Chapter 241 A mess

Chapter 241 A mess

Yoshiming shook his body and fell on the hard cement floor, and a stench gushed out of his mouth. The police brothers saw that the boss died, which one would work hard? Killing and arson can naturally be blamed on the dead. A group of policemen pinned their pistols to their waists and fled towards the police headquarters with shields.

After killing You Jiming on Sunday, he jumped up again and dodged away. It's not that Zhou Tian doesn't want to deal with this group of police officers, but because Zhou Tian saw that the street about 40 meters away from the men was full of dark crowds. Some of these men held machetes, some held pistols, and even several brothers held M16 rifles in their hands. A group of people stared at him and quietly waited for the arrival of the policeman.

The day of Zhoutian jumped up. There is pleasure on his face. It's better to let them commit suicide, so as not to say that Chinese people are addicted to killing.

At this time, the policemen lost their heads and had no heads, so they had to run back and escape their lives. There is no momentum. Seeing hundreds of good men with weapons on the street, I had no idea for a moment. Looking behind him, more Japanese people shouted and chased after them with wooden sticks and bricks.

The police men were timid in the face of angry public opinion and violence crazier than them. Hundreds of policemen pulled out their pistols and threw them to the ground, squatted down, put their shields above their heads, and knelt in front of the people.

Countless people surrounded this group of policemen who usually bullied the people, with bricks and wooden sticks, screaming and moaning together. A group of Yamaguchi brothers with weapons on the street corner dodged into the night.

The people who had been bullied countless times beat the policemen happily, and their anger did not subside, but aroused strong dissatisfaction. What about the prestige of such a greedy and death-afraid policeman to ordinary people? Spending our taxes can't protect our safety. Instead, we colluded with the underworld and did all kinds of bad things. Today is the time to settle the general account with you. A 30-year-old Japanese man stood on the roof of a car, pointed to the building that was still full of smoke not far away and shouted, "For the sake of our power, please ask all the patriotic Japanese people to ask Park Shiren for an explanation. Let them give us an

It has been a whole day since the chaos in Tokyo. The originally neat streets are full of car wreckage left after burning, and countless buildings are still smoking. All this made the people angry. If at the beginning of this, some politicians deliberately caused an accident because of their own interests, then now the people of Tokyo City have finally taken to the streets for their homes, and they want to ask the current Prime Minister Park Shiren, who is responsible for the Tokyo tragedy. A good Tokyo has been harmed like this. Who is responsible if it is not your current government?

Countless Tokyo citizens walked out of their homes and gathered on the streets, and the crowds began to gather in the direction of Nagatacho, the Prime Minister's official residence. This is a spontaneous demonstration of the people. The Japanese people are a nation that pays attention to unity, and there are few gatherings and demonstrations. Especially with the economic development of Japan, the life of ordinary people has generally been greatly improved. Under such circumstances, people's concern for politics is getting lower and lower. As long as there are no major problems that seriously affect people's lives, the people's open and secret struggle between politicians is regarded as a boring soap opera. Even in a poll, more than 60% of Japanese do not know who the current prime minister is.

The Prime Minister's official residence Nagatamachi Square is already a sea of people. The Japanese shouted slogans angrily and asked Park Shiren to tell the truth.

In the Prime Minister's official residence. Park Shiren has ordered security guards to drive out all reporters for safety reasons. The female reporter who once held Park Shiren's arm and more than a dozen reporters were pushed out of the official residence. This made the journalists who called themselves the uncrowned king extremely angry. When they saw the angry crowd in front of the door, they were happy. If your Prime Minister doesn't allow interviews, then we will take the people here. Anyway, our Japanese press and public opinion are free. Don't you, Park Shiren, look down on our reporters, and we will build momentum for you.

Dozens of cameras were aimed at the protesting crowd. Several private TV stations began to broadcast live. With the beginning of the live TV broadcast, more people who were looking forward to the truth walked out of their homes, and more and more people gathered in front of the Prime Minister's official residence.

Park Shiren sat on the wide milky leather sofa and watched what happened in the square coldly through the TV screen. Park Shiren has asked the little secretary to call the bosses of the Black Dragon Club and the Dragon Society. At this time, the situation on the street can no longer be solved by several underworld leaders. Park Shiren asked the Black Dragon Society and the Dragon Society and other underworlds to immediately withdraw from Tokyo City.

Park Shiren did not show any tension, because he still had the last trump card, which was the Hongwu of the Priory. As long as the boss can defeat the Chinese masters, solve the Gangbi family, and find out the whereabouts of Gangbi, he can put all the responsibility on Gangbi. Not only will his status as prime minister not waver, but his support rate will increase significantly.

