Yang Luo took a puff of his cigarette at the end, and then flexed his middle finger and flicked the cigarette butt out, "When Moharisov appears, it is time for Hongye Jun to appear, things are getting more and more interesting." ”

"Yang Luo! The little devil army has already surrounded us, and it is less than a kilometer away from us. Dann said.

At this moment, Li Tao and Zhou Hao pressed thirty or forty foreigners to come out.

Yang Luo said: "Get them to the front and stand."

Slowly, the ground began to tremble under his feet, and the roar of the tank could be heard in the distance. Yang Luo jumped off the roof of the car with a smile, picked up the bazooka on the ground and carried it on his shoulder, swaggered out of the position, and stood in front of those foreigners. Then he looked back at a tall gringo behind him, this guy was a head taller than Yang Luo, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Yang Luo.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Yang Luo's mouth, took a step back and stood beside him, patting him on the shoulder, scaring this guy into a tremble.

"Don't be afraid buddy, the Japanese won't hurt you. And as a member of the East Turkistan Organization, I will not hurt my American friends. Your President has met with my chief on several occasions to help us and support our independence. Yang Luo's voice was very loud, and these gringos could hear it clearly.

The roar of tanks got closer and closer, and one tank drove out at a fast speed at the intersection in front, followed by the second, and then the third...... And behind him there was the roar of a tank engine.

Yang Luo took a few steps forward, raised his hand, waved and shouted, "Hello, welcome to my party, I have prepared a big gift for you, and I will give it to you now." ”

After saying that, he pressed his finger the red button of the bazooka, and the rocket screamed through the space with a brilliant tail flame.

"Boom!"

The flames rose into the sky, and the Japanese Type 10 main battle tank in front of it suddenly flew more than two meters high, and then fell to the ground with a bang. The tank behind came to a sudden halt, and the turret slowly turned.

Yang Luo looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Dai Enen, connect me to the Japanese Prime Minister." ”

Time seemed to stop, and hundreds of millions of people around the world were looking at the madman who was still so arrogant in the face of tanks. Although the picture of this person's face has been processed a little blurry, the arrogant laughter can still be distinguished.

It's too similar, it's too similar, such an arrogant and crazy move is exactly the same as that guy in Indonesia a few years ago. Some masters began to screenshot the footage of the two videos for comparison, and the result was that everyone was stunned, they were not alone.

In the crisis center, Naoto Kan stood there looking at the electronic screen and saw that the terrorists were so arrogant. The knuckles of the fists clenched clenched rattled loudly.

"Yaga, you're going to pay the price soon, don't think I'm scared if you get the hostages out. ”

"Jingle ......" the phone rang urgently, "I'm Naoto Kan." ”

"Oh! It turned out to be Deputy Prime Minister Naoto Kan. Kan saw the guy carrying the bazooka turn around and smile and wave at a camera on the streetlight.

"Hello, may I ask Your Excellency Prime Minister Hatoyama? Haha......"

"Yaga ......"

"Eight, what the hell are you doing with so many tanks? Do you want to say that these hostages have been killed by us, and then blow us up together, the so-called death has no proof, right? Then please give the order to open fire, our East Turkistan Revolutionary Party is not afraid of death. But before you start shooting, let's take a look at the video sites on the Internet and what TV stations in various countries are broadcasting. ”

Kan's heart jumped suddenly, and a sense of unease that he had never felt before filled his heart.

"Connect to the Internet, I'm going to see what's there. Kan Naoto stared at Yang Luo on the picture with his eyes, and his voice sank terrifyingly.

The screen flashed a few times, and suddenly a familiar picture jumped into view. Kan's head buzzed, pointing to the electronic screen, "This, this, this...... This...... What's going on. ”

The faces of those ministers changed and they began to panic in their hearts, yes, the current picture is exactly the same as the picture just now, except that it is now a high-altitude overhead shot, and it is obvious that this is a picture transmitted through satellites.

One of the ministers came back to his senses and roared, "Hurry up and tell Fumiji Okada not to open fire, otherwise we Japan will become the public enemy of all countries in the world." ”

A staff member knew that the matter was urgent, and did not wait for Kan Naoto to give an order, so he quickly contacted Fumiji Okada to stop the plan immediately.

