Wu Yuanpeng's breakfast is always two fritters and a bowl of soy milk, although he has lived in Kunming for several years, he is still not used to taking rice noodles as breakfast, and he always feels hungry after eating, so since a Northeast woman who fled from the border opened a small restaurant in front of his house, he has been eating breakfast here.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Wu Yuanpeng appeared on the street he was in charge of, and the security in Kunming was very good, and a patrol officer like him could sit in the teahouse on the side of the street and drink tea and chat to pass the time, and there was no need to patrol back and forth meticulously. But Wu Yuanpeng never sat on the side of the road smoking, drinking tea and chatting when he was on duty like other patrol policemen, and he always felt unsteady in his heart if he didn't walk in his own district a few times a day.

Today's weather is particularly clear, with no clouds in the blue sky, and the sun shining down from the dry, cool air, making people feel some refreshing heating. The sound of shops opening on both sides of the street and the shouts of the early traders and vendors could be heard from afar, like the crisp chirping of birds in the valley. All kinds of people hurriedly walk on the sidewalk, all kinds of life are shrouded in the refreshing blue sky, and the tall camphor trees stand quietly on both sides of the road, silently watching the world.

Wu Yuanpeng walked slowly along the bluestone-paved sidewalk, greeting acquaintances from time to time. Ten minutes later, he came to an intersection, because the lot he was responsible for was only here, and on the other side of the intersection was Ma Laoliu's district. Wu Yuanpeng stopped, lit a cigarette, and looked at the street in front of him: traffic policemen in police uniforms stood in the middle of the road directing traffic; On one side of the street, a rickshaw driver in a felt hat sits on the ground, and next to him a middle-aged man dressed as a merchant is haggling with another coachman; On the sidewalk in front of him, the cigarette vendor kept selling, and his voice was so fast that even Wu Yuanpeng, who was close at hand, couldn't hear it clearly.

Wu Yuanpeng quickly finished smoking a cigarette, looked up and looked around, turned around and was about to walk back, suddenly, he subconsciously turned his head, only to see that the rickshaw driver in the distance was still continuing to bargain with the merchant, but the cigarette seller had already walked towards the intersection, and the resting rickshaw driver was looking up into the distance, as if he was waiting for someone.

Wu Yuanpeng, who had been in the army for a few days, felt that something was wrong, slowly pulled out the baton with his right hand, and walked towards the vendor casually. At this moment, two jeeps with a black sedan sped up from a distance. The rickshaw driver in the felt hat jumped up, pulled the foreign car to start quickly, and rushed towards the first jeep with his head down. The traffic police on duty hurriedly blew the whistle, but the felt-hat driver continued to rush forward as if he hadn't heard it at all, and with the screeching sound of sudden braking, the jeep in front finally stopped at the moment of knocking down the rickshaw.

The driver of the black sedan slammed the steering wheel, and the car slammed into the sidewalk and finally hit a pillar of a street lamp before stopping. As soon as the screams of pedestrians rang out, the felt-capped driver pulled out a pistol from under the seat of the car and fired several shots into the car, and the bodies of the driver and the soldier in the front row kept shaking with the bullets, and the gushing immediately splashed all over the broken windshield, and finally fell down.

The middle-aged businessman rushed to the window of the car with a agility that was very inappropriate for his age, and shot a submachine gun at the servicemen sitting in the back seat of the car, and the two servicemen were hit by a barrage of bullets before they could draw their pistols. At the same time, the hawker and another rickshaw driver rushed in front of the second car, raised their guns and fired, and the driver and soldier in the front row were immediately shot and fell to the ground, so the two attackers divided left and right, ready to flank the soldiers behind, and two figures also rushed out of a shop on the side of the road, and pounced on the two jeeps like a whirlwind.

Suddenly, the door on the right side of the black sedan jerked outward, striking the merchant so hard that he staggered backwards, and then a figure leaped out and kicked his pistol away with a sharp side kick. Not to be outdone, the assailant stepped forward and stabbed the man who jumped out of the car with a dagger, while the man who kicked off his pistol did not fight him at all, grabbed the door with his right hand, and prepared to pounce on the assailant on the left side of the car.

At this time, the black sedan was already surrounded by the attackers, and the vendor on the left side of the sedan had already aimed his pistol at the foreigner in the black suit in the car, smiling and ready to pull the trigger! "Pounce!" With a thud, the whirling baton struck the peddler's head fiercely, and Bai Huahua's brain splattered red and white. The wild running and slamming made Wu Yuanpeng exhausted, and he held on to the car door and gasped like a cow.

