He casually took out a small stack of Japanese yen bills from his bag and stuffed it into the donation box. As the female students nodded and bowed their heads in thanks, Ren Xiaoyao turned around and saw a huge outdoor billboard on the side of the road. A popular Japanese actress was holding a stack of Japanese yen bills in her hand.
The new condom was smiling slightly above her, as if she hoped that all men could use this brand of condom to have sex with her.
"squeak"
At this moment, there was a sharp sound of a car braking on the ground around Ren Xiaoyao. Three Nissan vans stopped beside him. Several AK47 black muzzles stretched out from the car windows and pointed at Ren Xiaoyao.
Without hesitation he pulled the trigger.
"Damn it, it's those nasty flies again!" Ren Xiaoyao cursed.
Although Ren Xiaoyao was not afraid of these bullets which were useless to him, Ren Xiaoyao, who did not want to be regarded as a monster by everyone, still turned sideways and used a move called Donkey Roll, which was extremely detrimental to his image as the world's richest man, and dodged it.
Bullets flew past like raindrops.
When he was in China, because of the successful cleanup by secretly National Security Bureau personnel, these desperadoes (international mercenaries) who dreamed of getting a high reward of 150 million US dollars launched no less than dozens of attacks on him, but in the end they actually succeeded.
It was only three times.
Because of the intervention of the Angel Mercenary Group, no one came to China to assassinate Ren Xiaoyao, so he relaxed his vigilance.
Unexpectedly, he was attacked as soon as he showed up on the streets of Japan. It seemed that these desperadoes knew his character very well, so they had been hiding in the dark waiting for him to go out alone.
When Ren Xiaoyao turned over and hid behind a Toyota car, the female student holding a donation box next to him had been shot several times and fell into a pool of blood. Judging from the situation, it is estimated that the chance of surviving in the end would definitely be lower than that of Zhong.
How high are the lottery odds?
"Who said you were Japanese? If you were Chinese, I would have saved you!" Ren Xiaoyao looked at the female student who was lying in a pool of blood and was having her soul harvested by the god of death with a blank face, expressing deep regret.
Shaked his head.
Although the female student in front of him will not pose any threat to China, God knows whether she will give birth to a military madman like Isoroku Yamamoto in the future. Therefore, Ren Xiaoyao's policy towards the Japanese is: I would rather kill three thousand by mistake than never.
Don’t miss one!
At this time, the Japanese police patrolling on this street heard the sound of gunshots and rushed over. He pulled out a small pistol from his waist and shouted an extreme sb at the group of gangsters armed with AK automatic rifles.
The words: "We are the police. You have been surrounded. Please immediately put down your weapons and surrender..."
"These Japanese dwarfs are as annoying as flies!"
A tall, blond, blue-eyed, muscular man with obvious North Caucasian features on his face took out a heavy machine gun from the van and aimed it at the police car. The highly penetrating machine gun bullets directly hit the police car hidden in the car.
The two policemen behind the car door were beaten into a sieve.
"It seems that these guys have really strong firepower!" Ren Xiaoyao glanced at the pedestrians running around on the street and thought viciously: "If these guys can change to a new six-barreled vehicle-mounted Gatling machine gun, and then point it at the street
If you beat up these Japanese guys like crazy, maybe I will reward them with 50 million U.S. dollars as a reward if I am happy!"
At this time, the big man holding a heavy machine gun turned his gun and pointed it at the Toyota car Ren Xiaoyao was hiding behind and pulled the trigger. The Toyota car was hit in the fuel tank amidst a burst of "burst, burst, burst" gunfire.
The sound of "boom" turned into a blazing fireball.
At this time, Ren Xiaoyao had already taken advantage of the chaos and sneaked into a luxuriously decorated women's underwear store on the roadside, waiting for the Japanese police who said they would dare to come to the scene and bring the gangsters to justice within three minutes to come to rescue him.
This law-abiding Chinese businessman came to support Japan's economic construction.
At this time, Xu Wenbin, who was hiding in the dark, looked at Ren Xiaoyao's embarrassed look with a theatrical expression on his face. A national security agent asked him: "Should we help Mr. Long?"
"No, Mr. Long is an invulnerable Iron King Kong. There is no need for little people like us to take action in such a small scene!" Xu Wenbin replied with a smile.
"That's right!" The man nodded after hearing this, then turned around to watch the Russian polar bears using bullets to ravage Ren Xiaoyao who was hiding in the store.
"The hunting season has arrived, let's pick up the weapons in our hands and enjoy the joy of hunting!" The big man holding a heavy machine gun in his hand, who was probably the leader of the group, yelled crazily.
With his roar, all the bullets in the machine gun magazine were poured into the women's underwear store, and his companions next to him also picked up the machine guns in their hands and fired raindrops of bullets from the muzzle.
All kinds of sexy underwear in the store were flying all over the place, and several ladies who were shopping for underwear in the store were also riddled with bullets and went straight to see that bitch of theirs, Amaterasu.
"What the hell!" Ren Xiaoyao reached out and pulled off a pair of black translucent lace panties that were blown away by a bullet and fell right on top of his head.
Looking at the big hole punctured by a bullet in these shorts, Ren Xiaoyao couldn't help shaking his head and cursed: "It's so fucking unlucky to have the shorts used by Japanese women press on your head!"
Seeing these Russian polar bears at the door taking out their magazines and approaching the store step by step with guns in hand, and seeing Xu Wenbin in the dark still not taking action, Ren Xiaoyao had no choice but to mobilize his powers to prepare to kill all these bastards.
It's not his style to fight back.
But just when Ren Xiaoyao was about to stop hiding his strength and take action, six civilian version of Hummer off-road jeeps rushed over.
Before the car came to a stop, more than a dozen men jumped out with new G5 mini-submachine guns in their hands. All of these men were wearing black suits and black leather shoes, the standard look of Japanese gangsters.
More than a dozen Japanese men pointed their black guns at the Russian mafia members who had crossed the border, ready to beat the Russian polar bears surrounding the entrance of the women's underwear store into a hornet's nest.
"This is our Yamaguchi-gumi's territory. Don't you Russians know the consequences of crossing the border?"
At this time, a young man wearing wide-rimmed sunglasses walked out from behind everyone and said coldly: "Get out of here before the young master changes his mind and turns you into corpses!"
"It turns out to be Master Yamaguchi Neji. Next time you come to Moscow, I'll treat you to some real vodka!" The leading Russian man smiled at Yamaguchi Neji, then put the heavy machine gun on his shoulder and led his men back into the van.
, disappeared around the corner of the street in a flash.