Around six o'clock in the evening is the busiest time of the Western restaurant, the 5-60 tables in the whole hall are all full of customers, which makes every waiter busy is a group of people, according to the rules of the Western restaurant, there will be no one to block the way of the companions who push the food and serve the food to the customers, so Hou Rui, who left the back kitchen, walked all the way to the four-person table of the target couple and colleagues. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is the pan-fried pork chop you ordered, please use it slowly. As he spoke, Hou Rui put the two plates in front of the target couple, and then put the other two main dishes in front of the two Japanese colleagues that the target couple had at the banquet.

"What's going on? It's not my dinner, I'm ordering stewed pork knuckle. Unsurprisingly, when the target couple saw the dishes on the plate, the husband immediately screamed in dissatisfaction and confusion. So with a "brush", the eyes of the four people at the table were all focused on Hou Rui's face.

At this moment, even the pharmacist who was watching nearby couldn't help but get nervous, he had been planning for so long in the early stage, and now it was the most critical test, the pharmacist chose Hou Rui, because he believed that Hou Rui's psychological quality was much tougher than those restaurant waiters!

"Allow me to explain, dear sir. One of our chefs was invited back from German Hamburg, and when he heard that a compatriot was dining here, he highly recommended you to try it, so we adjusted your order at our discretion, and of course, if you tried it and were not satisfied, we will immediately serve you pork knuckle with cabbage. ”

I saw Hou Rui that he was neither humble nor arrogant, and after saying these words with a slow voice and a smile, he also looked at the husband with a confident face, and also reached out and pushed the plate of fried pork chops in front of her husband slightly, and made a beautiful gesture.

For a while, the husband couldn't continue to shout in front of everyone, he looked at Hou Rui depressedly, opened his mouth but could say anything, in front of these highly educated guys, faux pas are far more difficult to accept than mistakes, not to mention that their colleagues are still sitting across the table at this time, which forces him to continue to maintain his demeanor.

It was only then that his unhappy husband looked down at the fragrant pork chops, and he noticed that the pork chops cut into three pieces with a horizontal knife were specially coated with black xo sauce, red chili sauce and yellow mustard, which were exactly the same as the German flag, and it was even more difficult for him to refuse.

"Okay dear, there's nothing wrong with trying new flavors, and besides, this dish smells good, too!" At the critical moment, the wife, who was still sitting on the side, arranged a step for her husband, but under her persuasion, the disgruntled guy reluctantly picked up the knife and fork, muttered something in German, and cut the steak, inserted a small piece, dipped it in the hot sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Seeing this scene, Hou Rui was secretly relieved, but when he just turned around and was about to push the cart away, the husband suddenly stopped Hou Rui again: "Waiter!"

Is that guy having a golden tongue, and something is wrong with eating it in one bite? At this moment, Hou Rui's heart tightened suddenly, and he slowly turned around after him, and in an instant, Hou Rui was already prepared for the worst; in case the other party found out about the hands and feet in the dish, then Hou Rui would have to directly wipe them out, and as for the future, it would only be said later.

"This, this pork chop ......" The wide-eyed husband continued to chew the pork chops while showing an expression of wanting to say something and stopping, looking a little overwhelmed, which made everyone confused.

"Is there anything wrong with this pork chop?" Hou Rui asked as calmly as possible, but the hand behind his back had already touched the handle of the 9mm pistol, ready to pull out and fire at any moment.

"Well, this pork chop is delicious, please thank you Mr. Chef for me, and I want to order another one that is exactly the same." The embarrassed husband finally told the truth.

I was scared half to death, it turned out that this is also a foodie who doesn't know whether to live or die! Hou Rui finally let go of the pistol on his waist, he smiled and nodded to the husband, and then turned around and left the table.

Waiting for Rui to pass by 5-6 dining tables, when he walked past a person who was enjoying a French snail, the medicine maker had already lifted the briefcase with one hand and handed it over under the dining table covertly, and Hou Rui took the briefcase in an instant, followed him to stuff the briefcase under the cart, and then walked out of the restaurant hall smoothly and naturally.

Waiting for Rui After he changed back into his original suit in the bathroom, he quickly left the hotel, when Hou Rui, who took a taxi away from the hotel, he passed by a whistling ambulance on the way, Hou Rui was basically sure that the pharmacist's plan should be completed, and the German couple was turning into two corpses at the moment.

