There are only five or six thousand thugs scattered in this city in Jakarta, and there are nearly 20,000 Chinese at the airport. They are like virgins who have been gang-raped by dozens of big men, with their eyes sluggish and trembling. As long as there is a little movement, they will be frightened and panicked.

Twenty thousand people!

Apart from women and children, aging, sick and disabled, there are at least 8,000 strong men. As long as they can rush out of the airport with one breath, they can attack the crowd and completely wipe out the thugs from three or five outside, instead of letting them set fire, kill, or rape them everywhere.

A group of people who are so numb that they only know how to hold their suitcases tightly and throw away all the garbage that is begging for protection at the airport. They are not Chinese at all! They no longer have the soul of China's nationality, nor do they have the character and integrity of China.

Our group walked out of the airport silently. Outside the Jakarta airport, the taxi lined up in a long row. A black and thin Indonesian indigenous driver came over, but he did not enthusiastically take the suitcase from our hands like some domestic travel magazines wrote. He looked at us suspiciously and asked, "Japanese?"

We who had already put on the translator shook our heads in disgust.

"Is that Korean?"

“Singapore?”

...

"Are you Chinese pigs? My car doesn't carry Chinese pigs!"

"You are half right, we are from China." I stared at him coldly and said in a deep voice: "But we are not pigs! Since you don't want to drive anymore... what's the use of keeping these arms?"

A sound of a wooden stick breaking suddenly came from the driver's body. He lowered his head in confusion, and then he found that his right arm was pinched tightly by a man with murderous intent on his face, showing an unnatural twist. The most violent pain sprinted towards his brain along the pain nerve at a speed of 100 meters per second. Before the shocking howl came out of his mouth, the man stretched out his big hand and grabbed his left arm and twisted it hard, then slashed an iron fist at his straight elbow.

This black and thin native Indonesian person, like a monkey robbing a banana, jumped four feet high. When the person was still in the air, he let out a long roar full of wild breath: "My God, it hurts me so much..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned his eyes and fainted in the air, falling down like a sack full of soil.

Another Indonesian driver who witnessed the entire "murder" process raised his neck and shouted: "Chinese pigs beat people..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Jun, who was still unsatisfied, pounced on him with a ferocious look on his face and punched the Indonesian monkey in the mouth, and knocked down his twelve teeth with just one punch.

Zhao Jun reached out to grab the Indonesian driver's hair, and turned his eyes to see a small handcuff in the taxi. He grabbed the handcuff and stuffed it into the other person's mouth, and turned it hard. His teeth, which were bleeding and tears, fell from the Indonesian driver's body, fell from the Indonesian driver's body. Zhao Jun yelled loudly: "I'll fuck you, let you scream again, don't you like perverts and SM? I'll make you feel good enough today!"

The screams of the Indonesian driver attracted everyone's attention. Hundreds of taxi drivers were holding wrenches, and some actually pulled out a machete from under the seats and slowly surrounded us. Zhao Jun reached out and touched the taxi driver's car and found a huge machete. He looked at me and shouted, "Brother, you go first, it's me who is the one who takes action, and they are also me. Don't worry, I will never die in the hands of a group of wild monkeys that have not yet evolved."

Raising the machete in his hand, Zhao Jun's expression suddenly changed. He shouted loudly: "I have never wanted to kill people as much as I do now. Brother, please allow me to be willful in Indonesia. I will find a way to go home by myself!"

I stared at the machete in Zhao Jun's hand, and there was still a trace of blood on it. I didn't need to think about where the blood came from. On the handle of the machete, a layer of cloth strips of unknown color was woven. Now these cloth strips all appeared gloomy purple-red. We professional soldiers who killed people on the battlefield knew that it was the color of drying blood. Moreover, its color was so heavy and deep, at least several layers of blood were constantly drying up on it.

I nodded slightly and whispered: "Lao Jiu, you and Lao Ba act together. Remember to go back alive with a lot of them!"

