Siheyuan, don't yell at me

It didn't take long for the good reputation of the War Criminals BBQ Restaurant to spread to all levels of the US military.

Even some colonel-level officers often visit here and have become accustomed to it.

At around 8 o'clock that evening, a group of American military police suddenly rushed in, quickly cleared the area, and drove out the American officers who were eating meat and drinking inside.

Those usually arrogant and domineering American mid-level officers, when they saw the military police, didn't even dare to fart and could only slip away in disgrace.

Only a very few people, under the influence of alcohol, dared to say a few harsh words.

But in the blink of an eye, they were severely beaten by the gendarmes and dragged out like dead dogs.

The military police chief shouted to He Daqing in English:

"Boss, clean up quickly, a distinguished guest will be arriving soon!"

He Daqing looked unhappy after hearing this and started to complain muttering to himself.

“Honorable?

How noble can it be?

Is she more honorable than the Queen of England?"

Although he was very reluctant, He Daqing still started to clean up the leftovers on the table.

The gendarmerie chief glanced at He Daqing coldly and did not respond to him, but kept urging him to hurry up.

Ten minutes later, He Daqing had just cleaned up the place.

The so-called big shot, surrounded by many high-ranking generals like the moon surrounded by stars, walked slowly into the war criminals barbecue restaurant.

This important figure had gray hair, a wrinkled face, and looked very old.

Next to him was Dolan, the supreme commander of Yokota Military Base, who was shouting at He Daqing:

"Boss Tony!

This person is very impressive. He is the legendary figure of our Pacific Command - Mr. MacArthur.

You must be fully prepared to entertain this banquet tonight!"

He Daqing's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart:

Wow, this is a really big fish!

He had been planning to find an opportunity to kidnap Dolan, the supreme commander of Yokota Military Base, but now, he had such an unexpected surprise.

As for why MacArthur suddenly appeared here, He Daqing had no time to care about it. At this moment, he had already made up his mind to take advantage of this opportunity to do something big.

So, with a flattering smile on his face, he hurriedly greeted the other party:

“Mr. Douglas MacArthur?

Could it be the legendary commander who created countless miracles on the Korean battlefield - Mr. MacArthur?

Oh my God, is it really Mr. MacArthur?

Sir, I am so excited and thrilled to meet you.

My name is Tony, and it's my honor to serve you, sir!"

MacArthur was obviously very pleased with He Daqing's flattering words, and he raised his chin slightly.

He gave a haughty smile and nodded slightly as a response to the other party's greeting.

Commander Dolan, who was standing by, immediately opened his mouth and gave the order:

"Boss Tony!

Hurry up and don’t keep our distinguished Mr. MacArthur waiting too long!

Remember, no messy stuff, we want a complete war criminal barbecue."

He Daqing nodded quickly and said he would prepare according to the requirements.

Isn't it just a complete barbecue of Class A war criminals?

Master He Daqing is very professional.

After Commander Dolan finished his instructions, He Daqing turned around and went back to the kitchen.

He quietly opened the space he carried with him, and then threw out the tied-up and miserable Emperor Hirohito from it.

At this moment, the once all-mighty Emperor has long lost his former majesty.

After experiencing long-term mental torture and physical destruction, he became crazy and insane.

However, He Daqing didn't care about these.

Because in his eyes, Hirohito, this waste, still has great value.

Emperor Showa was rinsed clean, a long dining cart was thrown on it, and Emperor Showa was fixed with nails.

He Daqing pushed the screaming Emperor Showa and slowly walked out of the kitchen.

Dolan was looking forward to it with great joy, but when he saw clearly that what He Daqing pushed out was actually a skinny old man.

The smile on his face immediately disappeared without a trace, replaced by a look of displeasure.

MacArthur's face also changed drastically, and his originally relaxed and happy expression instantly turned gloomy.

Dolan yelled angrily:

"Tony, what the hell are you doing?

What we need is a fresh and tender girl!

Why do you bring out this wizened old man? "

He Daqing did not panic in the face of Dolan's rebuke.

Instead, he calmly stretched out his hand, made a pause gesture, and indicated that he had something to say.

He said in a confident and steady voice:

"Dear Mr. MacArthur and Commander Dolan, please don't be so quick to get angry.

This seemingly ordinary and skinny old man actually has an extraordinary identity.

Please take a closer look. Don’t you think he looks very similar to Emperor Showa?

Although his mental state is a little abnormal at the moment, judging from his appearance, he is simply a replica of Emperor Showa!

I dare to assert that, looking around the world, there is probably no other person who looks so much like Emperor Showa.

With the addition of such a special person, this year's War Criminals BBQ will definitely be top-notch, grand, and unrivaled!

Dear gentlemen, don't you want to taste the flavor of Emperor Showa?"

Dolan and MacArthur immediately lost their composure after hearing what He Daqing said. They stood up and carefully observed the skinny old man in the dining car.

The two looked at each other and saw disbelief and a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

Like, so similar!

They had dealt with Emperor Showa more than once.

Except for some differences in mental state, everything else is impeccable!

After meeting MacArthur and Dolan and expressing satisfaction with the ingredients.

He Daqing started to get busy.

A charcoal fire was lit directly under the dining car, which made Emperor Showa scream.

He then took out a knife and cut cuts on Emperor Showa's body one by one so that the spices could be marinated and absorbed more deeply.

A group of American officers listened to Emperor Showa's cries of pain with expressions of enjoyment on their faces, as if they were listening to a beautiful symphony.

Simply put, this is the most important part before a meal for old European aristocrats.

The Americans smelled the aroma of the barbecue, their mouths watering, with greedy looks on their faces.

As He Daqing sprinkled a few handfuls of spices on Emperor Showa, the rich aroma immediately made the Americans let down their reserve.

Especially MacArthur, he doesn't look old at all!

It was just like a vicious dog, it hugged Emperor Showa's torso and started to gnaw on it.