The dawn light fell, and the streets were filled with golden spots.
Long Zhou opened her eyes and found herself sitting on a bench on the street. The street was very lively with people coming and going. Her gaze extended forward, and she saw a variety of shop signs, such as Xiaoli Clothing Store, Li Xiazi Massage Parlor, Facai Newsletter and so on.
"Why am I here?" Long Zhou's heart was filled with shock and confusion. She clearly remembered that she was in the cell of the Canadian police station, so why did she suddenly arrive in this strange yet familiar place
What made her feel strange was that she didn't know where this place was, but what made her feel familiar was that the people walking on the streets here were all Chinese, and they all spoke the Chinese language she was most familiar with. It was obviously Chinese. of a street.
Her eyes fell on a dilapidated old house. There was a plaque hanging on the low lintel that read "Blind Li Massage Shop". She didn't know why, but she had a strange feeling about that inconspicuous place, but it was a very strange feeling to say it but not be able to say it.
"Please lift your feet." A sanitation lady came to the bench, holding a broom and a homemade garbage bag in her hands.
Long Zhou asked subconsciously: "Auntie, where is this place?"
The sanitation aunt said: "This is Chang'an City."
Long Zhou was stunned on the spot. She was just doubtful just now, but now she is sure. She couldn't imagine how she got from Canada to China.
The sanitation aunt looked at Long Zhou with a strange look, muttered something, and buried her head in sweeping the floor.
"Auntie, can you lend me your mobile phone?" Long Zhou said politely.
"No problem, but hurry up, the phone bill is very expensive." The sanitation aunt took out her elderly phone and handed it to Long Zhou.
Long Zhou dialed a number and took a deep breath before saying, "I'm back..."
at the same time.
Vancouver, Canada.
The night is already very dark, but this city does not want to sleep. There are still tourists lingering in the famous Canada Square. Wandering artists are sitting on the square playing guitars and singing songs. In front of the bar, there are young people drunk alone, shouting and swaying.
An Oriental young man stepped past the wandering performer and walked straight to the flagpole at the end of the square.
The Canadian flag was hung again on the flagpole, and the flag with a leaf fluttered in the night wind.
The Eastern youth came to the flagpole and looked up at the flag fluttering in the night wind. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
There is a pedestrian path behind the flagpole. Across the pedestrian path is a bar with some people drinking.
"Hey, look, isn't that the guy who destroyed the flag?" A young man with tattoos saw the Dongfang youth and shouted this.
More people turned their eyes to the direction of the flagpole, and they all saw the oriental young man standing under the flagpole.
"Fake! It's that guy with small eyes. He dares to insult our national flag. Let's teach him a lesson! Let him know what it means to obey the rules!" A big middle-aged white man stood up angrily and drank it in one gulp. He drank beer in his glass and strode towards the direction of the Eastern youth.
Several people followed him out of the bar. Someone yelled, and everyone in the bar came out. In the blink of an eye, at least dozens of white people rushed towards the flagpole. The scene was like a gang fight scene in a gangster movie, full of murderous intent. .
The oriental young man didn't seem to be aware of the situation behind him, and still looked up at the flag fluttering in the night wind. Suddenly, he grabbed the rope on the flagpole and pulled hard.
Crack!
The rope broke, and the flag that had just been hung fell down again and fell at his feet.
The oriental young man stepped up.
"kill him!"
"Get out!"
There was a sound of cursing and the crowd was furious.
Several young white men rushed forward.
The young man from the East suddenly turned around with a smile on his face: "Whoever is willing to pee on this flag, I will give him one hundred thousand dollars."
The few white young men at the front were stunned for a moment.
This oriental young man is Ning Tao from China.
He rescued Long Zhou from the police station, and this matter was actually over for him. But when he thought about the nature of this matter, there was an unquenchable anger in his heart.
During the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, the eight great powers invaded the land of China, burning, killing, looting, robbing women, robbing money, robbing treasures and cultural relics, robbing mineral land, and robbing everything, just like a group of bloodthirsty beasts.
The Louvre Museum in France still stores more than 30,000 treasures and cultural relics snatched from the Old Summer Palace, and they are blatantly displayed. While claiming to be free and civilized, they turn a blind eye to their own banditry.
As far as this matter is concerned, a Chinese citizen who had no fault of his own was arrested and even blatantly framed. What he did was not justice, and there was no legal basis for the procedure. It was just to suppress someone who threatened their interests. Chinese enterprises.
