The last stretch of the road to Tokyo University is blocked by police cars all year round. Li Shanhe and Zhang Jie, www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, were about to walk south here to bypass the path as before, but were stopped by someone.

An ordinary police car, blocked in the middle of the road; Because it is close to Todai, the nearby road has been blocked, so the police car is parked diagonally, and no one protests.

As soon as Li Shanhe stopped, three or four police cars drove over from the corner of the road, surrounded him violently, and then I don't know who shouted:

"Line up!" "Salute!"

The police got out of the surrounding police cars and lined up in two lines. Then a salute was brushed together.

What's the situation?

Just when Li Shanhe and Zhang Jie were confused, a policeman in an overcoat walked over happily. While yawning, he returned the salute to the police, followed by an assistant who followed suit.

That square-faced, broad-nosed, and replayed TV news in the morning, who is not Miyamoto Tibetan?

Miyamoto Tibetan slowly took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and said hello: "Yo, the two of you from Kunlun Restaurant, such a coincidence, you are also here to work!" ”

The assistant next to him wondered, "Sir, didn't we wait here for half an hour?" ”

"Shut up!"

Miyamoto gave the assistant a loud pop, then pretended that nothing had happened, turned around and laughed:

"Both, since you are so destined and on the way, let's go to Dongda with us. There aren't many opportunities to be with the police, so don't let down the friendship of the Metropolitan Police Department. ”

Li Shanhe looked at the police officers beside him, "Can I refuse?" ”

"Of course—no."

...... "Then you ask a fart."

Li Shanhe sighed and said, "Officer Miyamoto, you have already used us yesterday and your goal has been achieved, why are you provoking me again?" Can't we do business quietly? ”

"Why do young people nowadays always think of adults so darkly?" Miyamoto Tibetan spat out a smoke ring, "I am in a rare mood today, I want to do good deeds, I am afraid that you will be beaten to death by angry students, so I specially helped you open the way," and then whispered: "By the way, listen to your screams." ”

"You're saying you're going to put on another play in front of the students?" Li Shanhe calmly pointed out the other party's plan, "It's not enough to provoke them on TV, so you decided to come in person?" Let me break with the students completely? ”

"Ha, I'm a glorious policeman who protects the Japanese people! How could he do such a despicable thing for the sake of his own enjoyment? Whispered: "Don't worry, I owe you 150,000, and it's very cost-effective to protect you from only breaking one arm and one leg, right?" ”

Li Shanhe sighed: "I'd rather break one more leg, can you pay back the 150,000 first?" ”

"Of course—no."

Damn, that's the answer.

Miyamoto Tibetan smiled and took a hard puff, and the fire line of the cigarette was sucked to the root. He happily spit out the smoke ring, stomped on the butt of the cigarette, squinted his eyes, and shouted at the policemen, "What are you doing in a daze?" Get in place now! Police cars open the way to protect our good people! Don't let foreigners see the jokes! ”

"Hey!"

The police poured into the police cars, turned on the police lights, sounded the siren, and the momentum was extraordinary.

Zhang Jie grabbed Brother Li's arm: "Little Brother Li, I know you must have a back and back hand, but avoid being really beaten for a while, you quickly tell me where the escape route is......"

"Look at your little guts," Li Shanhe said disdainfully, "there has never been an escape route." I really can't hide from it, just hold on. ”

Zhang Jie's head was covered with sweat, and it seemed that it was time to change his position. He shuddered and reached for the box containing the rice balls, and who knew that he also brought out the leaflet underneath. A gust of wind blew, and scattered leaflets flew into the sky.

Damn good, a flyer was blown in front of the windshield of a police car.

The Miyamoto Tibetan sitting in the car was stunned, grabbed the leaflet, and rubbed his eyes.

Why is the policeman on this flyer so familiar? Square-faced, big-nosed, open-mouthed...... A few strokes, what a special image, right?

Many police officers also picked up the leaflets, made eye contact, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and their faces were red.

Miyamoto Tibetan only felt that his blood pressure was rising, his forehead was bruised, and he glared at the two with a murderous gaze, so frightened that Zhang Jie hid behind Xiao Li.

"I suddenly don't want to do good deeds, you pray that the ambulance will be able to get you out in time!" He said this sentence almost through gritted teeth, and then slammed the door shut.

Li Shanhe gave Zhang Jie a thumbs up, it's still you kid cow, I only dare to play tricks behind my back, you kid directly slapped his face in the face, sure enough, the biting dog doesn't bark, admire and admire.

Zhang Jie cried with a sad face, I really didn't mean it, God, how can you play with me like this......

