super hate ring

Chapter 353 Go to Your Grandma's House

The young man opened the black bag, and a pile of documents fell out, covered with a red seal, without a penny. He cursed angrily, threw it on the ground, and sat on the steps of the flowing water while smoking a cigarette while waiting for his companions.

After waiting for a long time, I didn’t see my companions coming to meet me. I felt a little strange. I was about to go out to have a look. Two men came in at the entrance of the alley, one was short and the other was black. , A look is the doer of the office.

The black man behind should be his bodyguard.

The young man didn't take it seriously when he saw the two of them, he just smoked on his own. The short man walked in, glanced at the documents on the ground, and then looked at the young man.

"What are you looking at? It's great to have a nigga with you? Look at it and blow your eyes." The young man was in a bad mood, and he said to the short man angrily. Well, young people are not afraid of anyone in this area.

The little man was not angry at all. He smiled, squatted on the ground to check the documents, took out a mini camera and took pictures one by one on the documents. The young man looked suspiciously, wondering what the little man was doing, but vaguely felt that these documents were It seems not so simple.

"Hey, what the hell are you taking a picture of? This is for me. I want to pay for it." The young man pushed the little man towards him, and pushed the little man to lie on his back. The black man behind him gave a "hum" and was about to step forward. He was stopped by the short man.

The little man casually took out a stack of money and handed it to the young man, who instantly fainted. The stack of money should be several thousand dollars, right?Usually, when touching a mobile phone at a bus stop, it costs only 300 yuan, but if you touch a Nokia, you can’t sell it for 100 yuan. How can these documents be worth so much for taking a photo?
The little man smiled and said to the young man in half-baked Chinese: "My friend, are these documents yours? How about selling them to me? I'll offer 1 yuan."

The little man pulled out his checkbook to write a check.

"[-]?" The young man's eyes lit up. The short man's Chinese is jerky. He is either a Japanese idiot or a person from the Southern Dynasty. These documents have red stamps. They should be documents from government departments. Maybe they are useful to this short man's country.

"2 is too little, I want [-], and I have to withdraw the money first." The young man weighed it, and [-] should be appropriate.

"No problem." The short man readily agreed.

"I have a question."

At this moment, a voice came from the entrance of the alley, it was the man with the briefcase, and Jiang Fan stood behind him with a calm face.

The two walked in from the entrance of the alleyway, and the short man immediately gave the black man a wink. The black man immediately picked up the documents on the ground and held them in his hands.

"Damn it, you're a bastard again, if you meddle in your own business, be careful, I will destroy you."

The young man stood up abruptly, seeing that 2 yuan was about to be obtained, Jiang Fan and the man with the briefcase came in to disrupt the situation, how could he agree, stopped Jiang Fan from going, took out a switchblade from his bag, and flashed it in front of Jiang Fan's eyes .

"The police will be notified later that this person should be sentenced to at least life imprisonment for stealing state secrets." Jiang Fan casually said to the briefcase man next to him. The briefcase man nodded quickly. Stealing state secrets is a felony in China. The sentencing is heavier, and there is almost no day to stand up.

"Steal your mother."

The young man was completely enraged, he raised the switchblade and stabbed Jiang Fan in the heart, Jiang Fan swept it away, the young man flew out in the air, fell to the concrete floor unconscious.

"Add an attack on a government official, and you can be sentenced to death." The last sentence heard by the young man fainted.

The black man's eyebrows twitched behind the short man, secretly startled by Jiang Fan's strength, kicking a person away so lightly, although he could do it himself, he couldn't do it so casually, it seems that Huaxia also has powerful people.

"It turns out that the two are civil servants of the Chinese state. I am disrespectful and disrespectful. Next day I will be a clerk at the embassy in Beijing, Ichiro Koizumi. I am very happy to see you two."

The short man smiled and reached out to Jiang Fan and the man with the briefcase. The man with the briefcase shook it, looked at the documents in the black man's hand and said, "These documents are mine, please return them, please."

"Oh, is it?" Ichiro Koizumi's smile remained unchanged, he glanced at those documents, shook his head and said, "There is no name on them, we got them from that young friend, he said they belonged to him, and I've paid for it too, and now this document is yours."

"Mr. Koizumi, are you kidding? Japan is also a country ruled by law. Does Japan's law stipulate that buyers who buy stolen goods can legally take them for themselves?" said the briefcase man.

"Oh, this doesn't seem right." Koizumi Ichiro looked at his forehead, and then showed a sad face: "But you can't prove that it's stolen goods, otherwise, let's go to the police station and find two media outlets to testify If it proves to be stolen goods, I promise to return it, and apologize to Mr., showing that we are a civilized country, how about it?"

The briefcase man's expression turned embarrassing. If these documents could be made public, it wouldn't be such a hassle, and he also knew what Koizumi Ichiro was doing with these documents. He wanted to make them public. If he really promised him to do notarization , then his goal has been achieved.

