Anti-Japanese War: When I get promoted, the system will explode with soldiers

"Baga...ah..."

A Japanese driver sitting in the driver's seat immediately shouted, but the next second, he was hit on the head with the butt of a gun.

"You have great skills, kid. You beat the man half to death with one shot butt, and he couldn't use the second shot. I give you a reward."

Li Shaoyi happily took out a few dollars from his pocket and threw them to the brother he had just met. The guy acted decisively and without any hesitation. As for the Japanese driver, if we were to use the terms of the 21st century, he would probably have suffered a severe concussion.

"Thank you, Captain."

Zhao Jiasheng happily took the money handed over by Li Shaoyi. It was five dollars. This kid had just graduated from the training ground. Today was his third day at work, and he immediately had five dollars.

"Lei Zi, what's going on? Has this place been converted into a large carriage inn? Who allowed them to park their car here?"

Li Shaoyi pointed at the cars and said.

"Didn't you hear my eldest brother? Who told you to park your car here? Move it away immediately, or don't blame us for being rude."

When Ma Leizi stood up, these Japanese were like children, and his brothers gathered around and looked at them with ill intentions.

"Mr. Li, I'm Otomo Ryoji, the counselor of the Japanese Embassy in Peking. This is my business card. I'm here to ask you something. Today, your soldiers arrested over thirty of our Japanese nationals. I don't know what crime they committed, and where they are now. Please give us an explanation, Mr. Li."

Although it was the first time that Otomo Ryoji dealt with Li Shaoyi, he knew that Li Shaoyi was a hot-tempered guy. If he didn't say what he wanted to say quickly, he might not have another chance later. As for the incident of the driver being beaten just now, this guy simply didn't mention it. He couldn't say such a trivial matter in front of Li Shaoyi.

"Do you have any evidence? Do you have photos that can prove that my people took away those Japanese expatriates?"

Li Shaoyi refilled himself a cigarette. It was obvious that Otomo Ryoji did not expect Li Shaoyi to respond in this way.

When the patrolmen arrested people at that time, they were indeed very quick. Some people saw it, but it was impossible to take a picture. In this day and age, who can carry a camera with them all the time? Even foreigners don't have that.

"We have witnesses..."

"We also have witnesses who prove that our people have never been to your area, let alone arrested anyone."

Otomo Ryoji had heard someone say before that when talking with Li Shaoyi, he must control his emotions. If he couldn't control himself, he would probably be so angry that he vomited blood.

"Mr. Li, it's useless for you to keep making such a fuss about this matter. Many people on the street saw it, including some from your country. These people are very prominent, and they have all agreed to testify to us that it was indeed your men who captured these Japanese expatriates."

Otomo Ryoji took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, trying to keep himself calm, otherwise he would really feel the blood rushing up.

"Is that so? Then I can find a few Japanese who are also very prestigious to testify for me. My people really have never left. You may be hallucinating. There are more than 10,000 patrolmen in the entire Peking. Can you say that it was definitely my people who did it?"

Anyway, Li Shaoyi refuses to admit his mistake. You can either send troops to fight us, but they may not be able to defeat us. If you want to just waste time on verbal battles, we have plenty of them here.

The patrolmen around were watching as if they were watching a big show, watching our captain toy with the Japanese. The Japanese embassy staff who were coming in aggressively were so angry that their faces turned red and the veins on their heads were about to pop out. Judging from the situation, if they continued talking for a while, these people would probably vomit blood.

"Next time you come to ask for someone, remember to find evidence. If you don't have any evidence, who would believe you even if you're just talking nonsense? I think you're just a clerk. Go back and tell your boss what I said. Let him handle anything himself."

Li Shaoyi patted Otomo Ryoji on the shoulder and pretended to adjust his tie as if he was his subordinate. After finishing, Li Shaoyi clapped his hands and left with his men.

"Sir, he must have taken the people away, including our embassy secretary."

Some of his subordinates were also in an uproar, but Otomo Ryoji rolled his eyes at them. When the boss was here just now, none of you guys dared to say much. Now that he has left, you are getting excited. What were you doing before?

Otomo Ryoji stood there and thought again and again, and felt that he should follow Li Shaoyi's advice and go back to report the matter in detail. After all, if the sky falls, there is someone taller to hold it up, so there is no need to take the responsibility of this matter.

"What stinks so bad..."

"It looks like urine."

The Japanese were about to leave when someone had the foresight to pour a basin of liquid down from above.

The third floor was a patrol dormitory. A dozen brothers found a used basin and gave it as a gift to the Japanese.

"Don't mess around."

When Otomo Ryoji saw his men about to draw their guns, he immediately stopped them. Don’t you see where we are? This is the police station at the train station. You’re drawing your gun here. Do you want to live?

A few days ago, people from the Railway Gendarmerie caused trouble here. More than a hundred people lost their heads, and more than a dozen of them are no longer men. If you pull out a gun here, he doesn't care whether you are from the embassy or not. That guy can do anything.

"What? Fight or not? Just tell me straight up. If you want to fight, we'll be here with you. If you don't want to fight, hurry up and leave. If you wait another two or three minutes, it might be a grenade. Our captain has said that if you kill a Japanese in Peking, he will be held responsible."

At this moment, heads popped out of the windows on the third floor, looking happily at the miserable appearance of the Japanese. These people also had weapons in their hands, and the muzzles of the machine guns on both sides were aimed at them.

These patrolmen seemed relaxed and not dangerous, but with just these two machine guns, the Japanese couldn't do anything weird.

"You go take the car behind."

Otomo Ryoji waved his hand and asked his men to get in the car, but his secretary smelled of urine and was immediately kicked into the car behind.

Foreign Minister Hirota's visit is almost over. After he leaves, let's see if you can still smile. Your railway station police station, your Tongzhou...

All dead, dead...

The fishy smell of urine woke Otomo Ryoji from his fantasy.

Damn it, go take a shower when you get back!