"If you don't accept it, this head is so white!"

Yang Mi strolled into the pure white bar like a nobody, and after entering the wine table, he found that the people in this bar were no less than the people outside.

Leather clothes and leather pants, black boots and white heads, silver chains hanging around their waists, and swastika tattoos on their heads, no matter how you look at the shape of these people, they are not much different from the non-mainstream of the domestic urban-rural junction.

It's a sunny day and noon, and there is already a smoky smell of alcohol in the bar, and when you look at it, the white ass is either falling on the table or crooked on the sofa.

"Tom!"

Yang Mi kicked the thick bar door into shape, and directly left the bald heads who wanted to rush in to the knife.

This muffled sound woke up the crowd in the bar, and these guys, who were so drunk that they couldn't even stand on their feet, came to their senses as soon as they saw Yang Mi.

"Come and see, there's a yellow pig here!"

"Yellow Seed Miscellaneous, who let you in!"

"Whoosh......"

"Bang!"

Yang Mi kicked the vodka bottle on the table at the person who was scolding, and at the same time that the wine bottle exploded in his face, Yang Mi also rushed in front of him. After kicking the guy next to him to the ground with a powerful straight kick, he grabbed the bloody neck and pressed him behind the other party.

"Sting!"

Yang Qi ripped off the pants of the guy who had been kicked unconscious by him, and at the same time that the pungent stench came to his face, he also directly pressed the face of the guy in his hand, and then jumped up and stomped on the back of his head.

"Oh......"

The unconscious guy regained consciousness, and he clutched his ass and tried to get up, but unfortunately, he couldn't get up, because behind him, there was a guy whose head was about to be pinched.

"I originally thought that you shaved your head to pretend to be chrysanthemums, and you co-authored them to enjoy chrysanthemums! In this case, then I will fulfill you and sing you a famous Chinese song Chrysanthemum Remnant!" As soon as the words fell, Yang Mi's body was like a dragon in the water.

"Poof......

"Ahh

"Oh......"

The sound of beatings and screams rang out in every corner of the bar.

Yang Mi showed the traditional Chinese virtue of doing what he said to these Russian skinheads seriously and meticulously, but unfortunately, many of them couldn't see how serious and delicate Yang Mi was.

At this time, these skinheads realized that the Chinese in front of them were not the Chinese who let them be bullied and beaten at will before, he was a little different, he was a devil, and their methods of bullying people compared with him, which can be described as benevolent.

There were a lot of people who picked up the guys, some with guns, some with knives, and some who moved the sofas, coffee tables, and chairs nearby, in short, so they picked up the things they regarded as tools.

It's good that they don't copy the guys, but when they look at the guys in their hands, Yang Mi's instinct as a professional soldier is completely stimulated. Completely ignoring the injuries that had just scabbed over his hands, the hand-holding was so domineering that these bald old hairy men were dumbfounded that the grabbing directly abolished the mobility of all the guys in their hands.

More and more people began to stop standing forward, but tried to punch the door and rush out.

"Boom ......"

The people inside wanted to go out, and the people outside wanted to come in, and the door of the bar fell to the ground with a bang, and when it fell to the ground, it also overwhelmed a few skinheads who had been frightened by Yang Mi.

Those who wanted to come in were dumbfounded when they saw the human centipedes in the house, and those who wanted to go out were dumbfounded when they saw the companion outside who was stupidly engraved with Chinese on the door of their heads.

"Call the police, call the police!"

"Call the police!"

The knife grinned with great interest, and practiced his calligraphy on the heads of those who had been cut to the ground by him. And Yang Mi continues to fulfill his promise. Neither of them paid any attention to the guys who were calling the police with the phone.

"Hey, hello, this is the 110 service center, how can I help you?"

"Damn, what's going on, why is it the sound of a yellow pig?"

When the call came out of the voice of the 110 operator, the bald people were completely dumbfounded, they were unwilling to hang up and call, call and hang up, but no matter what number they called, the call was received from the 110 command center that they couldn't understand a word.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the mobile phones in their hands rang "March of the Volunteers" that many of them had never heard!

"Rise up, you who do not want to be slaves, build my flesh and blood into our new Great Wall......

When the impassioned singing was played through the skinheads' phones, the skinheads' faces showed a hellish look of fear.

"Get on your knees!"

"Hula......"

Yang Qi shouted violently, he was obviously speaking Mandarin, but the bald party who had been frightened seemed to understand, and fell to his knees on the ground in unison.

Yang Mi jumped to the bar, looking around the huge hall like a king in the world, holding an AK47 in his left hand and an old-fashioned Makarov in his right hand.

"Bang bang!"

