Oshima walked around the room anxiously, and Yamano lay on the roof watching the three figures running towards him. He kept saying in Japanese: "Come! Come to the Chinese pig, come closer, come closer."
Looking at the three figures getting closer and closer, a hint of a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he gently raised the gun.
"Goodbye Chinese pig." Just when he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt as if his head was hit hard by something. The strength in his body was suddenly drained. The remaining will allowed him to see the gorgeous scene in front of him.
A blood flower suddenly bloomed in front of his eyes, which was the last color he saw in this world. "Plop!" Shanye's body rolled down the roof.
Oshima heard the sound but didn't know what was going on and shouted: "What's going on in Yamano?"
Not hearing the answer, Oshima's expression changed, and he moved his body and leaned against the door. When the seven kidnapped hostages heard the gunshots, they knew that people from home were sent to rescue them. However, they were even more nervous at this time, because no one knew this.
Will Little Japan kill them? Now they see him hiding behind the door, and the seven people are staring at the door.
"boom!"
The door was suddenly knocked open, and an old man shouted: "Be careful behind the door."
"Baga!" After scolding Xiaodao, he raised his gun and pointed it at the intruding figure and wanted to pull the trigger. Suddenly, a strong and powerful hand grabbed his gun-holding wrist, and a cold light flashed before his eyes.
He felt a chill in his throat and could clearly hear the "squeaking" sound of blood splashing on his neck.
Staring at the smiling face in front of me with fearful eyes, my chest felt tight, and the strength in my body disappeared little by little. The smiling face in front of me also slowly lost its color, and I opened my mouth.
I wanted to speak, but there was only a "gurgling" sound coming from my throat, and large mouthfuls of blood gushed out of my mouth.
When he fell into darkness, a cold and emotionless voice seemed to come from the distant sky: "Remember never to stretch your claws against the Chinese in the next life."
"thump!"
Ye Tianming threw Da Dao's body to the ground, turned around and walked to the seven people. He took out seven photos and looked at them carefully. After making sure they were correct, he said to Long Ye and Wan Yong who had just come in: "Take their photos."
Untie the rope and evacuate immediately.”
"yes!"
The two men took out their sabers and cut the rope. An old man stood up and said, "Thank you, comrade."
Ye Tianming waved his hand: "This is our responsibility. If anything happens, we will talk about it later. We must leave immediately."
The expressions of the three old men were relatively calm. The two young men felt that Ye Tianming was exuding a cold and bloody aura, and the corners of their eyes twitched wildly. Looking at him, they immediately looked away and thought: Could this be a Chinese soldier?
Why is it different from what we have come into contact with before? Just the aura emanating from his body makes me feel scared.
The two women looked at Da Dao's corpse on the ground in horror, as well as the saber dripping with blood on Ye Tianming's hand. They covered their mouths tightly with their hands, fearing that they would scream.
Ye Tianming looked at them and shouted angrily: "Why are you still standing there? Let's go!" Ye Tianming's roar made their hearts skip a beat, and they hurriedly stood up and ran out.
Ye Tianming was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he picked up the gun on the ground and unloaded the bullets. Then he took out five or six grenades and pulled out the safety, all of them were pressed under Da Dao. After doing all this, he left.