The two Japanese stopped at the same time, turned around, and sized up Yang Yifan.
However, the light in the sewers was very dim, and the Japanese were descendants of Chinese people, so there was nothing unusual at a glance.
"Matsuyama, you look exactly like a Chinese person with a shaved beard. As expected of a high-level agent who infiltrated China.”Another Japanese suddenly spoke in broken Chinese," I heard that Matsuyama has been practicing his Chinese so hard for the mission that he almost forgot his Japanese. We really admire your hard work."”
What admiration? I'm a Chinese born of Miao Zheng.
Yang Yifan's right hand that was holding the fruit knife let go. Since the ghost had explained, he nodded.
"Let's go."
The two Japanese turned around and walked forward.
"Moreover, it's much more convenient to go out and carry out missions like this. As long as something goes wrong, we can directly frame China.”The Japanese had a smug look on his face.
"That's right. Back then, when I cut in line in America, spat everywhere, and peed on the street, I shouted that I was Chinese and immediately ran away. Then, Chinese people made the news, hahaha.”
"Too smart."
Shameless!
Yang Yifan cursed in his heart. In the eyes of some people, weren't these devils of high quality? Hmph, in his opinion, creatures like the Japanese should be completely wiped out from this earth.
The two Japanese men were shouting non-stop. Sometimes, they were afraid that Yang Yifan couldn't understand them, so they deliberately spoke some Chinese.
"The Chinese are the same. Isn't the Koreans just setting up a missile system? Is there a need for such a big reaction? They had sent out so many experienced spies and special agents.”
"I guess they're afraid."
Scared?
The corners of Yang Yifan's mouth curled up into a cold smile. If they were afraid, China wouldn't be where it is today. In the war with the Japanese, tens of millions of people died. China had never been afraid. Why would they be afraid of a small missile system now?
It was not fear, but an attitude problem.
The geographical relationship between Korea and China was across the sea. For example, it was like two houses facing each other.
Suddenly, one day, the guy on the other side got a super high-resolution telescope and peeked at your house 24 hours a day.
Do you feel good being peeked at while bathing?
Do you feel good about having your meal stolen?
Then, do you feel good being watched when you poop or pee?
Sleep, pa, being broadcasted live, does it feel good?
Yang Yifan felt that no one would be able to tolerate this.
Not to mention, the guy on the other side didn't want Bi Lian and wanted to pull other people to watch.
Moreover, if he were to endure this, he might just barge into your house tomorrow to beat you up, humiliate you, and take over your wife.
China had endured a lot in the past, but what did it get in return?
Moreover, the ancestors of China had long said that a good horse would be ridden by others, and a good person would be bullied by others. If one blindly tolerated, it would only make those foreigners take an inch and think that they were easy to bully.
Therefore, that stupid missile had to be countered.
Yang Yifan looked at the time of the Super Luck Plunder. There were 39 minutes left. If possible, he really wanted to go to the Singapore golf course. However, what he needed to do now was to escape from the Japanese.
"We're here."
Hearing the voice of the Japanese, Yang Yifan came back to his senses. His entire body tensed up. He knew that he had arrived at the lair of these Japanese agents.
Dong dong dong!
Thump! Thump!
The Japanese in front of them signaled three long and two short. Soon, an iron plate was moved away, and the light of the rouge was cast down.
"Let's go."
The three of them quickly entered a room.
"Thank you for your hard work."
A Japanese wearing a kimono bowed to Yang Yifan and the other two. It was obvious that his status was relatively low and he did not dare to raise his head to look at Yang Yifan and the other two.
"Did the captured Chinese speak?”
"Not yet. Team Leader Yamamoto said to interrogate the two of you after you return.”
"Yes."
The two Japanese nodded.
"Those damned Chinese people are just stubborn.”
"I don't understand why some Chinese people are as weak as dogs, but these guys are as tough as iron.”
Because they were Chinese soldiers.
Yang Yifan sighed in his heart. Those who had never joined the Chinese army would never understand the Chinese soldiers.
"Matsuyama, I heard that you're good at psychology. Come with us.”
"I want to see how tough that guy's mouth is. Hmph.”
Yang Yifan could only grunt. He also wanted to try and see if he could save them. Even if he did not have that mission, he would still do it. He could not just watch as those heroes of China and the nation were tortured to death, right?
Soon, Yang Yifan followed the two Japanese to a small house. Before he entered, he smelled blood.
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