"Woo, woo!" Sirens protruded, and a large crowd of large caps broke into the procession, beating batons and detaining the crowd with ferocity. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh my God, the police dispersed the patriotic movement and detained them at will, did they mean that the president wanted to make peace? Mike, drive slowly, grab some news......" Jimmy was so excited that he didn't hesitate to throw his favorite purple spirit dog aside.

"Thank you, the top level of the Kuomintang is ambiguous, and in the long run, the history of 5,000 years will be rewritten, coward!" Mike vented loudly, extremely dissatisfied with the authorities.

Yangguan's face is red and red in the back seat, shame, anger and incomprehension, the Japanese have driven straight in, but the country is still infighting and extravagant hope for peace talks, what kind of world is this?

How can such an act of suppressing patriots be convincing and beloved as a scum traitor? The regime makes people question that such a country will not be a country!

Yangguan witnessed the whole process of detention, bloodshed was not uncommon, pedestrians fled, the streets were in shambles, and a chill soaked the whole body.

"Hey, Ms. Jimmy, stop shooting, give face, okay? It's hard to explain if it's a big fuss, and you're not willing to confiscate the camera, right? The police captain looked kind.

Lao Chiang counted on the aid of the US empire, and the consequences of cutting off the aid were unimaginable.

"Mike, drive, President Chiang is disappointing, suppressing the Chinese people and interfering with press freedom, I don't understand!" Jimmy explained in relatively blunt Chinese, and was very emotional.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Ms. Jimmy, are you mistaken, we didn't arrest a few people, we let go more, shouldn't we arrest the gangsters? "The captain of the police is right, and he still maintains a pleasant face.

"There are so many nonsense, is it that the streets are full of communists? What if you pinch your nose and bluff your eyes, and don't let the interview take pictures? Mike is fluent in Chinese, pointing fingers and stern retorts.

"Yo, yo, Mike, you're an uncle, aren't you afraid of causing a misunderstanding, I didn't stop the two of you at the beginning, and I already explained everything, right?" The police captain spread his hands.

There is a way to move the mouth above, and break the leg below, only the good is better, and the lower three indiscriminate, for the upper and the lower, in a word, the halo is given, the black pot is bravely carried by the police, and the police captain understands the reason.

Maybe an ordinary policeman is not enough, but a captain must have the ability to be exquisite, otherwise he will be embarrassed to take on a big job, at least countless times more difficult than a high-ranking official.

"The country will not be a country, how can you say the word bandit? It is the right thing to resist external humiliation together, and it is heart-wrenching to fight in the nest! "Yangguan teaches in English, and Mike is happy to be a translator.

"Look, this young master doesn't understand, it's President Jiang's national policy to be inside and outside, politics, I don't understand, several of them are knowledgeable, and they will definitely be able to understand the heavens!" The police captain spoke sharply, and the corners of his eyes showed a cold light.

Yangguan saw it very clearly, the police captain moved with murderous intent, inadvertently aroused anger, and said loudly: "Annei, don't let go of the three eastern provinces without letting go of a shot, where will you betray again?" How is it different from betraying the country in such an act? ”

Mike translated truthfully, and the police captain immediately had green eyes, trembled with anger, and prepared to put the gun several times, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and he was afraid of the two reporters.

It was the morning of July 11, the 26th year of the Republic of China, when the scorching sun was cloudless, a harmonious and ordinary day.

However, Beiping is a noisy artillery fire, countless soldiers are bathed in bloody battlefields, fighting against the enemy with a fearless spirit, blood-stained territory, and still fighting for the country as if they were dead, magnificent!

If Little Japan dies and the heart of China does not die, how can the Chinese people sit idly by? However, the indecisiveness of the ruling authorities and the improper use of personnel have caused internal and external troubles, which is sad!

Yangguan is very clear, along the way heard a lot of rumors, nothing more than the crisis of the war in Beiping, and such news has not been reported, it is not difficult to speculate that the authorities are mixing up the public, the heart of the war of resistance is lacking, and China is in danger!

"Didi!" Mike crossed his shoulders, rolled over and whistled past the accelerator, not wanting to look at the face of the coward's supporter.

A farce curtain, which made Yang's feelings even heavier, as if the sky was about to collapse, pressing his body and mind unable to move, and the future was worrying.

Chiang's dictatorship went his own way, and he lost a single shot to the Northeast, but in the end he completely discharged his responsibilities, and when Japan was caught between the north and the south, he did not forget to clean up the patriots, and his crime should be punished.

Waste national resources in order to ask for aid, but none of the aid is given free of charge, cannons, large sums of money to buy artillery shells, and so on.

Yangguan listened to the teacher's complaints, and it was not until this moment that he realized that Jiang Dictatorship, Jiang Laoben and Jiang Annei deserved their reputations, and gnawing on Lao Ben did not seek to forge ahead, which was really the sorrow of the people.

