"Mr. Policeman, my name is Masahiro Miyamoto, and I am an economic advisor to Sanhe E-Commerce Co., Ltd. I really have to rush to the Japanese consulate now, there are important things to deal with. I'll have my lawyer go to your police station later to deal with this matter. Will you let me go first? Miyamoto's tone softened.

Masahiro Miyamoto now just wants to hurry to the consulate so that he can be truly safe. If he really went to the Public Security Bureau, with his understanding of the efficiency of the government departments in Middle-earth, he would have figured it out in an hour.

"Mr. Miyamoto, you are suspected of deliberately hurting people, and you must go back with me immediately. After recording the statement, you will decide whether you can leave or not. The police chief refused, and he wanted to enforce the law impartially.

This police leader is not very old, he is about the same as Zhang Jiujiu, and he is an angry young man. Foreign guests from other countries, he may be accommodating, after all, the country's foreign policy is very ambiguous, and these foreign friends who invest in China and Turkey are very friendly.

But because of the hatred of the Japanese people in his bones, he can't wait to teach the self-righteous Japanese people in front of him a lesson now. If Masahiro Miyamoto takes the initiative to cooperate, it will be fine, if not, he does not mind using force.

"Mr. Policeman, it's their drunken trouble, it's none of our business." Masahiro Miyamoto now regrets that he was too impulsive.

"Whatever your business? So what's going on with his arm? "When the police leader first came, he saw that He Jinfa's arm seemed to be injured.

"He, that, they, peed on the consulate's car, which is disrespectful to the Great Wa Empire. I just taught him a lesson. Masahiro Miyamoto stuttered a little at first, and then his words were straightforward.

Masahiro Miyamoto was depressed, first met a few rogue drunks, and then met such a policeman who didn't eat oil and salt. He now even has the heart to attack this policeman.

"Lessons? That means you admit that you hit someone? Come with me to the Public Security Bureau. Otherwise I wouldn't mind arresting you. We are very friendly to international friends. But if the gentleman touches the laws of Middle-earth, he will also have to be punished. The police chief said with a grim face.

Masahiro Miyamoto is so angry, your attitude is also called friendly? Your face is frozen to death, is this friendly? What would that unfriendliness look like?

"Mr. Policeman, it was this gentleman who did it first, and Mr. Miyamoto is just defending himself." Masahiro Miyamoto's driver stretched out his hand and pointed at He Jinfa and said.

"I don't care which of you makes the first move, follow me to the Public Security Bureau." This police chief is determined to take Masahiro Miyamoto to the Public Security Bureau.

"I'm not going. You have no right to arrest me. I have not violated the laws of your country. Miyamoto Masahiro knew that it was useless to explain it, so he simply tore his face.

"It's up to you. Hurry up and get in the car with me. As he spoke, the police chief stepped forward and pulled Miyamoto Masahiro's arm. He thought about making some contribution to the anti-Japanese cause for so many years, but he couldn't do anything except not buy Japanese goods. Today, he finally had such an opportunity, how could he let it go.

Who is Masahiro Miyamoto? The seventeenth generation eldest son and eldest grandson of the Miyamoto family, the future heir to the head of the family. At the same time, he is also the future helmsman of the martial arts hall, how can he call a small policeman close?

Miyamoto reacted almost instinctively, and as soon as he lifted his kick, he kicked the police chief to the ground.

The policemen who followed behind saw that their leaders were kicked over, and they didn't dare to rush forward. He knew that he was not as good as the one lying on the ground. Even if you go up, you will be humiliated.

The little policeman reached out and took out his gun, quickly opened the insurance, and half-squatted behind the front of the consulate's commercial car, revealing only the head and the dark muzzle.

"Don't move, if you move again, I'll shoot." The little policeman threatened, and his hands were still a little shaky. After being a police officer for so long, he really hasn't shot anyone.

In fact, even if he shoots now, it is in line with the police's gun management system. Miyamoto's actions have already constituted the fact of violent resistance to the law. But this little cop has no experience at all. It was only out of fear that the gun was pulled. With a gun in his hand, he felt safer.

Today's police dispatch was originally a small case, but I didn't expect to meet someone who dared to do something to the police. He was still very reluctant when he came. He dreamed of participating in a big and important case. It's just that the real big case is in front of him, and he messes up his hands and feet first.

"I don't move. But don't try to take me with you! Masahiro Miyamoto made his attitude clear. He had no doubt that if he made the slightest unfriendly move, the other party would really shoot. He just wanted to get to the consulate sooner, not to get into more trouble.

The police chief had long been helped up by enthusiastic people who were watching. However, Miyamoto Masahiro's kick was too strong, and he was kicked out of breath, and although he stood up, he still bent over there for a long time.

