Tonight's Dini Bar, as long as anyone enters, it is not attracted by the splendid Yingying and Yanyan, but by a foreign man who is like a buffalo.
This foreign man is so strong that an average Chinese man can match him. We saw more buffaloes, so we used it as a comparison. His colleagues and colleagues called him a rhino, he was strong enough!
This person is the chief designer of the Southwest Defense Project and the German Simon who was targeted by the spy. This Simon can embody his ingenuity, except for his toilet-like big head. He really doesn't see any other strengths that are different from ordinary people. Alcoholism and lust are his labels.
Now he is holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand and has entered a half-drunk state. Everyone who knows him knows that the program below him is to search for prey. There are no less than ten bars and dance halls in Chongqing for Westerners like him, but he prefers popular entertainment venues with mostly Chinese people. Take his usual boasting words, foreign girls are tired of having fun, and the freshness and tenderness of Chinese women is disgusting enough for him to eat.
In a state of madness, he poured whiskey into his mouth, while spinning his huge body into the pile of Yingyingyanyan. Someone wanted to strike up a conversation, some wanted to strike up a conversation with him, but once they were held in their arms, they were often pushed away by him after a scan of the drunken eyes. In the more than two years of coming to China, the number of Chinese women he played with was uncountable. As time passed, visual fatigue was inevitably developed. The length of the woman was so different that it became a taste.
So he was more drunk, more upset, and yelled from time to time, ah, my dream lover, where are you, why didn't you float into my arms like a fairy
The guests who often come to Dini’s Bar are disgusted and coke when they see Simon. With him, the slightly more beautiful women were afraid to avoid it, and the other men had no fun, and had to take Simon's madness as a snack, so Simon's madness is famous in the main streets of Chongqing.
Simon turned the whole bar around, but he still couldn't find the woman that suits his eyes. He planned to finish drinking the bottle of whiskey in his hand and "shift the battlefield." Suddenly, he felt as if the bar was quiet, almost all the men. All of his eyes turned to the same direction, and the women who were staring at him also shifted their gazes, shining with jealousy and tasteful eyes as if they were about to eat what they saw.
When the door opened, Qiao entered the bar with Yan'er, and entered the sight of everyone in the bar. His handsome pie, Yaner's youthful and beautiful fan, are too flashy, flashing the eyes of men and women in the bar are all crazy, and the word dazzling is born like this.
Those who enter the bar for the first time mostly find a place to stay before they can continue drinking and dancing. Qiao and Yan'er just half-nuggled and stood by the door, with two pairs of sparkling eyes looking for a place to accommodate them.
Before the peak hours of business, there were still a few empty seats in the bar, and Yan'er stretched out her tender lotus root-like delicate arm to point to a seat that was slightly back in.
"It's fine there." Her soft whisper made the man nearby hear that his bones are instantly crisp.
"Okay, that's it." Qiao answered thoughtfully and boldly, Fusheng and Mingzhi first walked over, he and Yan'er followed. Unknowingly, Fusheng and Mingzhi became their followers, at least in the eyes of the beings in the bar.
Going to the coat, asked for some wine and drinks, Yan'er and Qiao Mou leaned on the sofa and began to admire the lives of the people in the bar. After a short break, the two will dance together.
pretty good. Trouble came.
Simon, who was still half-drunk just now, seemed to be sober at this time. His eyes gleaming like beasts were given the fresh and pleasant brilliance of Yan'er who suddenly appeared. The number one beauty he has seen in China for so long.
He straightened his slightly messy clothes and ran to Qiao Mou's table. When he arrived, he ignored the displeased eyes of Qiao and Yan'er, grabbed the bouquet of roses that Yan'er had placed beside him, and "gently" flattered Yaner: "Beautiful lady, I can use it to borrow flowers to offer Buddha. Huh?"
"No!" The three cold words came from Qiao. Simon thought he had heard it wrong, and he didn't know who said it, so he opened his eyes to find the source.
"What are you looking at? This young master is right in front of your eyes." Qiaomou looked at him almost silly.
Simon now fixed his gaze on him, and asked in a daze, "Are you talking to me?"
"Wall, maybe I'm talking to a wall, are you?" Qiao Mou laughed, this foreign bastard is too funny.
"Since you know I am a wall, how dare you talk to me in such a tone?" Simon made an exaggerated gesture, thinking that he was really our Great Wall.
"Sir, I didn't want to talk to someone I'm not interested in. You came to the door to make trouble. Please flash to the side and don't block my young master from enjoying the show." Qiao still said in a leisurely tone.
"I want to dance with this young lady. What's wrong with you? It's too rude. Miss, can you?" Saimon made a seemingly elegant dance invitation to Yan'er, who was slightly flustered.
"No!" Qiao tried hard, and raised Erlang's legs. At this time, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is a gesture of contempt for the other party and a gesture of preparing for provocation.
