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Chapter 238 Racial Discrimination

O'Barr is now completely in a state of madness, with veins popping out on his forehead, his eyes bloodshot, his fists clenched tightly, and his teeth grinding loudly.

Looking at the corpses with missing arms and legs, as well as the policemen and soldiers lying on the ground groaning in pain, they gritted their teeth and shouted: "Chinese pigs, I will cut you into pieces."

In a nearby Chinese residence, the door was locked tightly, and there was a sofa inside. A Chinese woman in her sixties was sitting in the living room and said: "Old Hu! What did you think of the gunfire just now?"

thing?"

"Honey! Don't think too much, this is none of our business. We will return to China after this incident is over," said an old man wearing glasses who was watching the news.

"Oh! Yes! Fallen leaves must return to their roots. When we get old, even if we die, we will die in our own homes."

"Bang!" The sound of the door being kicked came from outside. "Listen to the Chinese people inside. We are the armed forces of the Indonesian National Army. There are Chinese terrorists who have sneaked into Jakarta. Please open the door and accept our inspection."

The old man frowned and stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked to the door. "Old Hu!" The woman grabbed him.

Lao Hu patted and held his hand comfortingly and said softly: "It's okay. Although these Indonesian soldiers don't have a good impression of us Chinese, they will never do anything to us."

After saying that, he moved the sofa against the door, opened the door and saw several Indonesian soldiers standing outside.

Willis said with disgust: "Why did it take so long to open the door?"

The old man looked at him calmly and did not speak. He just moved his body blocking the door and let the Indonesian soldiers come in for inspection.

Willis walked into the living room, looked around, then walked into the bedroom and found nothing suspicious. He said to the old man following behind: "If you find nine Chinese men with weapons in their hands, please call the police immediately. If you dare to hide them privately,

Terrorists shall be shot on the spot.”

The old man still had a calm face and did not answer his words. A trace of anger flashed in Willis's eyes. He grabbed the old man's collar and shouted angrily: "Did the yellow-skinned pig hear what I said?"

"Sir, don't forget your identity. You are not one of those thugs. If you don't let me go immediately, I will sue you for racial discrimination and human rights violations," the old man said without any expression.

"You!!!" Willis was about to say something when he heard two explosions coming from outside. Although the distance was a bit far away and the sound was not loud, the sound of such explosions was not unfamiliar to a soldier. They were grenades.

sound of explosion

Willis's expression changed, he let go of the old man's collar and ran out shouting: "Retreat!"

The old man watched them disappear in a hurry, locked the door, put the sofa against the door again, came to his wife's side and said: "It turns out they are searching for terrorists, and they are Chinese."

"Lao Hu! Do you think these Chinese are Chinese in Indonesia? They snatched weapons when they were being persecuted, and then started killing people everywhere to vent their anger?"

The old man shook his head, "No, they don't have the courage. I suspect they are people from the mainland, and they are probably soldiers."

The woman's eyes lit up and she said, "How do you know they are soldiers?"

The old man smiled slightly: "If it were ordinary terrorists, or those of us Chinese in Indonesia, the troops would not be sent out to search at all."

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