Chinese can be seen everywhere, babbling dialect versions of Mandarin, familiar Lanzhou ramen and Shaxian snacks on the street.

Walking on the street, Zhang Yan's heart gave birth to an inexplicable sense of relief.

"Haggis soup...... Grilled buns! ”

With a strong northwest accent, the shouting sounded, Zhang Yan, Lao Liu, the madman and Sun Bing walked into a small shop of haggis soup.

"Boss, four bowls of haggis soup, more spicy seeds, one bowl without coriander, three bowls of coriander, and eight steamed buns."

"Okay, there are four guests!"

As soon as the madman opened his mouth, it was an authentic northern Shaanxi accent, which surprised Zhang Yan and them.

"What are you seeing? My hometown is from northern Shaanxi. ”

"Can you sing Xintianyou?"

"Why don't you say Qin Yan!"

The four of them sat around the table and laughed.

The shopkeeper standing at the door couldn't help but turn his head and said, "You four babies are all in northern Shaanxi?" ”

"No, we're all from China."

"Hello fellow, hello fellow!"

The shopkeeper seemed to have a lot of emotion, and with a hint of aftertaste in his words, he personally brought four bowls of haggis soup to their table.

"The fellow came to treat me, and everyone let go of eating. You're welcome. ”

Zhang Yan habitually picked up the vinegar and poured it into the bowl, tasted the soup, and said to the boss with a smile: "Boss, if you want to have a treat, you will lose money." The four of us are very good at eating! ”

"Mu things, they are all Chinese, don't be so polite, two bowls of mutton soup are nothing!"

The boss had a simple smile on his face, and Zhang Yan gave him a thumbs up and laughed again.

The five of them were eating and chatting, and the store was not very busy before the meal was served.

A bowl of mutton soup was served, and before the boss could add the soup, two young men wearing jackets walked in at the door of the store.

"Boss, come two bowls of mutton soup and three steamed buns."

"Coming soon!"

The shopkeeper nodded to Zhang Yan and them a little apologetically, turned around and went to clean up the mutton soup.

And Zhang Yan's eyes fell on the two people who entered the room.

One person was wearing a black jacket, and the other was wearing an army green jacket, although the colors were different, it could be seen that they were the same clothes.

Zhang Yan quietly nodded Lao Liu with his foot, and then asked with a quiet smile: "Dude is from Zhejiang?" ”

"Huh?"

"Ah, yes, I'm here for a tour."

"It's a fellow from Zhejiang, look at your camera is so professional!"

"That's it."

The man in the black jacket raised the SLR camera in his hand and shook it disappreciatively, and then placed it on the table.

"Can I take a look at your camera?"

"Huh? I'm sorry, but I don't lend my camera like my wife. ”

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Yan suddenly laughed, and Lao Liu's reply came from his toes, and he was relieved.

"The Hokkien dialect in your hometown sounds like a devil's words, and I heard that the Buddha jumped over the wall and it was delicious. It's a pity that we are poor and have not eaten. ”

"That ......," the man in the black jacket was about to open his mouth when the man in the army green clothes pulled his sleeve, and then he said with a smile: "You are wrong, the Buddha jumping over the wall is from Fujian, not from our Zhejiang." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Yan showed a look of sudden realization, "My brain, I suffered the loss of not going to school." ”

"Hahaha, I'll know later."

The shopkeeper brought the mutton soup to the two of them, and frowned when he listened to the conversation between Zhang Yan and them.

But many years of low-level life have made the boss understand a truth, don't ask if you don't understand things, and it is because of this that he saved his life.

"Boss, have you made our stewed leg of lamb?"

"Huh? I'll go to the back kitchen and take a look, and I guess it's about the same. ”

The boss reacted quickly, shook his legs and ran towards the back kitchen, and there were only six Zhang Yan and the others left in the restaurant.

Seeing the boss leaving, Zhang Yan suddenly asked the man in army green clothes, "Where did the scar on your face come from?" ”

"When I was a child, I accidentally fell off a tree and was scratched by a branch."

"Oh, be safe then."

"yes."

"Do the cherry blossoms in Tokyo still bloom in winter?"

"Of course not!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of the two young men suddenly changed greatly, and their hands suddenly reached into their waists and arms.

"!"

At the same time as the two of them were acting, Lao Liu had already overturned the table and pointed a pistol at the two people with one hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Kill the devil!"

Two gunshots rang out, and the man in the black jacket fell to the seat, and he was shot in the thigh and right wrist, and blood flowed out at once.

"Don't move, take out the things in your waist and arms slowly!"

The boss who was hiding in the back kitchen ran out from behind when he heard the gunshots, still holding a large kitchen knife in his hand, and suddenly stopped when he saw the posture in the house.

"Boss, you hide first, they're little devils!"

"Devils?"

A hint of murderous intent flashed in the boss's eyes, and Sun Bing almost shot him.

The boss cursed a few devils and quietly retreated, while the madman had already run out of the restaurant to find the Pakistani government army.

The two devils took out five pistols from their bodies, all of which were still on the ground.

Zhang Yan still didn't dare to approach them, and still stood aside and waited for the arrival of the Pakistani troops.

"How do you know? I've already dealt with your temptations, huh? ”

"Before we chat, tell us a little bit about yourselves!"

"My name is Tojo Kamikawa, and this is Yamaguchi-kun."

"Tojo Kamikawa, Tojo Kamikawa!"

Zhang Yan pinched his chin and kept repeating the name, as if he wanted to remember the name and the person in front of him.

"Would you like to introduce you as well? I think you should be the fighters of China's elite troops! ”

Everyone's faces remained unchanged, except for a smile on the corner of Zhang Yan's mouth.

"You kamikaze forces do have two hits!"

Hearing this, the faces of Tojo and Yamaguchi finally changed, and their eyes were full of vigilance and hostility.

"What are you talking about? I don't know! ”

"Tojo Kamikawa, I thought you were a smart person, and now I'm disappointed in you!"

"Yaga!"

Yamaguchi suddenly burst into flames and lifted the clothes from his chest with a loud roar.

"Not good!"

"Be careful!"

"Yamaguchi-kun!"

Everyone moved almost at the same time: Tojo Kamikawa yelled and turned and ran towards the door of the store, Lao Liu followed him, and in a panic, shot Yamaguchi twice in the chest.

Sun Bing turned around and ran to the back kitchen, while Zhang Yan dodged and hid behind the food table.

"Boom!"

With an explosion, the neat restaurant was reduced to ruins!

Tables, chairs, benches, and minced meat fell in mid-air, flesh-stained bones fell into the mutton soup pot, and half of the corpse was still twitching on the ground.

The five pistols handed over by the little devil had been blown into scrap metal, and it was a long time before Zhang Yan came out from under the half-cut low wall.