In the corner of the bar, Zheng Chuanfeng, Chief of Intelligence Section of the Special Second Division of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and Zou Shaohua, Chief of Operations Section, were having a drink.
"Would you like to go over? Where is such a crazy kid!" Zou Shaohua said.
"Wait! I want to see how this kid deals with this foreign buffalo." Zheng Chuanfeng resisted.
"You seem to know him?" Zou Shaohua asked.
"You will know him too, from tonight." Zheng Chuanfeng said slightly.
Here, the relationship between the Chinese boy and the foreign bastard Simon seems to have gone into a fever pitch.
Simon was obviously irritated by Qiao. He slapped Qiao with a fan-like slap, and screamed: "My one is OK, do you want to try it?"
Hooking a finger at him, Qiao Mou said calmly: "Of course you can, otherwise it's a pity that you have paws like pot lids."
No one has ever been so contemptuous, especially a young Chinese boy who is still stinking, and the furious Simon Taishan rushed towards Qiao. Qiao Mou flashed lightly, his right hand picked up Yan'er's small waist and put her aside, one of his left feet had already stepped on the empty buttocks of Simon.
The people in the adjacent seats flashed aside and cheered loudly.
"Good! Enough! To get it!" In addition to caring about the war ahead, public life during the War of Resistance against Japan was perhaps just for fun.
Whether we are a Chinese buffalo or a foreign rhino, we have one of the biggest characteristics of thick skin, not to mention that Qiao did not use much force, Simon turned over to stand up, and fed a right uppercut to Qiao's left rib. .
Obediently long, if this punch is in the pocket, there is no such thing as Qiao's life.
But seeing a certain Qiao crouching back and others thought he was hitting straight, flashed sideways, and stretched out his right foot with a knock, and with a "puff", Simon fell a dog gnawing shit and lay on his four feet into an octopus. .
There was applause and thunderous applause. The Chinese have been bullied enough by Little Japan, and the bastards of the Western countries have followed them and beat him up.
"This kid is nothing more than a clever skill. It will not take a long time." Zou Shaohua released his "Insight."
"Then you find someone to try this Qiao Jin? Without a certain skill, how can you play like this?" Zheng Chuanfengle.
Suddenly, two foreigners with yellow hair and blue eyes furiously attacked Qiao from the left and right, and two pairs of fighting fists slightly smaller than Simon were fed to his left and right ribs.
What a Qiao Mou, stretched his hands and grabbed the two claws, took advantage of the momentum to rise in the air, kicked his feet violently at the two sneakers, and rushed to face Simon who had turned up and shook his left hand. The right fist hit his left eye fiercely, with a muffled "bang", and the blood blossoms. The Chongqing people in the mid-winter season opened their eyes, and Simon's left eye became a new purple peach variety.
As if they had long back eyes, the two Simon’s colleagues behind him both rushed towards him. Qiao turned around sharply and swept the table beside him with one foot. At the same time as the two fat bodies crushed the table, Qiao He stepped forward and grabbed the heads of the two of them, ready to pound them with two watermelons. Suddenly, his arms were stopped. He was about to give the two elbows to press his heart, but he saw that one of them was actually Zheng Chuanfeng, so he closed his arms. He was happy.
"Catch up?"
"Boy, it's enough. Just accept it when you see it. Is it possible that you still want to maimed someone? Go ahead and let the police catch you if you don't withdraw." Zheng Chuanfeng said with a smile.
"Thanks!" Qiao held a fist in a salute, pulled the frightened Yan'er aside, waved a hand to the frightened Fusheng and Mingzhi, and hugged Yaner and walked outside the bar.
The sentient beings in the bar slapped their hands, slapped their hands, and slapped them as farewells.
The second day, only limited to the second day, the entertainment pages of many newspapers in Chongqing used the tune of gloating or making trouble to make headlines about Joe’s beating Simon at Dini’s bar, and the radio station also used a ridiculous tone as a metaphor. When Qiao was hitting Simon, the ants overturned the elephant.
All the words of the report revealed all kinds of joy and bitterness after venting, representing the general public who was deeply ravaged by the Japanese pirates, and at the same time bear the humiliation of Westerners like Simon. However, all relevant reports disappeared the next day, and it is rumored that they received a password from the relevant party, suspected of slandering international friends.
In fact, Simon was sued to the Ministry of National Defense, saying that he was surrounded by a group of gangsters, and the murderer must be captured, otherwise, they would frighten Yunyun.
With regard to foreign tattoos like Simon, the Ministry of National Defense has abandoned them like flesh and bones, fearing that he would be caught by the little Japan and leaking my national defense secrets. Basically, he will be held hostage in China.
Now that the matter was reported, the Ministry of National Defense issued a one-word order: investigation. Give it to the police station.
The chief of the police breathed on the investigation order and checked the police. He didn't let me see it, and he still had to work harder. Of course this was said in the office. A few days later, a paper closing report was submitted with four words: no such person was found.