Hongwu, can this self-proclaimed first master of Japan defeat the master of China? Park Shiren chats about cigars and waits for the news with a black face.

The night is getting darker. At the foot of Mount Fuji, a number of black RVs appeared on a road leading to Tokyo City. The car is slow, like a black ghost driving on a wooded road in the quiet mountains. When a large lake area appeared on the right side of the road, Hongwu's face suddenly became cold, and he felt a danger. A danger that only masters can feel.

Hongwu sneered. Through the moonlight, Hongwu saw several figures faintly in a forest next to a square on the other side of the road. That's where the danger comes from. Hongwu whispered: "Stop"

The black RV slowly parked on the edge of the small square.

A wisp of autumn wind blew through the forest, and the branches and leaves made a rustling sound.

After more than 100 people in gray got off the bus and stood all over the square. Hongwura opened the door and stepped out of the car. The gray clothes fluttered slightly. His eyes were sad, looking at the woods beside him.

More than 100 people in gray stood behind Hongwu.

In the forest. The figure shakes. Several shadows flew out. Looking at it again, more than ten people were already standing in front of Hongwu.

Hongwu sneered. Zhou's body showed a black gas, like a hellish ghost. He smiled at more than ten people who were obviously the top masters on the opposite side and said, "The Chinese masters have come out and hurt my people in Japan. This is not the fault of my martial arts people."

I saw an old man in more than 70 years old, dressed in floral trousers, smiling and saying, "It's useless to say anything else. Let's go first. Is it all together or one-to-single?

"This is Master Zhuge of China." Hongwu said to the old man who was about to open his mouth and say, "If you are a guest from afar, please tell Master Zhuge." Behind Hongwu, all the people in gray looked serious. A black gas slowly dispersed from the crowd.

"Don't pretend to be civilized. I know best what you are." Next to the old man Zhuge, a middle-aged strong tiger roared loudly.

"Ha ha" Hongwu said with a smile, "This is the Hu Kuo master known as the king of Northeast China. It's a great honor for Hongwu to meet today."

"Bah" Hu Kuo cursed: "What's worse than animals"

Old Zhuge smiled and said, "Hongwu, look at the group of beasts behind you, let's all stay today." After saying that, without waiting for Hongwu's voice, his body has already jumped up and rushed to Hongwu.

Hongwu was full of black gas and jumped up to meet the old man Zhuge.

Look at the Chinese masters beside the old man Zhuge, they all rushed to the people in gray behind Hongwu like hungry ghosts.

Hongwu black gas protects the body, and the black yin power has reached its peak. Although it is wild in the heart, it does not dare to be careless. Seeing that the old man Zhuge hit the front door with a pair of big palms, he stepped back, raised his palms, and was facing the palms of the old man Zhuge. The two palms will touch, and their bodies will be separated.

The black yin god power of Hongwu is extremely poisonous, and the black gas is extremely poisonous and dies. After seeing the old man Zhuge's palm, Hongwu dodged, but there was no influence at all. I sighed in my heart that a master is a master, which is really extraordinary. Walk under your feet, and then transport the black yin skill to the extreme, waiting for Zhuge to attack.

After the old man Zhuge made a move with Hongwu, his figure dodged. Hey hey, sneer. If it is a beast-like thing, it is actually practicing such evil skills. Today, except for Hongwu, if this guy runs to China in the future, I don't know what evil things will be done. The killing in the body is carried out to a complete battle. Zhou moved without wind. The figure flashed out again, and a pair of tiger fists swept to Hongwu's chest.

Hong Wuma stepped steadily and raised his palms slightly. The black air between the palms is as stone, and the silk is solemn. When the old man Zhuge clapped a pair of big palms, Hongwu raised his palms and was born to match Zhuge's pair of big palms.

What is shocking is that this pair of masters have no sound in their palms. Only between the two pairs of palms, the black gas rushed out, which was several meters high.

Between masters, you can know victory or defeat with one blow. At this time, Hongwu knew that he had lost. Hongwu knows a lot about the Chinese master, and this old man Zhuge practiced a killing decision. Hongwu knew that the killing was determined to reach the eighth floor, and his palm should be a color of gold and stone, just like Zhou Tian, the dull apprentice of the old man Zhuge. And now there is no change in the palm of the old man Zhuge. This only shows that the old man Zhuge has broken through eight floors and reached the nine-level peak of the Avenue.

Hongwu felt a cold air slowly crossing into his body from his palm. The black gas gradually lost its momentum and was hit by the cold air to his chest. Hongwu wanted to take back his palms several times, but the old man Zhuge seemed to have countless suction cups in his palm, which sucked Hongwu's palms to death. A stronger cold air crossed into Hongwu's body.

PS: Ha ha, please have fun.