"You must come with me today, and I will add one more charge to you for assaulting the police." The police chief stood up and spoke. He didn't dare to make do any further. Miyamoto Masahiro is so powerful, he can be regarded as a teacher.

But he remembered the kick just now. On top of the so-called old hatred, new hatred has been added, and it is strange that he doesn't want to retaliate. I saw the police leader take out the walkie-talkie from his waist.

As soon as Masahiro Miyamoto saw this action of the police chief, he knew that he was going to ask for support. Masahiro Miyamoto did not hesitate, snatched his walkie-talkie and smashed it at the head of the little policeman.

The little policeman never imagined that this Japanese man would be so rampant and dare to blatantly attack the police on the street. Before he could react to what was going on, bricks flew over. At the same time, he pulled the trigger.

However, his marksmanship is really not very good, or because of nervousness, he missed when he was close at hand. The bullet grazed Miyamoto's ear and flew out. But what happened next became a nightmare for him. The walkie-talkie hit him right in the forehead, and the little policeman was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground.

As soon as the walkie-talkie in Miyamoto Masahiro's hand was shot, he didn't care about whether he could hit the small police. He is very confident in himself. Masahiro Miyamoto turned around and kicked again, and this time he used all his strength. The police chief fell to the ground again.

The others didn't understand what was going on, but they saw both policemen lying on the ground. The people of Middle-earth have the habit of watching the excitement, and here are the policemen and the Japanese people, which attracts many onlookers.

I don't know who in the crowd shouted: "Little Wa Guo'er dared to beat the police on the territory of Middle-earth and beat him." ”

This is a hornet's nest. A group of people gathered around them, regardless of the three, seven, twenty-one.

The hatred for the Japanese people is deeply rooted in the bones of every Middle-earther, and there is nothing abnormal in ordinary times, and once something triggers this kind of emotional agitation, the consequences are unimaginable.

The Japanese knocked the police to the ground, and the onlookers immediately became chaotic. A whole group of people gathered around. Miyamoto Masahiro's driver had never seen such a formation, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he hid next to the car, opened the door and hid in the car.

Masahiro Miyamoto also knew that a good man would not suffer the loss in front of him, so he wanted to hide in the car, but was stopped by the crowd who caught up. Masahiro Miyamoto is so angry. He really regretted that he didn't decisively let the driver drive away quickly.

They are now trapped in this whirlpool, Miyamoto Masahiro doesn't want to delay any longer, who knows if the people who took Saburo Fujino have asked something after such a long time. If his affairs are also asked, it will not be as simple as going to the public security bureau to make a record.

Masahiro Miyamoto also dealt a ruthless blow to these ordinary people, punching him left and kicking him right, and soon several people fell to the ground. When the others saw him so brave, they were angry but also frightened, and they retreated one after another.

Miyamoto Masahiro didn't want to entangle with them anymore, so he quickly opened the door and got into the car, and shouted to the driver to leave. The driver started the car.

"Can't let them run! The brothers carried the car. A man shouted.

A group of people surrounded the car in an instant, and even the people who didn't do it just now came over. They reached for the bottom of the car, and I don't know who shouted: "One, two, three, up!" ”

The huge commercial vehicle rose from the ground in response. The four wheels spun rapidly, but the body did not move at all. The drivers were already frightened, at a loss, and fiddled with the steering wheel.

Miyamoto Masahiro didn't expect that these people would use such a method to keep him. I didn't have an idea for a while.

"Call the police!" Someone shouted.

"But aren't the police already here?" Another said.

"Then someone attacked the police. Didn't you see that both of them had passed out? "The person who spoke had both hands occupied, and he couldn't pull out the phone.

Hearing the conversation outside the car, Masahiro Miyamoto was in a hurry, and he was about to push the door and get out of the car to clean them up.

But as soon as the car door opened a thin crack, it was pushed back by everyone. Even if he has the strength of a thousand pounds, he is invincible with two fists and four hands, and there is no way.

The phone outside had already been called, and someone had brought some heads, put them under the car, and everyone was around the car. Masahiro Miyamoto couldn't get out of the car for a while. The two sides were at a stalemate.

This time, the police were very fast, and within ten minutes they heard the sound of sirens whistling. This time, there were five police cars, each with three or four policemen on board.

Just kidding, my colleague was knocked unconscious, which is a great shame. Today, other policemen have missions, and all those who have nothing to do in the public security bureau have followed.

The police car came to the place of the incident, and the line was lined up, and the police got out of the car one after another. Looking at this situation, I don't know, I think there is a big case.

These police officers have really dealt with it as a big case. More than a dozen people got out of the car, and they set up a position with a tacit understanding, some of them held guns and aimed their guns at the commercial vehicle, and some policemen slowly moved in the direction of the car with guns in both hands.