Cheng Yuanxia showed a panic expression on his face, raised his hands to the top of his head, and while crying, begging for mercy to the Indonesian drivers. There was a burst of laughter among the Indonesian monkeys, and dozens of people stretched out their right middle fingers to Cheng Yuanxia and made the most vulgar movements. Seeing that Cheng Yuanxia had already walked to his side, an Indonesian driver holding a triangular sting flew up and kicked Cheng Yuanxia.

The Chinese pig with a flinched face suddenly disappeared!

His foot was pinched hard by a strong hand, and a terrible pressure followed the most sensitive acupoints in the human body in his ankle, stabbing his painful nerves. The sensation of paralysis instantly surged throughout his body. Then a big foot wearing landing boots kicked him hard onto his crotch. Cheng Yuanxia roared wildly: "This is for the Chinese woman you raped!"

"Ao..."

The driver threw away the Sanling military spear, covered his lower abdomen and rolled on the ground with all his might. Cheng Yuanxia picked up the military spear, nailed his right leg to the floor with one knife, and said grimly: "This is a child who was killed by you!"

Zhao Jun raised his foot and stepped down hard. With a "trumpet", the right knee of the taxi driver with his double-fold hands was kicked to pieces by him again. Zhao Jun looked at the driver around him squintedly and sneered: "We Chinese will do the same!"

The Indonesian drivers around were shocked. They were used to seeing those timid and frightened Chinese people, and they also saw the Chinese people who came to Jakarta to bully and insult them. However, they had never seen such a madman who exuded an astonishing murderous aura, who was ready to launch the most violent charge at any time with two against hundreds.

In this world, who can be more crazy than professional soldiers who have just come down from the battlefield, who can be more crazier than Fu Yinxue's brothers, and who can be more cruel than the Chinese who are completely angry?!

I didn't look back and took Liu Kangnan, Yang Qing, and Mika Oshima away. None of the taxi drivers dared to stop him.

Slowly walked to the city of Jakarta, where the riots continued, and groups of thugs wearing red scarves and holding iron sticks were seen everywhere. Military vehicles came and went, seemingly maintaining public order, but the soldiers in the car ignored the thugs who smashed and robbed in Chinese shops. Some soldiers even raised their hands to the thugs who were robbing convenience stores. The thugs ran up and piled up a few bottles of red wine to the cigarettes onto the military car. Then the two sides looked at each other and smiled and went their separate ways.

Some robbed Chinese people finally rose up to resist as they watched the woman be pushed to the table. They picked up softball bats and tennis rackets to attack the thugs. They kept falling under machetes and chains. At this time, the Indonesian government's military vehicles finally arrived like angels.

Indonesian soldiers protected and forced the resistance Chinese, but they "unintentionally" revealed the female Chinese who covered her face with broken clothes to cover her face and cried. When she heard the sound of the car starting, she finally found something was wrong, and Indonesian monkeys were already standing around. She screamed in panic, and the Chinese on the military car also patted the carriage and shouted, but what the Indonesian soldiers answered was a butt!

Without seeing it with my own eyes, I really can't believe that there are such things in this world, such governments and soldiers!

Although they are Chinese and have the blood of the dragon clan, after a long period of time, most of them no longer know how to speak Chinese or write Chinese characters. Their lives and thoughts have been completely integrated into Indonesian society. They are also Indonesian children and Indonesian citizens!

I stared at the automatic rifles on the Indonesian soldiers and stuffed a thick stack of US dollars into Liu Kangnan's hands. "The eighth and the nineh are both too impulsive in nature. I really can't rest assured. Third, you are calm when you encounter problems. With your resourcefulness, you should be able to cope with the current situation. Find some weapons to protect them secretly. After getting rid of the trouble, go to the Shura Legion Liaison Office in Chinatown to meet. If it really doesn't work, try to smuggle back to China by yourself!"

I patted Liu Kangnan on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Please!"

Liu Liangnan nodded vigorously, and I lowered my voice and said, "Your first task here is to survive. Don't have any scruples, and don't worry about the bullshit diplomatic pressure and public opinion. When the sky falls, I will take it first! Just pretend that we will perform a preview of pirates robbing the beach Tonglu first!"

My words are tantamount to issuing an unlimited killing order to Liu Kangnan.
Chapter completed!