EBE Chapter 590: Thunderous Means of No Mercy
Chapter 590: Thunderous Means of No Mercy
Yoshida Shigeru was in the luxurious suite of the Ryugu Hotel, enjoying a delicious snack, when he suddenly received a shocking news - the Fuso Embassy was attacked! The snack in his hand fell to the ground, and his face turned pale instantly. He stood up in a hurry, put on his coat in a hurry, and hurriedly ordered his guards: "Quick, hurry to the embassy!"
Yoshida Shigeru was filled with anxiety and panic. He knew that the embassy at this moment was of great significance to Fuso. It was not only related to the face of the country, but also a sensitive area in the relationship between the two countries. He urged the guards to speed up, but he was full of trepidation.
What he didn't know was that the Fuso embassy had been razed to the ground. In fact, the Fuso embassy had a lot of bad luck. In the previous incident where the Fuso people massacred Chinese expatriates and students, the embassy had been attacked and the main building of the embassy was severely damaged.
Today's three-story main building has been restored and repainted based on the original foundation.
This time, under the leadership of Li Yunlong, the entire Fuso Embassy has been completely reduced to ruins and disappeared in the dust. Yoshida Shigeru had just taken office as Fuso's ambassador to China. The previous ambassador, Yamada, had already found a way to transfer away when the relationship between Fuso and China continued to deteriorate. Poor Yoshida became a replacement.
Yoshida sat in the speeding car, still looking tough on the surface, with his tight mouth and straight back as if declaring his unyielding spirit. However, his heart was like a mess, filled with fear of Hua Guo and Su Zhengyang.
He glanced out the window from time to time, but the rapidly receding street scene could not calm him down.
His hands unconsciously clenched the armrests, his fingers turning slightly white due to the force, showing his inner tension and anxiety. Although his eyes were looking straight ahead, his pupils revealed a kind of panic that was difficult to conceal.
The name "Crazy Su" kept echoing in his mind. He knew that behind this name was not only Su Zhengyang's toughness, but also the strength and invincibility of the Chinese army. At the table of the meeting, he might be able to pretend to be disdainful of China, but in this closed compartment, he could no longer deceive himself.
Yoshida took a deep breath, trying to calm the fear in his heart. He knew he couldn't show weakness, but the deep fear was like a thorn in his side, making him unable to feel at ease.
He kept telling himself to stay calm and be strong, but whenever he thought of Hua Guo and Su Zhengyang, his heart would tremble involuntarily.
Yoshida was both frightened and anxious at the moment. He was afraid that China would really take military measures, and then the Fuso Concession and the embassy where he was would be reduced to dust in an instant. He kept imagining that terrible scene, as if he had seen his own end.
Under such psychological pressure, Yoshida's body began to show some small movements. His brows were furrowed, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, which was a direct reflection of his inner anxiety. His hands rubbed back and forth on the armrests, as if he was looking for a way to relieve his inner pressure. His feet also kept tapping the floor, as if he was looking for an outlet for his anxiety.
Yoshida knew that this state would not help him at all, but he could not control his heart. He could only silently endure the torture of fear and anxiety.
Yoshida's car slowly drove into Fengkou Road. The originally spacious road now seemed unusually depressing. The road ahead was blocked by a roadblock set up by the Chinese army. Several soldiers stood there with guns and live ammunition, forming an insurmountable barrier. Yoshida had an ominous premonition in his heart. He nervously grasped the handrail, and cold sweat on his forehead could not help but slide down.
A young officer in black uniform and with the rank of lieutenant colonel stepped forward with a cold and determined look in his eyes. He raised his hand to signal the convoy to stop. The unquestionable tone in his gesture made Yoshida's heart even heavier.
Yoshida took a deep breath and waved his hand to signal his guard captain to get out of the car to negotiate. The guard captain immediately understood Yoshida's meaning. He got out of the car without hesitation, walked to the officer, took out his ID, and said arrogantly: "I am Yamaguchi, the guard captain of the Fuso Embassy. We have urgent matters to go to the embassy. Please let us pass."
However, the officer did not even glance at the ID card. He sneered, as if he was sneering at the arrogance and conceit of the Japanese. He raised his hand and suddenly slapped the guard captain hard on the cheek.
The force was so great that the captain of the guard was almost unprepared. He turned half a circle on the spot and staggered a few steps before he stood firm. There were sparks in his eyes and the burning pain on his face made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"Baga! You bastard!" Guard Captain Yamaguchi roared angrily, his eyes almost spitting fire. He suddenly reached for his gun holster, intending to draw his gun to resist. However, just as his fingers touched the handle of the gun, a powerful force had already hit him.
The officer suddenly jumped up and kicked Yamaguchi with great force, like thunder. Yamaguchi had no time to react, and was kicked out by the sudden attack, falling heavily on the hard road. His face hit the ground hard, and the pain spread throughout his body like an electric current, making him lose the ability to resist instantly.
This officer was Liu Feihu, a capable general under Li Yunlong.
He looked coldly at Yamaguchi who was lying on the ground, his eyes flashing with contempt and anger. He approached step by step, and heard Yamaguchi's heavy breathing under his feet, but Liu Feihu didn't care. He raised his foot and stepped on Yamaguchi's chest, crushing it hard, as if he wanted to crush this Japanese devil completely.
"Of course I know you are the dirty Japanese devils," Liu Feihu sneered, his voice full of sarcasm and contempt, "I am here just to wait for you. I forgot to tell you that your embassy has been reduced to ruins. It's time for you to go to hell and meet your Amaterasu."
After saying that, Liu Feihu suddenly pulled out his service gun and pointed the black muzzle at Yamaguchi's head. Without any hesitation, he fired three shots in a row. The sound of the gunshots echoed in the night sky, which was particularly harsh.
Yamaguchi twitched a few times during the gunshots, and then lost all movement. His blood stained the road red, mixing with the surrounding dust and gravel, forming a cruel and bloody picture.
Liu Feihu turned around grimly and waved to the soldiers behind him. His voice was as cold as the winter wind: "Go ahead, send these Japanese devils to hell!" There was no emotion in his voice, and every word seemed to be carved from a cold stone tablet.
Following his order, the soldiers acted quickly and orderly without any hesitation. The MG42 squad machine guns in their hands, a weapon known for its high rate of fire and dense firepower, showed its true terror tonight. The moment the trigger was pulled, dense rain of bullets poured out like a violent storm, whistling through the night sky.