"Mr. Koizumi, I have something important to do, I'm afraid I can't go to the notarization, how about this, the police are still outside, let's find a police officer to testify."

Jiang Fan is from the Secret Service. When the police officers come outside, they don't need to check anything to determine that these documents belong to him, and the information pages inside don't need to be made public.

Koizumi Ichiro smiled, picked up the document in the black man's hand, shook his head, and said with a voice: "I think the content above is just some trade lists. As far as I know, this is not a violation of international law for China. It doesn't harm the interests of the Chinese people, so why can't they see the light? Is the Chinese government doing something shameful?"

"Mr. Koizumi, you are from the embassy in Beijing, please watch your words." The briefcase man was angry.

"Hehe, sir, are you going to publish my remarks, so that Japan will be charged with destroying the relationship between the two countries? ... Feel free, I am not afraid of publishing what I said by Koizumi Ichiro, but please, sir, publish these documents together. .”

"You..." The briefcase man was furious, but he was speechless.

"Hahaha, two Chinese civil servants, Koizumi has something to do, let's go first, goodbye."

Koizumi Ichiro was full of ambition, and was about to leave with the black man, when a figure stopped him, it was Jiang Fan.

"What is this gentleman going to do again? Could it be that he thinks my proposal is very good? Then let's go to the media together, let's go to your CCTV. How about I invite some stupid reporter friends by the way?"

"Snapped."

Ichiro Koizumi was slapped on the face suddenly, and the five bloodstains were clear and eye-catching. Both Ichiro Koizumi and the man with the briefcase were stunned. After they could react, the man with the briefcase hurried forward and grabbed Jiang Fan: "Sir, he is a Japanese resident. People from the Beijing embassy, ​​beating him will cause international disputes."

Ichiro Koizumi spit fire in his eyes, and roared at Jiang Fan: "You dare to hit me? I want to tell your leader, I want to sue the International Court of Justice, and I want you to apologize publicly from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of China. No matter who you are, you give me Lo and behold."

Koizumi Ichiro left immediately, pushed Jiang Fan, but did not push.

"Leave, leave the documents behind." Jiang Fan crossed his arms and said calmly.

"So what if I don't keep you?" Koizumi Ichiro's face changed, and he was about to push Jiang Fan away. Jiang Fan kicked out again, kicking Koizumi Ichiro's groin, and Koizumi Ichiro flew up and fell down. Lie on a big horse, documents scattered all over the floor, lower body pain like burning.

"Sir, you can't beat people anymore, no." The man with the briefcase was in a hurry. Beating people in other countries' embassies at will is an extremely serious international dispute, even if it is a matter of course to declare war.

Now China's general tone is to develop the economy. Even if war is not declared, the relationship with Japan will be ruined. The trade volume between the two countries is so large that freezing any exchanges will be detrimental to economic development.

This kind of dispute is the last thing the upper management wants to see, and the consequences for the parties will be very serious. No matter how high Jiang Fan's rank is, he can't do this kind of thing.

"I didn't hit anyone." Jiang Fan bit the last word, and Ichiro Koizumi was so angry that smoke came out of his seven orifices.

"I warn you, if you dare to touch me again, I will..."

"What about you?" Jiang Fan stepped forward and stepped on Koizumi Ichiro's back, and his arched body was finally crushed down again.

"What are you doing in a daze, come on."

Ichiro Koizumi grew mad with hatred towards Jiang Fan, and with a loud roar, the black man immediately rushed towards Jiang Fan, punching Jiang Fan hard with an iron fist the size of a sandbag with the whistling sound of the wind.

Koizumi Ichiro knew that as a bodyguard, if he punched down even a cow, he would be hammered to the ground. He had to let the person in front of him know the price of being rude to him.

"bang"

At the same time as the black man punched, Jiang Fan also punched casually, and the two fists collided with each other. With a "click", Koizumi Ichiro thought that Jiang Fan's hand bones were broken, but he heard the black man screaming.

"lb."

With a kick, the black man rolled towards the wall, hit his head heavily, and passed out.

"It's over, it's over, it's over now, how will it end?"

The man with the briefcase was in a hurry. This incident must have become a big mess. People from the Japanese embassy were beaten and stabbed internationally, which would be very detrimental to China's situation.

The beating of Japanese stupid people can arouse international sympathy. If the content of the document is revealed, and the Japanese embassy was beaten, all countries will believe the Japanese stupid people, which will be even more detrimental to China.

"Savage, too barbaric." Ichiro Koizumi hummed.

"There are too many protests, and you will always be brutal once or twice, little devil, if you don't hand in the documents, if you don't, I will send you to your grandma's house." Jiang Fan took Koizumi Ichiro's feet off his back and put his The head was raised, because the face was on the ground, the nose had collapsed, and the face was bloody.

(End of this chapter)