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The police car queue was activated, and the front and back hugged each other, full of pomp and circumstance. Only in the center of the convoy were two unlicensed three-wheelers with a loud sound and black smoke, which made the scene a little funny. Li Shanhe whistled, it was the first time in two lifetimes to enjoy such a high-level treatment, if the phone was intact at this time, he would definitely take a selfie as a souvenir.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

Shinonome Fangzi is a little impatient, waiting, is what she hates the most.

She was hiding with a few students in a shop on the corner of the road. Although the shop has not been open for several months, Obasan, who lives on the second floor, has not yet moved out, and Obasang is holding a teacup on the side, looking leisurely watching a play.

At this moment, the "scout" ran over: "Here it is, here it is!" The police car is coming! ”

"It's finally here!" Dongyun Fangzi's eyes lit up, she stood up violently, and was about to give orders, but she felt her head dizzy for a while, and she was dizzy after squatting for too long......

Pushing away the support of the students, she shook her head and ordered: "One group goes to push out the siege engines, and the second group distributes spears...... Line up on the road! ”

A crowd of people poured out of the nearby shops and soon formed a phalanx.

After half a month of running-in, the team of discipline inspection committee members has become the most organized and combat-effective representative of the students. Maintaining order at noon every day is equivalent to a high-intensity drill, which is an outlier among casual students. When they got the drill tactics of the Swiss phalanx, they quickly formed a fighting force.

Today, it is not only at Li Shanhe's request, but also for testing the field combat capability.

Hey, hey, more than a dozen students rolled out two horizontal thick cement pillar cars. Yoshiko Shinonome nodded slightly, this is her other killer feature: siege vehicles.

This is inspired by the Swiss phalanx, since the ancient cold weapons can be copied, what about the others?

The library of Todai was lit up all night, and someone found a blueprint of this ancient siege vehicle. Don't have thick wooden beams? Dismantle the cement columns. Can't get the frame? Go to the river and pick up a bike rack......

And so there is this nondescript monster.

The students were waiting for the battle, and Yoshiko Shinonome was majestic and high-spirited, and at the sound of an order, the array moved forward......

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When the car drove around the corner, the anger of the Miyamoto Tibetans stimulated by the leaflet had not yet subsided, and the crooked police car almost scraped Zhang Jie's tricycle, which provoked Zhang Jie to dare not speak.

Suddenly, two huge black shadows flew from both sides of the road, clattered twice, plugged into the engine, and hit his car.

Miyamoto reflexively stepped on the brakes and slid out of a long brake line on the road. In the screeching sound, the convoy was also instantly chaotic, and several cars rear-ended one after another, crackling and crashing into a ball.

Who is the enemy? This kind of attack can never be a student! Could it be that the Soviets called?

"Enemy attack! Be careful! ”

Miyamoto shouted, kicked the car door and rolled out, picking up a common tumbling force in Hong Kong films. When he got up, the gun on his waist had fallen in the palm of his hand, but when he looked closely, there was a large black head in front of him.

The students wore hard hats, paper vests, and towels covering their faces. They lined up in a dense and neat phalanx of bamboo poles in front of the car. They were outnumbered, blocked traffic, attacked the police, but no one made a noise. The wind whistled by, and the flags carried by the rear team fluttered in the air in a strange silence. The police officers climbed out of the rear-end car crash and were also shocked by this scene and couldn't help but hold their breath.

A female voice broke the peace:

"Bamboo spear flat, two steps forward - go!"

A square of hundreds of people has only one voice: brush, brush.

Smack, heels touch.

"Thorn!"

"Hey—" The students roared in unison, and the bamboo spears in their hands stabbed straight ahead.

The Miyamoto Tibetan found himself in a very bad position, and on the wide road, he was alone, facing a phalanx of hundreds of bamboo spears, like a one-armed mantis arm resisting the rolling traffic.

The overwhelming bamboo spears stabbed in, as if the heavens and the earth were all attacked by the enemy. Miyamoto gritted his teeth to overcome the urge to shoot, his nerves collapsed to the extreme, and his embarrassed short body rolled backwards.

He dodged the first row of bamboo guns, but the second row continued to shoot, and the coverage of more than three meters long bamboo poles was simply all over the field of vision, and in an instant, more than a dozen bamboo guns hit, making Miyamoto Tibetan's tears of pain come out.

Fortunately, at this time, someone grabbed his coat and pulled it back. The coat that was originally put on his body in order to pretend to be forced became his lifesaver at this time, and he finally escaped the attack range of the bamboo gun with the help of a roll.

A concerned voice came: "Officer Miyamoto, are you okay?" Didn't you get beaten to death by angry students, did you? ”

The Miyamoto Tibetan was lying on the asphalt, and the blood vessels in his temples bulged out from pain. He clutched his wounded balls, unable to utter a complete word.

"What do you say? Oh, no thanks, just be like I'm doing good. Li Shanhe smiled modestly, "Can I go?" My fans are in a hurry. ”