"Oh, Jackson, you shouldn't be angry, such a regime will fall sooner or later, to hell with him!" Mike vented loudly, not used to watching the fight in the nest.

"Mike, I've warned you many times, journalists don't talk about politics, it's a principle, damn it, do you want to kill me?" Jimmy is extremely dissatisfied, and his identity as a journalist in the chaos of war is quite embarrassing, and if he is not careful, he will invite unwarranted disasters.

"Ok, don't be angry, dear, no one can understand, this is a man's charm, you should be proud of me!" Mike didn't think so, so the little couple began to flirt.

As everyone knows, the authentic Chinese are sitting in the back, how can they be careless if the wall has ears? Invisibly, it has taught Yang a vivid lesson, disaster comes from the mouth, silence is gold, especially in troubled times!

It is said that the foreign car runs fast, saving time and effort, it is really good, however, Yangguan is not happy all the way, the country will not be the country, and the strength is not caught!

The "Squeak...... jeep was dusty all the way, and after several hours it stopped outside a three-story gray-and-white building, kicking up a puff of smoke.

"Hey, bison, look at what you've done, you're all dirty, bastard, don't touch me at night......" Jimmy said more and more explicitly, without any disguise.

"Oh God, dear Jimmy, you can't be so cruel, that's murder, oh beauty, come and save me!" Not to be outdone, Mike is in a state of flux.

"Whoa, boom!" Yang Guan jumped out of the car, raised his hand to a happy couple, and walked towards the luxurious building without looking back.

He wanted to thank him well, but the two of them were unobtrusive, which made him red-faced, although he was sixteen years old, but the first brother was more imaginative, which made it difficult to parry, and he could only escape with the hope of the wind.

"Hey, Jackson, see you later!" Jimmy, realizing what was wrong, turned around and glared at Mike fiercely.

"Bone worship!" Yang Guan reluctantly turned around and beckoned, and then fled quickly, his heart pounding.

"Didi!" The jeep didn't stop, whistling away with the sound of flirting and swearing.

"Whew!" The purple spirit dog shook his head, and the meaning of banter was particularly obvious.

"Hey, even you laugh at me, be careful if you don't have dinner!" Yangguan was extremely embarrassed.

The purple spirit dog was depressed, drooping his little head and sulking, and walked to the courtyard gate and kept knocking with his front paws, but the claw hook was not strong.

"Bang, bang, bang......" Yangguan slammed on the courtyard door, looking forward to your familiar figure appearing, otherwise you will become a street child.

"Who, who, what's the matter with you?" Johansen was puzzled, facing Yangguan as if he was familiar and extremely unfamiliar.

Yang Guan's tense nerves gradually relaxed, smiled knowingly, and said casually: "Your arsenal is exposed, how about borrowing two to play......

"Click, squeak!" Johansen quickly opened the iron gate, stuck out his head and looked left and right, and stopped at great speed: "Damn, go inside and talk, do you want to kill me?" ”

There are too many people who are worried about it, almost all of them are trading in secret, commonly known as the black market, without the guarantee of regular customers, no matter how much money is useless.

Yangguan is an arsenal, if it is heard by outsiders and dies a hundred times, it is undoubtedly blatant blackmail.

"Just kidding, you don't need to be so nervous, right? Beware of the gun, it seems、You are not having a good time? "Yangguan is like a spring breeze, smiling.

Johansen's eyes flashed with cold, and his right hand tried to pull out the Browning on his waist, and he was nervous, which made Yang Guan very uneasy and deliberately reminded.

"Go in, let's have a good talk!" Johansen's tone was cold, and his nervous body gradually improved.

"Oh, happy to be with you, a cup of coffee first, thank you!" Yang Guan swaggered inside, ignoring the devouring eyes behind him.

Yang Guan walked straight into the living room, sat on the sofa with a big sting, and watched Johansen take out Browning without stopping or acting.

"Who are you, tell me honestly, otherwise, die!" Johnson gave an ultimatum, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Yang Guan's forehead.

"Coffee, thank you, oh yes, you didn't have insurance!" The sun does not change color, and deliberately reminds.

"Click!" Johnson opened the safe, his face became even more gloomy, and his murderous intent went further, and said, "Do you guess there are bullets in the chamber of the gun?" ”

Yang Guan raised his eyebrows, smiled without changing the slightest, and said unhurriedly: "Coffee, thank you, the rubber head bullet can't kill people!" ”

"Whew, click!" Johansen put away Browning, although still confused, but began to make coffee, and sent it with a restless heart: "Please! ”

"Thank you!" Yang Guan picked up the coffee and tasted it, not caring about the anxious Johansen at all, and handed over the document after a long time: "Heavy weapon, thank you!" ”

"Oh, cake seller, little shepherd, oh my God, what's going on?" Johansen asked in disbelief.

"Heavy weapon, thank you!" Yang Guan ignored the surprised Johansen.

"The little shepherd is not what it used to be, don't pretend, there is no ...... heavy weapons" Johnson disagreed.