In the eyes of Western powers, how could China become a powerful country? China should be like the late Manchu Qing Dynasty, they could fight whenever they wanted and rob whenever they wanted. If everyone in this world has a good life, what will they do? Who provides them with cheap labor and resources
If something like this starts, but the initiator is not punished enough, similar things will happen one after another in the future. As the old saying goes, a good man will be bullied by others, and a good horse will be ridden by others. If you do evil but don't pay the corresponding price, those guys will take advantage of it in the future, or even get worse!
So, Ning Tao is back again.
He has only one purpose in coming back, and that is to fight evil with evil!
"Damn, you idiot, you can still come up with 10,000 US dollars? Beat him! Even if we take away all the money from him, the police will not do anything to us." Someone in the crowd said this.
Yeah, why bother making $10,000 by peeing on the flag, beating this guy half to death, and taking away all the money he had? Wouldn't that be more satisfying
The white young man who was the first to rush forward swarmed forward, fighting to greet Ning Tao with his fists and kicks.
Bang bang bang…
The sound of fists and feet colliding with flesh was endless.
Ning Tao only received beatings without fighting back, but no matter how those white youths beat him, he remained standing without any scars on his face or body.
This lasted only a few seconds.
"Have you beaten enough?" Ning Tao's eyes were all black, with a sinister smile on his lips, "If you have beaten enough, it's my turn."
Now it's his old rule, get beaten first, hit others later. No matter what, the rules of Tiandao Medical Center must be followed.
The few white youths who were beating him didn't realize what was about to happen. They all waved their fists and feet to beat the arrogant Oriental youth.
Ning Tao suddenly punched out, and a young white man was immediately sent flying. There was a sound of bones breaking in the night sky, and blood sprayed down like raindrops...
Bang bang bang!
In two or three seconds, several young white men were lying on the ground, with broken legs and broken hands, each one wailing and squirming on the ground.
All this happened so fast that several young white men were thrown to the ground before those behind them could react, and there were dozens of frightened faces.
"Come together!" Someone yelled.
Dozens of people suddenly started up and rushed forward...
Bang bang bang…
His fists and toes fell on Ning Tao like raindrops.
"Have you beaten me enough? If so, it's my turn." Even after being beaten, Ning Tao could still talk with a smile on his face.
Still the same routine.
Bang bang bang…
Dozens of people were all lying in the square.
No, there is another one, the middle-aged white man who encourages others to come along but hides behind himself. He was wearing a suit and had hair wax on his head. He looked like a white-collar professional, and his IQ was much higher than the group of idiots lying on the ground wailing.
The man in the suit turned and ran away.
Ning Tao swayed, grabbed his collar, and dragged him back.
"You... what do you want to do?" The man in the suit's voice trembled as he spoke, and his legs dragging on the ground were also trembling.
Ning Tao said: "You are very smart. You asked others to beat me, and you hid behind yourself. Tell me, how should we resolve the conflict between us?"
"Calm down, you'd better not mess around. This... this is Canada... intentional injury is a felony!" The man in the suit said with a warning in his voice.
Ning Tao said calmly: "I was praising you as a smart person just now, but in the blink of an eye, your fucking head was eaten by a pig? I beat so many people to this, why do I care about beating you one more time?"
The man in the suit's face suddenly lost all color: "You... what do you want... to do?"
Ning Tao pointed to the flag on the ground and said: "Go, pee on that flag, and then I will let you go. If you refuse, I will take off your hands. I wonder if your doctors here can Will I take you back again?"
"No... no..." The man in the suit shook his head vigorously.
"Damn it! Go pee!" Ning Tao roared.
The man in the suit suddenly trembled. Without any hesitation, he got up from the ground, came to the flag that fell on the ground, opened the zipper and peed on the flag, crying while peeing.
A dozen police cars and several Chevrolet Suburbans roared down the road and rushed directly into the square.
A car stopped suddenly, the door opened, and dozens of police officers and a dozen CIA agents rushed out of the car.
"Put your hands up and get down on the ground!" Superintendent Roger, whom he had met once, shouted with a loudspeaker.
Ning Tao raised his hands and then lay on the ground.
More than a dozen CIA agents rushed over. Some pointed guns at his head, while others cut his hands behind his back and put plastic ties on them. Then two CIA agents pulled him up from the ground, put on a black hood, surrounded him and left the square, and finally stuffed her into a Chevrolet Suburban.
Some police officers stayed, and some left with the CIA agents' motorcade.
In the carriage, although Ning Tao's head was covered with a black hood, the people in the carriage were clearly visible in his eyes, like lanterns.
A cold smile appeared on the corner of Ning Tao's mouth.
If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cubs.