"......Ahh

Kazuo Yamamoto howled as he grabbed his right hand with his left hand, as if trying to relieve the pain in his wrist.

His forehead and cheeks were already wet with sweat, and he didn't know if it was tired before, or if it hurt now, or both.

"Yang Yun! Don't kill me! Your father was not killed by me, and his death has nothing to do with me, it was Liu Tao, and it was your father who was killed by him! ”

Seeing Yang Yun walking towards him with a gloomy face, Kazuo Yamamoto couldn't care about the pain in his right wrist anymore, and said with a look of horror.

"Huh! Now that you know you're scared? So what the fuck did you do?

When you set foot on the land of China and your hands are stained with the blood of the Chinese people, you are doomed to death!

Also, I didn't kill you just to avenge my father!

I killed you for the sake of thousands of Chinese people! ”

Afraid!

Kazuo Yamamoto's mind was completely occupied by horror at this moment, because he had already heard from Yang Yun's words that he was determined to kill him.

Revolt!

In an instant, Kazuo Yamamoto thought of resisting, but the thought only flashed through his mind.

Even in his heyday, he was not Yang Yun's opponent at all, not to mention that now one right hand has been abolished.

Beg!

All Kazuo Yamamoto could think of was begging for mercy.

"Yang Yun! As long as you don't kill me, I can give you whatever you want!

Dayang, I still have 50,000 oceans in my hand, and I will put them in the county at the moment, as long as you let me go back, I will immediately give you all these oceans! ”

"Huh? 50,000 oceans? ”

"Yes! Fifty thousand oceans! ”

Seeing the change in the expression on Yang Yun's face, Kazuo Yamamoto was overjoyed and hurriedly responded.

"Huh! Now where are the 50,000 oceans? ”

"In ...... It's in the temporary gendarmerie headquarters arranged by Liu Tao for us! ”

After hesitating for a moment, Kazuo Yamamoto still decided to confess honestly and be lenient.

Although he knew, even if he said it, Yang Yun might not let him go.

But he knew that if he didn't say it, Yang Yun would definitely pull the trigger of the light machine gun in his hand without hesitation.

Therefore, in order to survive, Kazuo Yamamoto can only gamble, even if there is little hope, but he has no choice!

"Hmmm! For your sake, I'll let you die happily! ”

With that, Yang Yun raised the light machine gun in his hand again and aimed the muzzle at Kazuo Yamamoto.

"Yaga! Damn the Chinese people, yours have gone back on your word! ”

Kazuo Yamamoto knew that Yang Yun was ready to do something to him, but he forgot his fear for a while, screamed, and prepared to get up from the ground.

"Click, click, click......"

However, just when Kazuo Yamamoto thought he was dead, he heard a "click" sound.

Is there no bullets?

Kazuo Yamamoto's face actually showed a happy expression for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, but Yang Yun's next sentence made the expression on his face freeze for a moment, and the whole person looked like he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Huh! God won't let you die happily, you can't blame me, who let the gun run out of bullets? ”

After that, Yang Yun turned off the head of the light machine gun in his hand, originally holding the butt of the light machine gun, but now holding the barrel of the light machine gun.

"Your ...... Don't you have a pistol? ”

Seeing Yang Yun's cold face, like a god of death, approaching him step by step, Shenben Yinan screamed again.

Now he has no intention of living, he just wants Yang Yun to give him a happy end.

"It's a waste to hit you with a pistol bullet!"

After that, Yang Yun had already walked to a position that was one meter in front of Kazuo Yamamoto.

Then, with a frightened expression on his face, he raised the light machine gun in his hand high, and then rounded it up, and called directly at Kazuo Yamamoto's head.

"Bang!"

"Oh!"

The butt of the gun smashed on the top of Kazuo Nayamamoto's head, and blood splattered in an instant.

And with the sound of impact, there was also the heart-rending scream of Kazuo Yamamoto.

Kazuo Yamamoto, who had just straightened up, fell to the ground again because of Yang Yun's rifle butt.

The moment he fell, Kazuo Yamamoto's left hand subconsciously let go of his right hand, intending to hold the ground and not let himself be too embarrassed.

"Bang!"

Another rifle butt smashed on Kazuo Yamamoto's body, and this time, Kazuo Yamamoto was completely lying on the ground.

At this moment, Kazuo Yamamoto's left hand seemed to touch something.

"Huh? Is this a pistol that you just dropped on the ground? ”

Kazuo Yamamoto was so overjoyed that he even forgot about the pain in his right wrist and head.

But the next moment, Kazuo Yamamoto grabbed the left hand of Wang Hachi's box and felt that it was pressed by a force of gravity.

Then, a heart-rending pain erupted from the fingers of his left hand and quickly spread throughout his body, converging with the previous pains.

Yang Yun taught Kazuo Yamamoto a lesson, which seemed to be wide open and closed, but he had long developed the habit of maintaining a high degree of vigilance no matter when, where, and in any environment.

Therefore, when Kazuo Yamamoto's left hand just touched the Wang Ba box that he had dropped to the ground, Yang Yun noticed it.

Then, his right foot followed suit.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Yang Yun did not let go of his right foot, which was stepping on Kazuo Yamamoto's left hand, and at the same time, his attacks never stopped and stopped.

Butt after butt smashed into Kazuo Yamamoto's head, almost knocking his brain out.

And I don't know when, Kazuo Yamamoto has stopped screaming, but Yang Yun's attack still hasn't stopped.

"Bang!"

"This time, it's for the people of Yangjia Village who died tragically in your hands!"

"Bang!"

"This time, it's for the Chinese people who have been bullied by you!"

"Bang!"

"This time, it's for my father!"

……

"Click!"

Every time Yang Yun attacked Kazuo Yamamoto, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, he would let out an angry roar, regardless of whether he was dead or not.

"! The quality of counterfeit goods is poor! ”

I don't know how many times he attacked, Yang Yun suddenly felt a light in his hand, it turned out that the light machine gun in his hand was directly broken into two because it couldn't withstand the impact.

At this moment, the barrel of the gun was still in Yang Yun's hand, but the butt part of the gun was thrown out several meters away because of inertia.

"Whew!"

And at this moment, Yang Yun finally stopped and took a breath.

Look at Kazuo Yamamoto lying on the ground, a dog's head has already been smashed into a bloody blur.

If you don't look at his body and limbs, if you just look at his head, you can't tell that he is a human being.

……

(End of chapter)