Chapter 230: Symphony of Life

Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the fifth watch today, and there will be another watch after 10 o'clock

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Ren Yongxu said: "I have already thought about it, after this incident passes, my family and I will return to China to live, and I don't want to be a child without a home anymore, a wanderer without a family."

"Your choice is right, don't you feel disgusted to live with these garbage races in this garbage country?" After speaking, Ye Tianming turned around and walked out of the alley, and Feng Zhen and the others followed closely behind

"Help! Help me! Please take us away" Less than 100 meters away from Ye Tianming, two military vehicles were parked, and more than a dozen Indonesian soldiers looked at the more than 20 Chinese who were pleading with them with disgust

And behind those Chinese people were surrounded by dozens of thugs with murder weapons in their hands, where they were shouting loudly Hearing the rampant laughter with morbidity, Ye Tianming actually laughed, but his smile carried a trace of cold killing intent

Several Chinese took out all the money on their bodies and handed it to an Indonesian officer, "Take us away, all this money will be given to you"

The officer smiled, took the money and glanced at a soldier next to him, "Good! You guys get in the car."

These Chinese people quickly climbed into the car with tears in their eyes, and those old people, children, and women also followed the car, and their hearts were full of panic, and they were eager to flee for their lives, and none of them noticed that five Chinese women were blocked outside by an Indonesian soldier intentionally or unintentionally, watching the car door slam shut, and the military vehicle moved forward slowly, and the five Chinese women were full of despair in their hearts, shouting the names of their relatives

At this time, several men in the car finally saw that their wives did not come up, desperately banged on the car window, shouted to stop, but the answer was crazy laughter, and the butt of the gun was fiercely faced with the muzzle of the black hole, and they could only watch their women being dragged into the crowd by dozens of Indonesian thugs who laughed wildly

Ye Tianming's smile suddenly disappeared, Feng Zhen and Jia Gaoming stood behind him, and a violent aura that could not be described suddenly welled up from their bodies

"Whoa!" Nini was the first to pull the bolt of her gun and raised her gun with an angry look in her eyes

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the driver of the first military vehicle was still laughing proudly, and then he felt as if his head had been hit by something, and his head slammed backwards, "Bang!" The explosion of blood and brain plasma splashed

The officer sitting in the passenger seat was still counting the banknotes in his hand, and then he heard a gunshot, and felt that his face and body were covered with something sticky and hot, with a hint of fishy smell, and then the military vehicle staggered, hit his head on the street lamp, and lifted his head, which was a little dizzy, and saw a headless corpse leaning on the saddle, and his neck was still spraying blood rain

"Bang!" Another shot rang out, and the Indonesian officer shuddered before waking up in a daze, and the driver of the second military vehicle did not escape the fate of being shot in the head

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! The officer jumped off and shouted frantically

"Bang!" The gunshots rang out again, and the officer's head burst open, and the frantic shouting came to an abrupt end

Feng Zhen and Jia Gaoming rushed out, "Dada! Click! The muzzle of the gun spewed tongues of fire, and the crisp sound of the bullet casings falling on the concrete road seemed to be a death song, and those Indonesian soldiers who had just jumped out of the car and were still at a loss to know what was going on suddenly found that they were also afraid of death, and the howls of panic, the screams of despair, as well as the sound of gunshots and the crisp sound of bullet casings falling to the ground, formed a symphony of life that can only be heard on the battlefield