"Fierce son, protect Mr. Strong" The military ** on the other side of the car roared, and flew over like a rain of fists and feet, entangled with the vendor. However, the attackers who kept rushing out from both sides of the street opened fire on the two jeeps, and in just a few shots, the people in black military uniforms on the jeeps were all knocked down by the bullets, and the attackers who had free their hands quickly rushed towards the black cars, and Wu Yuanpeng, who had been protecting the foreigner, saw the figure of the attacker rushing over, and hurriedly shouted at the man who was fighting with the vendors: "Be careful!" ”

The man suddenly fell to his knees, still holding a pistol in his hand, and in just two seconds, seven bullets rushed out of the chamber. Before the felt-hatted coachman behind the vendor could pull the trigger, a bullet struck him in the forehead, and the felt-hatted coachman fell on his back with blood-red eyes. "Papa

It was only then that the shrill sirens sounded, a truck full of soldiers roared from a distance, and the pedestrians around fled the scene, leaving only the man in black, Wu Yuanpeng, the foreigners in the car, and the attackers in the empty intersection. Wu Yuanpeng, fearing that there were attackers lurking around, hurriedly grabbed the foreigner's arm and pulled him out of the car, feeling that the shops on both sides of the street were safer than hiding in a car.

"Don't move him, our people will be here soon, stay in the car" The man in black put on a new magazine for his pistol, and as soon as he finished speaking, bullets were fired from the rooftops on both sides of the street, and the attackers who were hiding behind cover and shooting at the man in black were shot and died, and several of them who were quick to hide were also injured. "Help me protect the people in the car" The man in black threw his Browning to Wu Yuanpeng, pulled out a submachine gun from the vehicle and rushed towards the surviving attackers.

Wu Yuanpeng, who was carrying a pistol, looked towards the rooftops on both sides of the street, and the covering fire of the man in black came from the roof, and it was obvious that there were companions of the man in black on it. It's just that Wu Yuanpeng, who has been carrying Hanyang for a few days, looked at it for a long time, and he didn't find that the companions of the man in black were hiding in the upper place, but the dull gunfire never stopped, and the attacker on the opposite side couldn't raise his head at all because of the bullets. The submachine gun in the hand of the man in black kept spraying bullets, and the attackers were all dead before the truck full of soldiers drove away.

The military police and policemen who arrived in a hurry quickly blocked several nearby streets, and a captain officer stumbled in with a gun and asked anxiously, "Kuroko, are you alright?" ”

The man in black nodded slowly and said, "I'm fine, but more than a dozen of the brothers have died!" Then Tie blushed and said, "I guess these bastards who attacked us should be Little Japan, if it weren't for the help of the fierce son today, Strong and I would be here."

The captain said silently, "It seems that the gentleman's analysis is correct, and the Japanese seem to be determined to deal with us!" The captain pulled out the short knife at his waist and picked open the belt of one of the attackers, pulled his pants down and looked at it, "Dogs are really Japanese, except for these bastards, no one else really wears a crotch cloth" The captain beckoned to the group of black-uniformed men behind him, motioning for them to check on the attackers who had become dead bodies, he wanted to find clues on the attackers.

The man in black handed the submachine gun to the captain, raised his feet and walked towards Wu Yuanpeng, "Brother, thank you very much today, a little heart, take it to get some wine and drink" The man in black took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and stuffed it into Wu Yuanpeng's hand, the expression on his face was self-evident, people didn't want to have anything to do with Wu Yuanpeng at all. Seeing that Wu Yuanpeng pushed the money back, the man in black just smiled slightly, but he didn't get angry, "Brother, it's not that you don't pay attention to being an elder brother, there are too many things here, it's not for you to participate, listen to me, take the money and leave quickly, don't talk about it with others, it's not good for you to talk too much."

Several black-painted jeeps drove over, picking up the man in black and the foreigners in the car, and the corpses were also taken away by them, and Wu Yuanpeng, who was holding a banknote in his hand, silently retreated to the side of the street to look at the gendarmes who were busy cleaning up the traces. Wu Yuanpeng stood in the corner and watched for a while before quietly leaving, went to the Wu family's old shop and made another pot of wine, and then walked leisurely to his home.

"DengdenDengDeng" After Wu Yuanpeng put his beloved pot of azaleas on the windowsill on the second floor for only half an hour, someone knocked on the door of his house, "Come in" Wu Yuanpeng opened the door and greeted lightly, at this time, Wu Yuanpeng did not have the kindness and calmness of the day, with a cold breath all over his body, "Suzuki-kun, didn't I say that I won't let you do it?" ”