newbobooks Chapter 267: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land
Chapter 267: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land
The red-headed Asan in the lead looked at Lu Pingsheng and Wei Miao, stroked his beard with his hand, and a calculating look flashed in his eyes.
Seeing their bad attitude, Lu Pingsheng was unwilling to give in.
"The car hit a tree."
Lu Pingsheng said, rubbing his forehead.
Ah San secretly cursed the Chinese for being cunning. Of course he knew that the car had hit a tree.
"You have damaged the property of the concession and need to be fined!" Ah San waved his baton and spoke curry-flavored English.
Lu Pingsheng pointed at Onozo who was lying on the passenger seat with blood gushing out of his forehead and suggested:
"Should we call an ambulance first?"
Asan glanced at the passenger seat, who had black hair and yellow skin, and sneered. How could such a person be qualified to ride in an ambulance?
"Ambulances are for our great British people to use. You don't deserve them."
"Yeah, you're only worthy of kissing the back of my feet..."
"Hahaha, I think the Chinese are foul-mouthed!"
Lu Pingsheng and Wei Miao looked at each other, feeling quite helpless. If they didn't want to call, then they didn't have to. They could also save money.
It's impossible to get angry over a few words, mainly because I just can't get angry enough.
The Japanese agents chasing behind have already started to complain to the Indians.
"Their car hit three of us, leaving one dead and two injured. They ran away after the hit. You must give our Great R Empire an explanation!"
When Ah San heard that they were Japanese, his contemptuous attitude did not diminish, and he said arrogantly:
"Then you guys should come back to the police station with us."
In their eyes, apart from their master Britain, all other countries are second-rate countries.
Not to mention Japan, even France and the United States are not worthy of their noble eyes.
The agents of the Special High Technology Department were very aggrieved. Just half an hour ago, they received a death order to strictly check the people and vehicles in the hotel and arrest an anti-Japanese element.
According to their original plan, thirty seconds was just enough to check every place in the car where people could hide, without offending these gentlemen.
But I didn't expect to meet such an arrogant and reckless man.
He accelerated without even saying hello, and one of their men died on the spot, with two seriously injured.
More importantly, the car was behaving so abnormally, it was really suspicious. When they caught up with it, this was the result?
Their direct superior, Miss Yukiko, is still being held in the police station.
If she saw them going in, this female devil would treat them like this...
Thinking of this, several old men shuddered together.
When Ah San saw that they were scared, he immediately became even more arrogant, shaking his big beard and shouting:
"Take them all away."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward to arrest the person.
"what!"
Ah San, who was leading the group, felt a pain in his waist and fell to the ground, his mouth just landing on Lu Pingsheng's shoe.
George shook his head, his few golden hairs turning blood red, and then he yelled at Ah San:
"Call an ambulance, you bastard."
When Asan saw that he was hit on the head, he let out a loud roar and swung his baton at the Japanese who were protesting against them.
The Japanese next to them were beaten, and they were so angry that they also stepped forward and threw punches.
Lu Pingsheng looked down at Ah San who was kissing the upper of his shoe.
"Ah!" Asan howled in humiliation.
"Be careful!" Lu Pingsheng shouted in fear.
"Ah!" Asan's head was cracked open by a stone from the Japanese.
Lu Pingsheng reacted super quickly. He stepped back and turned to avoid the blood from spraying on his favorite suit.
At this time, the dumbfounded Indians finally reacted and immediately rushed forward with batons in hand, aiming to kick down the dirty guy who had knocked down their captain.
The three men surrounded him aggressively, without even looking at the bald man in front of them whose face was covered with blood and oil, and stabbed him with a stick.
George's howl resounded through the sky, and a melee began with George's kick.
Lu Pingsheng pushed Wei Miao to the side of the crowd watching the excitement and said:
"Just watch from the sidelines and don't make any trouble."
After Lu Pingsheng finished speaking, without waiting for Wei Miao to react, he picked up the baton on the ground and rushed into the crowd.
Wei Miao watched Lu Pingsheng being punched by the Japanese and kicked by the Indians, and shook his head.
What a weakling!
Wei Miao took the opportunity to walk to the passenger seat, opened the door, and gave the sleeping Ono Soto a strong blow.
"Ah! Baka~"
Ono So's forehead was smashed by the windshield glass, and blood flowed on his face like a spider web.
The howling at this moment was quite terrifying.
"Ono-kun, let's get out of the car quickly, it's going to explode."
Wei Miao was small and not very strong, and pulling Ono Zong out of the car was his limit.
The only Japanese inspector in the International Settlement got out of the car dizzy with a headache. Before he could stand firmly, he was pinned to the ground and beaten by the Special High Technology Bureau agents.
Having accomplished his merit, Wei Miao bent down and picked up a withered yellow sycamore leaf from the ground, wiped the blood off his hands, and huddled in the crowd to watch the excitement.
"Shhhhhh!"
The sharp whistle sounded again, and the patrolman who heard the news hurried over.
The leader turned out to be Wang Sanqiang, whose clothes were a little messy.
"Stop, stop!"
The policeman behind him shouted loudly, but unfortunately the parties who ended up like this were not easy to deal with.
The policeman who called for his assistant was punched and kicked several times in the blink of an eye.
The policemen watching nearby naturally had to come down to help.
Then the fighting group began to grow larger again.
Wang Sanqiang took a deep breath, pointed his gun at the tree and fired three shots.
The gunshot not only caused the crowd watching the excitement to scatter, but also caused all the people fighting to stop, and even a bird's nest on the tree fell down with a loud bang.
"Take them all away!" Wang Sanqiang said viciously.
Xiao Nanjing and his group quickly stepped forward to catch the man.
"Brother Nanjing." In the chaos, Wei Miao pulled the young patrolman's trouser leg.
Little Nanjing heard a familiar voice and looked down to see Wei Miao squatting on the ground.
Seeing blood on her hands and clothes, he was shocked, "A Miao, why are you here? Are you injured?"
Wei Miao asked him to lower his head and whispered something in his ear.
Xiao Nanjing looked in the direction he pointed and saw a bloody bald forehead glowing faintly under the dim street light.
"A Miao, I'd better take you to the hospital." Little Nanjing didn't care who that person was.
Wei Miao said, "I was just watching the show nearby. I wasn't hurt. Brother Lu only took a few punches. He has always eaten and drunk well, so he should be able to take the beating."
Little Nanjing looked at Wei Miao with a complicated expression.
Wei Miao pushed him and said, "Go quickly, don't let anyone get there first."
I watched as little Nanjing ran towards George, helped him up and seemed to be talking to him.
Boss Wei Miao was relieved.
"Brother Wang."
When Wang Sanqiang saw Wei Miao, he was subconsciously stunned for a moment. Wei Miao pointed at the car and gave him a look.
Wang Sanqiang looked at the car and then at Wei Miao. Wei Miao pointed at the front of the car and asked him to look at the license plate.
This guy has been licking George for so long, he must know the license plate number of the leader's eldest son.
Sure enough, when Wang Sanqiang saw the deformed license plate number, his mind was startled.
"Where is Mr. George?" he asked the guard excitedly.
Wei Miao pointed at George, who was wearing tattered clothes and had a cut on his forehead, on the back of little Nanjing.
Wang Sanqiang saw George's iconic bald head and knew without even looking at his face that this person was the director's young master.
"Oh, Mr. George, what happened to you? Ambulance, ambulance!"