However, at this time, Hou Rui couldn't take care of the pharmacist, he took the car and went straight to the temporary apartment in Daejeon, and after entering the door to change into light clothes and put on all the tools, he went straight to the military memorial hall again.

More than an hour later, when Hou Rui stood in the alley behind the military memorial, Hou Rui was surprised to find that in just 24 hours, the Japanese had actually completed most of the security system, and the memorial hall in front of him had changed from zero fortification to an impregnable building, and there were almost no large numbers of personnel stationed on duty.

There was not much time left for Hou Rui now, and when he took a closer look, he chose to infiltrate from the patio position. When Hou Rui reached the roof of the military memorial from the next building and using a rope, he trotted around, found the exhibition hall where tanks and fighter jets were displayed, and then pried open a skylight and entered the memorial directly from the ceiling.

In just a few minutes, Hou Rui, who was carrying a backpack, sat in the cockpit of the Zero fighter again.

When Hou Rui held a small flashlight in his mouth and began to repair, he first reconnected the fighter's cannon electrical wiring, and installed a large portable battery for the lost Zero fighter, and when the instrument light in the cockpit was turned on again, Hou Rui's whole person gradually became excited.

Next, Hou Rui followed the tutorials he learned on the Internet and the drawings he found, and started to split the 60-round ammunition chain in two, climbed onto the wing of the fighter, and went to the magazine hanging there and installing them on both sides of the wing.

In the end, when Hou Rui tried to twist the joystick of the Zero fighter and test aiming, the sound of the operation of the muzzle slightly adjusted was immediately heard on the wings on both sides, which also indicated that Hou Rui's plan was half completed, and he was only waiting for the arrival of the final mission goal.

Although it was busy in the middle of the night, Hou Rui, who was excited in his heart, forced himself to calm down, he reviewed the whole plan again, and then began to make final preparations!

So Hou Rui quietly climbed off the plane, ran to the bathroom to solve the physiological problem, and then Hou Rui sat back in the cockpit of the Zero, he closed his eyes and began to wait boringly.

At 4 o'clock in the morning, Hou Rui, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly heard dense footsteps coming from the marble floor at the entrance of the memorial hall, which indicated that a large number of Japanese security personnel in suits and leather shoes were entering the venue.

After these grassroots police officers arrived, they first inspected the military memorial hall in detail, and after eliminating all the potential safety hazards and completing the on-site dragnet investigation, the nearly 100 plainclothes police officers were nailed to the various exhibition halls like columns, staring at the scene with wide eyes, and a sense of slaughter was spontaneously born.

At 06:30 a.m., Hou Rui, who was hiding in the cockpit in mid-air, heard a second wave of footsteps, this time more than a dozen American security agents entered the scene, and they first repeated the inspection, and then quickly formed a second line of defense on the basis of the Japanese police, and guarded the small open space in the middle of the military memorial.

At 08:30 a.m., the Military Memorial Hall opened as usual, and a large number of visitors, American expatriates, and news media personnel who had been waiting outside the door began to pour in one after another, but these people without exception were all subject to extremely strict security supervision at the door before they were allowed to enter the various exhibition halls of the memorial.

When the noise of the crowd began to appear under the fighter plane where Hou Rui was hiding, and countless people holding small flags from Japan and the United States were eagerly staring at the open space and the tents in the open space, Hou Rui was also sitting up straight slowly, he moved his fingers slightly, and then firmly set himself on the fighter jet's operating stick.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, accompanied by a number of high-ranking Japanese government officials and US military officers, General Hammer's long motortour finally arrived in front of the memorial hall, which instantly caused the people standing on both sides of the street to burst into warm applause.

The resolute-faced general waved his hand to the people who welcomed him, turned around and received the flowers from a little girl, and then General Hammer shook hands with the Japanese officials who had come to greet him from the local government on behalf of the memorial, and then he walked up the stairs accompanied by the security captain and adjutant, and soon entered the building of the military memorial.

Next, wherever General Hammer and his entourage went, the long-awaited crowd burst into warm applause, and the open door that had not been opened since half past six in the morning opened again, and then General Hammer and celebrities from all walks of life who participated in the event entered the event site together. (To be continued.) )