Fumiji Okada returned to the command center of the police station and looked at the picture, pulled his hair fiercely, and roared, "Yaga...... I'm going to blow you to dust. "As soon as I was about to inform Eizaburo Kamei, I received an order from the crisis center to stop the plan.

Fumiji Okada's face suddenly turned flushed, and he was about to eliminate these terrorists who had made him disgraced, but he suddenly received an order to stop the plan. This made him feel very panicked, his chest tightened, and he gasped for breath. A police officer next to him saw that it was not good, so he hurriedly found first-aid medicine on him and fed him to eat.

Yang Luo had a weird smile on his face, raising his fist and waving it in the air, "Long live, long live, long live the East Turkistan Revolutionary Party." Then he raised his middle finger, "You shoot the cannon, and if you have a kind of cannon...... Haha......"

Kan Naoto's hand holding the phone was bruised, he took a deep breath and said in a calm tone: "We have paid the ransom, should you also release the hostages." ”

"Haha......" Yang Luo laughed again, "There is no problem with this, give me another $50 billion, and I will release the hostages immediately." ”

"Yaga...... You guys are so dishonest. ”

"Idiots, scoundrels never talk about credit. After speaking, Yang Luo looked down at the time, "I'll give you twenty minutes to remit five billion to that account, remember that you only have twenty minutes, once the time is up, I won't see the money and give you another surprise." ”

"Toot Toot ........."

There was a busy sound from the receiver, and Naoto Kan slammed the phone on the table, and then kicked the chair away with a "bang".

The cabinet ministers all looked at the angry Kan and didn't speak, and after a while, Kan said, "This guy is blackmailing us for another 50 billion." ”

Finance Minister Yoshihiko Noda said: "These terrorists are not trustworthy and cannot be given to them anymore. The other ministers chimed in.

And Naoto Kan stood there with a gloomy face, no one knew what he was thinking.

Yang Luo laughed and turned around and shouted: "Hong Tian, Del, throw all the rockets on the tank for me, so much, it's too fucking wasteful to run out, it's all money." ”

Eizaburo Kamei sat in the command car in the rear and felt very strange why the order to attack had not been given yet. How did he know that Okada Fumiji's life was almost gone, and he hadn't eased that breath until now, and there was no way to give the order to retreat. And Kan Naoken and those ministers were being overwhelmed by Yang Luo, so they ignored them. In this way, the land corps fell into a place of no return, and even Eizaburo Kamei's life was almost thrown here.

"Boom, boom, boom!!!!!"

Dozens of rockets rained down from the sky and fell into the clusters of tanks crowded on the streets, and the flames rose into the sky. In the blink of an eye, a dozen tanks turned into a pile of scrap metal.

When Kamei Eizaburo received the report, he shouted wildly: "Retreat! Retreat!" But he kept scolding in his heart, and he wanted to shoot Okada Fumiji with one shot.

Whether it was the rapid retreat of the SDF soldiers or the tanks, Yang Luo laughed: "You guys are fucking firing cannons...... ”

Two flames suddenly rose from the roof of the Okura Hotel Building, and Yang Luo roared: "My God! Zhou Hao Laozi fucking cut you." After shouting, he turned around and threw himself back with his legs hard, and saw those foreigners still standing stupidly in the air, "Damn! ”

When those gringos saw Yang Luo's appearance, they reacted quickly and hurriedly pulled the people around them to the ground.

"Boom! boom!"

The earth shook violently, and a hundred meters away, like a dragon's thick smoke mixed with flames, rose into the air. Countless pieces of shrapnel mixed with cement block tank parts flew around at subsonic speeds, deeply embedded in the surrounding buildings in bursts of "crackling horns". A large and terrifying energy spread in a circle from the point of the explosion.

The Japanese Self-Defense Forces, who did not know what was happening, were dazed to see all the glass of the buildings on both sides of the street shattering, and those glass shards were like meteors that quickly pierced the night sky, shining in the sunlight and burrowing into their bodies. Before they could let out a scream of terror, they were instantly engulfed by the terrifying energy that swept by.

The concrete pavement was lifted in waves, and countless pieces of cement of various sizes flew up like cannonballs, crashing into the buildings on both sides. The sound of heavy objects hitting the wall !! "bump, bump, bump, bump, bump

Yang Luo and those foreigners flew up one after another, and the screams of fear echoed throughout the space.

