the handle of the knife, and swung upward fiercely, "Crack!"
The thug's right arm was chopped off.
"Ah!" The thug covered his right arm with blood spurting out and rolled desperately on the ground. Liu Jianhui threw the knife in his hand down hard, and the tip of the knife came out from his back, pinning him to the ground. "I
Use your blood to pay tribute to all the Chinese who died tragically at the hands of you trash."
Then he raised his foot and stepped hard on his leg. "Crack!" The sound of broken leg bones came. "This is what you trash will get for killing my compatriots and insulting the dignity of our country. Remember, if there is another life, thousands of
Don't extend your claws to the Chinese, because you will never be able to withstand our crazy revenge."
Blood kept flowing in his abdomen and flowing out from the wound on his shoulder. His pain nerves had reached their limit, and his eyes protruded from their sockets. His eyes were full of fear. He wanted to howl to relieve the pain in his body, but he tried his best to relieve the pain in his throat.
There was only the sound of "Gu! Gu!" as blood spurted out in large mouthfuls, and the body kept twitching.
Watching Liu Jianhui's frightened and disbelieving eyes slowly lose their luster, he never understood until his death how these Chinese people who ran away when they saw them, were weak and could be bullied, and allowed them to insult and abuse them casually, could suddenly become so crazy.
A few people dared to launch the most violent attack on nearly a hundred enemies with weapons in their hands. They are really a bunch of lunatics.
In this world, no one is crazier than Ye Tianming, and no one is more audacious than Ye Tianming. If you anger him, no matter how powerful and invincible you are, you will be attacked to the death by him. Now Ye Tianming seems to be angry.
The mad lion brandished the machete and carried out ruthless killings.
The screams and the terrible sound of broken bones made people feel horrified, as if they had entered the eighteenth level of hell.
Slowly, all the Indonesian thugs showed fear in their eyes, looking at the nine Chinese people opposite who exuded murderous aura.
There were more than a dozen mutilated corpses lying around Ye Tianming and the others. Such a big movement attracted the airport's special police and police. They were stunned by this tragic scene and just stood there in a daze, watching.
These nine Chinese people are like the gods of death in hell, wielding sickles to harvest the lives of their compatriots
"Pop!" There was a gunshot, and 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 shot Feng Zhen next to him.
made a gesture
Then he slowly turned around and saw an open-top jeep that could only be seen during World War II parked dozens of meters away. Counting the driver, there were five Indonesian soldiers sitting in the car. One of them got out of the car and gestured with his gun.