Yang Mi raised the two guns in his hand, AK and Makarov fired at the same time, directly shattered the light bulb in the room, and the whole bar instantly fell into the darkness of not being able to see the five fingers, only the entrance was still a little light, but for the skinheads, the entrance was the most terrifying place, because the knife holding the double knife was stepping on the edge of the door, and the words were engraved on the heads of those who were pressed under the door with an excited face.

"Surrender!"

"I surrender!"

"We surrender!"

Russian, English, and even broken Mandarin, all the people who raised their hands were doing their best to show their fear to Yang Mi.

Yang Mi glanced disdainfully at the bald heads whose reflections of sunlight at the doors of the light could still flash white light, and said coldly: "Surrender? Don't you want to unify Russia? Don't you want to drive the Chinese out of the country? Don't you want to start a war? This battle has just begun, why do you have to surrender? The pure white alliance is white enough. It's a pity that no matter how white the ass is, if it is red, it will be crippled!"

"Lao Yang, it's almost, don't let the knife do it, if you do it again, you'll be killed, this guy has already cut it!"

Ah Gou couldn't stand it anymore, so he quickly rushed into the bar and woke up Yang Mi.

Yang Mi shouted angrily: "Little knife, you rest for a while, don't you see me giving them a lecture!"

The knife glanced at Yang Mi stupidly, ignored him, and continued his engraving business.

Yang Qi said helplessly: "You see, I can't control him at all." What, any of you who can speak Mandarin, stand up quickly, lest he be used as a clipboard for a while, who will make your heads so white!"

"I will!"

"Me too!"

"I will!"

As soon as Yang Mi's voice fell, one by one the big bald heads scrambled to raise their hands and shout, and they also shouted in broken Chinese.

Yang Mi said lukewarmly: "Do you learn Chinese to better bully Chinese?"

"No...... No. ”

"When I was in school before, I studied Chinese. ”

"My girlfriend used to be Chinese. ”

As soon as he heard this, Yang Mi was a little annoyed, and said angrily: "Damn, you have studied Chinese, and you have studied Chinese women, and in the end you have bullied Chinese? Do you know what it means to be a teacher for one day and a father for life? You stop for me, how can I speak?"

The knife hurriedly put down the guy in his hand who was picked up by him, like a child who had done something wrong, squatting on the ground and sharpening the knife with this guy's big bald head without raising his head, the picture was very visually impactful.

"Come here if you can speak Chinese!" Yang Mi pointed to the open space in front of the bar.

Several people who could speak Chinese came forward by relying on the light of their mobile phones, and after stepping forward, they knelt down directly. In Russia, although no man has gold under his knees, he can make them kneel a Chinese, which shows what kind of shadow Yang Mi left in their hearts.

Looking at these bare-bones parties who are anti-social and anti-social, Yang Mi was angry and said indignantly: "It's really brainless and borderless, China has Hari dogs, Russia has Baide pigs, are your brains forced to be broken? Do you know who will hurt you the most in Russia? You even worship Hitler, if I were your parents, I would have beaten you to death!"

The skinheads, no matter how old they are, are all the way to the skin, and their brains are dead.

This person is brainless, and he is basically useless.

Looking at these big bald heads between the ages of sixteen and thirty-six, Yang Qi really understands why Russian girls like to find Chinese men now, just these virtues, not to mention counting on them to support their families, it's good not to give them a loser.

"How many of you, who is of the highest rank?"

This kind of question, no one understands, a dozen or so people who can speak Chinese, you look at me, I look at you, all hope to get answers from each other.

", I don't even know what non-division means and say that I know Chinese! That is, which of you came here earlier and who has more power in the organization!"

"I ......"

A young man who is not outstanding in the skinhead party, but if he is put in China, he is definitely a macho man, and raised his hand timidly.

Yang Qi asked coldly, "What is your name and what are you doing?"

"My name is Leninsky, and I'm in charge of propaganda. ”

If you like to worship the devil, is there anyone in this world who is more ruthless than Stalin? Forget it, I am too lazy to talk nonsense to you. Where are all the people in your organization? Why are you the one who is the most senior in the propaganda work?"

Leninsky said weakly: "Sir, our chief and chief have gone to St. Petersburg for a meeting. ”

Yang Mi's brows tightened unconsciously: "Where to hold a meeting?"

Leninsky said with sincere trepidation: "Mr. Peter from St. Petersburg, I have invited our chiefs and superiors to a meeting and said that they are willing to finance our activities and introduce us to business. ”

Yang Mi said thoughtfully: "It seems that this guy Peter is planning to use you stupid boys as gunmen! Hey, call your leader, and say that your nest has been taken by Li Changshun of the Norwich family, hurry up and let him come back!"