"Plop, plop!" The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded, and Yang Luo grinned and got up a few meters away, "Fuck! Zhou Hao, my sister, Lao Tzu didn't die in the hands of the little devil, and almost died in your hands." ”

Zhou Hao's hehe laughter came from the headset, "Boss, I've calculated, the shock wave of the explosion can only cause a little damage to you, and it will definitely not be fatal." Speaking of this, he smiled again, "Boss, since you want to fight them, you have to be careful." ”

"!" Yang Luo roared, got up and frantically pounced on the position surrounded by cars. Suddenly, I saw a little white girl of eleven or twelve years old lying there crying, and without any hesitation, she jumped over, picked up the little girl, and threw herself at the back of a car.

And the gringos, men, women, and children, got up on the ground and ran behind cover. At this moment, eight surface-to-surface missiles flew in four directions on the roof of the building.

The SDF, which had not been hit in the other three areas, knew that the east side had been hit, and one by one they lay nervously on the ground. Suddenly, there was a shrill whistling sound in the sky, and one of the team members rubbed his eyes violently, until he was sure that he was not dreaming, and then he let out a hysterical scream: "Oh my God, run! It's a missile!!!"

The missile slammed down as the words fell, followed by a violent explosion in the other three directions, and a fiery red mushroom cloud rose into the sky. Countless human bodies were lifted into the sky, and those who were not killed danced in the air, letting out howls that were not human. Under the inertia of the energy generated by the explosion, it flew obliquely more than ten meters away like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers and smashed to the ground.

Eizaburo Kamei climbed out of the overturned command vehicle in embarrassment, staring blankly at the tank that had been blown up to scrap metal and still emitting green smoke, as well as the corpses of the Self-Defense Forces, whose muscles on their faces were twisted.

Heavy gasps can be heard from every corner of the world, and such a scene is too shocking. It's a fucking war, no, it's not a war, it's a massacre, a massacre of Chiguoguo. In the face of the terrorists' shields made by the people of all countries, the Japanese did not have the courage to shoot and fire, so they could only be beaten passively and mercilessly slaughtered.

Those angry young people in Huaxia raised their arms and shouted, no matter who you are, we will support you. The little devils came to our country a few decades ago to commit the Jinling Massacre, and this time you are coming to the Tokyo Massacre.

The security agencies of the world are all gloating and wide-eyed, but they are also afraid that someone will make such a good show on their own turf, and they have ordered all departments to be on guard.

And at this time, those bezoar dog treasures who were forced to hide by the Self-Defense Forces jumped out like stimulants, and the frenzied ones with weapons pulled the trigger on the Self-Defense Forces that had not yet come to their senses, and the unarmed picked up the broken iron pieces on the ground that they didn't know what they were and rushed towards those Self-Defense Forces with a scream, just like a demon god possessed by the heavily armed Self-Defense Forces with a fearless face, and their fate could only be beaten into a sieve.

A dozen or so guys found a tank that had overturned there, and the rest of the tank was intact and ran over excitedly, throwing away their weapons and turning the tank over. The two guys climbed inside, and after a long time of tinkering, the turret began to turn, and then there was a loud bang, and the cannonball slammed into a building in an arc. There was a roar from the tank's engine, and it began to move forward in a twisted way. The turret kept turning, and the shells flew everywhere.

The SDF has lost contact with the command and is working in silos. In this way, how can they be those bull ghosts, snakes and gods who come from the bottom of the society and are familiar with the city and can no longer be familiar with them. The beaters fled, and one of the SDF members felt unbalanced as the rioters smashed through the shops on both sides of the street and got out of the bags. Gritting his teeth, he took off his military uniform, pulled out the clothes from a dead ghost, and joined the army of robbers. There was one and there was a second, and those SDF members followed suit.

Whether it's the thugs or the self-defense forces who have joined, what else is there to do when they have grabbed enough? Lust is desire, yes is desire, the Japanese have no doubt that their inferior roots are fully displayed, one by one they rush into residential areas, blow open the doors of citizens' houses with grenades, or break the door locks with guns in their hands, and see women rushing forward desperately.

(End of chapter)