1008: C1008 The Struggle in the Metro

C1008 The Struggle in the Metro

He was currently invisible, so he didn't buy a ticket and just sneaked into the car.

There were many people in the carriage.

Tokyo's underground train was probably one of the busiest and busiest in the world.

During the day, it was crowded almost all the time.

When they entered the car, Zheng Hao saw that there were a lot of Japanese s in the car.

Inside, there were men and women, young and old.

The carriage was bustling with noise and excitement. From time to time, these fellows would sing some of the songs of the military era.

The atmosphere was really warm.

Some of them spoke excitedly in the subway car.

"Japan can no longer tolerate it!"

"We must be prepared to start a new battle!"

Zheng Hao frowned more and more as he heard this.

Zheng Hao could feel the extreme and fervent nature of this part of the population while staying in the underground rail that led to the shrine.

"Eight!" There's a Chinese there! We have to properly humiliate him! " At this time, a guy with a mustache suddenly pointed at a man not far away.

Zheng Hao also looked over and saw a man holding a small five-star red flag on the left side of the coach.

The man was about 30 years old. His face was yellow and his body looked weak.

However, his expression was firm and cold. It was obvious that he was a man of steel.

This person seemed to be sick!

Zheng Hao felt that his compatriot was seriously ill just by looking at him.

A few Japanese s had already surrounded the Chinese.

"Eight!" Are you Chinese? " A guy dressed in the Japanese's military uniform reached out his hand and pushed at the man holding the small red flag.

"Don't push me! Grandfather is from China, what's wrong? " The man said coldly.

He was pushed so hard that he almost fell to the ground.

It was clear how weak his body was.

"Eight!" He was indeed Chinese! Kill him! "

These fanatics were all in a frenzy and wanted to gang up on this man from China.

How could Zheng Hao let him suffer a loss?

With a flash, he appeared in front of his compatriot. He kicked him and sent a Japanese, who was about to punch his compatriot, flying away.

"Aooo!"

This kick of Zheng Hao's used quite a bit of strength.

Japanese was kicked and sent flying, smashing into seven or eight people before finally falling onto the ground.

The seven or eight people who had been smashed down were also bleeding profusely. For a moment, the interior of the carriage was in chaos.

At the same time, Zheng Hao also attacked the Japanese surrounding the Chinese man, knocking them down one by one.

"Crackle!"

All of a sudden, almost everyone in the carriage was knocked over by Zheng Hao, and they all moaned.

The Chinese man was stunned.

He was completely dumbfounded.

He'd never thought that just by standing there and not moving, he'd be beaten to a pulp.

The Japanese s who were about to gang up on him all fell to the ground, screaming in all sorts of shapes and sizes.

It was as if an invisible brute had beaten them up.

"What's your name?" At this moment, a voice sounded in the man's ears.

The man was stunned.

He turned his head and couldn't see anyone.

At this moment, Zheng Hao had already opened the Fate Roulette and heard the man's thoughts.

So his name was Han Maoshen, an overseas Chinese who had been in Japan for more than 10 years.

The reason why Han Mao Sen was holding the small red flag in this train of underground iron that led to the Divine Congregation was because he had severe stomach cancer that had already spread throughout his body and was running out of time.

Han Mao Sen felt that he was already someone on the verge of death, so there was nothing for him to worry about.

This was the main reason why he was holding the small red flag and wanted to fight with the large group of Japanese's hard steel.

So he had a terminal illness.

Zheng Hao shook his head.

"Who?" "Who are you?" Han Mao Sen looked around in surprise and asked.

"Han Maoshen, don't make such a big fuss, I am a good messenger of punishment. Today, when I visited the various islands in Japan, I felt that you are a man of steel, so I wanted to save you. I have a pill for you, take it and eat it!" After you eat it, your illness will be cured. " Zheng Hao whispered in Han Mao Sen's ear, "Open your mouth!"

When Han Mao Sen heard this, he was immediately stunned.

Punishment for evil and good emissaries?

He actually spoke in Chinese?

Did he really meet a deity today?

Han Mao Sen's heart began to beat fiercely.

He quickly opened his mouth.

Zheng Hao threw a pill into Han Mao Sen's mouth as a little reward for him.

Han Mao Sen felt something in his mouth. Just as he was about to taste it, it suddenly melted and turned into a sweet and warm feeling that flowed into his stomach.

Then, a wave of heat began to spread throughout Han Mao Sen's body, causing him to feel an unprecedented sense of comfort.2

This medicine seemed to be really magical.

"Thank you!"

Han Mao Sen couldn't help but cry.

He even thought that he was really going to reach the end of his life. He didn't expect that he would have such a fortuitous encounter today.

"There's no need to be polite, and there's no need to reveal it!" When we get to the next stop, you can get out of the car and leave. " Zheng Hao whispered into Han Mao Sen's ear.

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to your orders." Han Mao Sen said.

At this moment, two police officers hastily ran over.

"What happened here?" A police officer asked as he looked at the floor littered with people dressed in the Japanese's military uniform.

"Mr. Police, we were beaten by that Chinese. We wanted to argue with him, but who would have thought that he actually did something so vicious and overturned so many of us." The man with the small moustache, who was wearing the general's uniform, said to the police.

"You, come with us!" When the police heard the mustache man say this, he immediately said to Han Mao Sen.

"Isn't that right, Mr. Police? Look at my weak and sick appearance, can I hit those people? Are they the ones who have been cursed themselves and punished by the gods? "" . "Han Maoshen said.

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