Crossing North Korea, I became a US soldier, and my opponent was my grandfather.

Seeing a perfect ending, Sanchuan was relieved.

At this moment, a Japanese man named Saijo who came with him suddenly jumped out, pointed at Qiao Youzhi, and roared angrily:

"Captain George, we have been defeated in the war, but we are not your slaves. We can work like cows and horses, but we must also have dignity."

Before he could finish, Sanchuan slapped him: "Baka, shut up, you have no right to speak here."

Qiao Youzhi stopped Sanchuan: "Let him finish."

Sanchuan bowed and apologized: "Sir, he was drunk and offended you."

"Let him finish." Qiao Youzhi repeated the previous sentence.

Sanchuan felt a suffocating pressure.

Saijo was not polite: "This matter is obviously the responsibility of the Han people. You know what the supervisor you sent out does every day."

"The supervisor I sent out was responsible. He has already taken responsibility and fired a gun to apologize. How are you going to apologize? Are you going to commit seppuku? I respect your honor."

When they heard about seppuku, no one dared to say a word.

Qiao Youzhi walked up to Xijo and touched his waist, and found a bayonet.

The Japanese were frightened: Why did Saijo, this devil, hide a bayonet!

Qiao Youzhi pulled out his bayonet, flashing with a cold light: "Your nation's former pride, use it to commit seppuku." He threw the bayonet on the table and returned to his seat and sat down: "Who goes first?"

Sanchuan's mind went blank. He really wanted to strangle Saijo to death. I saw that the mission was completed, and you came out to disrupt it. Are you sent by Shibuya family? Shibuya is the biggest competitor of Sanling family. People in the United States hope that Sanling family will die.

Qiao Youzhi suddenly thought of something: "Oh, right, you still need an kaishakunin, who will be the kaishakunin? Oh, what do you have, what can you use to be the kaishakunin?"

Qiao Youzhi picked up a chair, threw off one of its legs, and handed it to a Japanese man who looked very strong: "You are more suitable for the role of kaishakunin, let's get started!"

Xijo knew he was doomed, so he took the bayonet and knelt on the ground, facing Qiao Youzhi. Qiao Youzhi quickly stopped him and pointed in another direction: "Your Majesty is over there."

Saijo changed direction and stabbed the bayonet into the flesh, causing the Japanese present to shudder.

Saijo grimaced in pain as the leg of the kaishakunin's chair fell on his head. His eyes went dark and he fell to the ground. The kaishakunin hit him twice and Saijo died completely.

The trouble was gone, Sanchuan breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to talk about what they had just discussed.

Qiao Youzhi refused: "Please go back."

Sanchuan wanted to say something, but Qiao Youzhi left.

Sanchuan was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He kicked Nishijo's body on the ground twice, then went back, holding his chest.

In the afternoon, Japanese managers involved in the production of medical products were sent to the US military camp and detained together with workers such as Nakamoto who arrived yesterday.

The leader of this group was Nomura. As soon as he came in, he smelled a pungent smell. Nomura cursed: "Assholes, what are you doing here!"

Workers like Nakamoto can't afford to offend them.

During the war, they were officers of varying ranks, in charge of people like Nakamoto. After the war, they entered the factory and became managers, still in a high position.

Nomura saw that Nakamoto's pants were wet and slapped him on the spot: "Baka, what happened?"

Nakamoto stood at attention and called out, "Major."

American officer Roy happened to see it and came over to ask, "Why did you hit him?"

Before Nomura could say anything, Nakamoto replied, "This is the Major's concern."

Roy ordered Nakamoto: "You should also take care of him."

Nomura stared at Nakamoto fiercely, meaning, you dare!

Roy took out a pistol and pointed it at Nakamoto's head: "Take care of him, or I will use the pistol to take care of you."

Nakamoto lowered his head and didn't move, waiting for the bullet to blow his head off.

Roy felt a chill in his heart: the Japanese were so obedient to their former superiors that they would rather be beaten to death than resist them. If one day, a Japanese officer ordered them to fire at us, they would definitely not hesitate.

After waiting for a while, Nakamoto raised his head when he saw that the American soldiers did not fire.

Roy chuckled and pointed the gun at Nomura: "If you don't care about him, I will shoot him to death." Then he pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet.

Nakamoto was dumbfounded.

Nomura winked at Nakamoto, who was in a dilemma and hesitated to take any action.

Roy pulled the trigger.

Nomura was terrified, his voice trembling, and he ordered Nakamoto: "Hit me, hit me, this is an order."

Nakamoto remained indifferent, and Nomura became very anxious and begged, "Nakamoto-kun, please."

Seeing that Roy had no intention of giving up, Nakamoto slapped Nomura in the face.

Nomura immediately stood up straight and shouted loudly: Hi.

Roy took his finger off the trigger and said to Nakamoto, "Your care is not strong enough. Not as strong as his care for you. You care for him with all your strength."

Nomura begged Nakamoto: "Hurry up, take good care of me."

Nakamoto increased his strength and slapped Nomura so hard that Nomura's teeth flew out.

Roy put away his gun and left.

The Japanese manager who had just come in no longer had any feeling of being superior. He completely lost his previous arrogance and found a clean place to sit down.

Nomura and others sneered at Nakamoto's urinating in public, but as time went on, they could no longer hold it back.

Nomura called out respectfully, "Nakamoto-kun."

Nakamoto was flattered and trotted over: "Major Nomura, please give me your orders."

"where is the bathroom?"

Nakamoto said hurriedly: "There is no toilet."

Nomura understood why these people urinated in the corner. He gritted his teeth and endured it. It was a bit embarrassing to go to the corner.

After more than an hour of hard work, the group of managers could no longer hold back. Nomura stood up first, and instead of going to the corner, he knocked on the gate of the barracks.

Roy asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

"Sir, toilet, we want to use the toilet." Nomura said humbly.

Roy glanced at the corner of the barracks: "Isn't that possible?"

"Sir, we are well-known people, how can we do this?"

Roy pulled out his pistol, pointed it at Nomura's crotch and shot him. The bullet went between his legs, hit the ground, and burst onto the roof of the barracks.

Nomura also peed and walked back with wet pants.

The rest rushed to the corner and came back dejected.

Nomura shed tears: "Retribution, retribution."

After a while, someone spoke:

"What we did back then was even worse than what the Americans are doing to us today. They just imprisoned us, but we couldn't stand it. Think about the group tribes we established in Northeast China and imprisoned the people. They suffered much more than we did."

Former officer Gu Shan said: "It was indeed retribution. Once when we were escorting prisoners, a prisoner walked out of the team and urinated on the side of the road. I shot him. Many prisoners did not dare to urinate anymore, and many urinated their pants."

Nomura was dissatisfied: "Gu Shan, did you deliberately say that I peed my pants?"

Gu Shan shook his head: "How could it be, it was just a coincidence."

"Baka!" Nomura was furious: "I've disliked you for a long time." He punched Gushan on the head.

Gu Shan was not polite and immediately retaliated.

Those who were imprisoned were in a bad mood, and many of them joined the battle to vent their emotions.

Nakamoto and other former servants sat there watching the fun.

When the American soldiers heard the noise, they fired a volley of bullets at the roof.

The Japanese stopped, but still refused to accept the defeat.

The American soldier did not leave, waiting for Roy to answer the phone.

A few minutes later, Roy ran in and shouted to Nomura, "Follow me."

Nakamoto and others were stunned: It had to be someone who knew the people above, and was released after just peeing.