"Say, you can sue whatever you want, and you can sue wherever you want."

Li Yunlong said with a gloomy face.

Yuan Lang never formally joined the Eighth Route Army, but only assisted the Eighth Route Army in the form of an adviser to fight against Japan.

The rules of the Eighth Route Army can control others and Yuan Lang.

Even if the black complaint sues Yan'an, he can't do anything to Yuan Lang.

Of course, as long as Yuan Lang screams, Ma Ming wants to sue and dream.

Li Yunlong was just waiting for Yuan Lang's statement.

When Ma Ming waited for the answer he imagined, he became more and more angry and spoke without hesitation, shouting loudly, wishing that everyone in the world could hear it.

"Okay, it turns out that snakes and rats are covering each other in a nest. Not only do I want to sue him, but I also want to sue you. I don't believe that there is no one in this world who can uphold justice."

"Ma Ming, what are you talking about!"

Wang Xia really couldn't stand it anymore. Is this the Ma Ming she knew?

Repay kindness and revenge, and report the black example of the savior.

Such a Ma Ming made her really unfamiliar, but after all, she worked together for a long time. Wang Xia tried to explain and save the current situation.

"District Mayor Wang, there is no need to say much. He sued him as soon as he wants. I didn't do anything wrong and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door."

Yuan Lang didn't want to hear those mixed words. In his eyes, Ma Ming was Zhong Kui jumping into the cessation pit and making trouble to death.

It was like letting him eat a dead fly, which in essence would not pose a threat to him, but would just feel disgusting to death.

If he didn't do anything, he seemed to be scared.

Yuan Lang pushed the door and walked out, and greeted the company commander to bring all the prisoners to the yard.

Although he didn't know what he intended, the company commander did as he did. After a while, all the eight prisoners who were still under investigation were taken to the yard.

The three people in the room followed out. Seeing Yuan Lang's inexplicable behavior, the monk was completely confused.

Yuan Lang asked the company commander on his own: "Which one is the most stubborn and has the least cooperating attitude?"

The company commander pointed at the short fat man standing in the middle and was five meters tall and said:

"That short and fat man is a small team leader.

I heard from others that this guy has something to do with a Japanese businessman and does a lot of things that are harmful to the world.

He knew that we had the policy of preferential treatment of prisoners and had to resist stubbornly."

Yuan Lang went over and walked past the prisoners one by one. Those who saw him, the god of killing, looked down and did not dare to look at him.

Gou Rundi, who was standing at the edge, was even more shaking his legs. He wanted to stuff his head into his stomach, for fear that Yuan Lang would recognize him and take off his body.

But the short and fat man who had just pointed out was lowered when Yuan Lang's eyes swept over, and then he raised his head slightly and glanced at Yuan Lang's back.

It can be seen that this is a more bold guy.

He thought he was doing something very hidden, but Yuan Lang, who had been reminded, stared at him and even noticed this hidden observation.

"I heard that you have some position and are unwilling to cooperate?"

When Yuan Lang stared at him, the short and fat man swallowed his saliva, and still plucked his courage and said, "Sir, I'm already very cooperative. I'll say whatever you ask, and I'll say everything I should say."

The company commander was surprised. Why did this guy get scared when he met Consul Yuan?

He pointed out mercilessly: "This guy's attitude was not so good just now. He was very hard and he kept silent when he asked anything."

"Yeah?"

Yuan Lang glared at his eyes, the short and fat man's legs shook, and the fat on his face trembled. He would be exposed when he lied, so he could only point weakly and admit it.

Haha…haha…

The magpies on the trees in the yard seem so noisy with their inappropriate calls.

Yuan Lang pulled out the box cannon on his waist and raised his hand and shot it, which immediately shut up. The magpie fell to the ground freely.

"Okay, it's a good fight." Li Yunlong exclaimed. With this quick gun, anyone who meets it will be unlucky.

"Yes!"

Yuan Lang turned his head and smiled. When the box cannon was retracted, the muzzle was inadvertently aimed at the short and fat man.

With a bang.

The bullet penetrated the short fat man's chest, and his squinting eyes suddenly opened wide.

Everyone was stunned when they looked at the falling short and fat man.

"Oh, why did this broken gun get fire?"

Yuan Lang said in surprise, then slapped his legs again: "Maybe it has been used for a long time, and the gun has been used, and the parts are worn out very much, so it is easy to get fire."

His explanation sounds fine, but no one will foolishly believe what happened before the gunshot.

A row of prisoners all knelt down, and a few were so scared that they all begged for mercy.

"Master Eighth Master, please spare me!"

"Shut up!"

Yuan Lang shouted, and the prisoner who had just shouted, suddenly stopped talking, and didn't even dare to breathe.

Li Yunlong thought it out and said that this was to kill chickens for monkeys. This trick is good and has some meaning.

He waved and signaled the soldiers to drag the body down. He accidentally injured a prisoner because of a fire from the gun. It was nothing to do.

As the monkey watching the show, Ma Ming was frightened, his hands and feet were shaking, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

The gun went fire?

Burning newspapers in front of the grave... are you coaxing ghosts!

That's an open kill!

If this gun pointed at him and there was a fire, would he have to die in vain?

Ma Ming regretted it in his heart. Why did he get involved in such an unreasonable killing god with impulse?

Now that he is a scholar and meets a soldier, he can't explain it clearly even if he has any reason.

I won't really die at his hands, right?

Looking at Ma Ming's hateful face, Yuan Lang's hand holding the gun was clenched tightly for a while.

He is not a farmer and a farmer in the snake, nor is he Mr. Dongguo and a wolf.

He, Yuan Lang, has never been bullied by others.

I was determined to shoot the fire and beat the annoying guy to death.

But after thinking about it, he still didn't do it.

Kill a prisoner by gunfire. Even if others guess the truth, they will turn a blind eye and pretend that nothing has happened.

Especially Yuan Lang has not really joined the Eighth Route Army, and the Eighth Route Army's discipline does not control him.

But if Ma Ming is killed, it will be breaking the rules and tearing the face apart.

Ma Ming is not worth mentioning, but his identity is different.

No matter what kind of grudges they had before, they were intolerable.

Even if the superiors may pinch their noses for Yuan Lang's huge interests, the harmonious relationship will never exist again.

It's better to destroy the current situation for a bed bug.

Yuan Lang handed the gun to the first company commander and ordered him to turn around and replace him with a new pair of guns.

Li Yunlong nodded and killed the chicken to show the monkey. He couldn't kill the monkey together. Although Li Yunlong had thought about doing that, it was obviously not possible.

In that case, even he can't hold it.

Wang Xia looked unbearable, and she felt that today was really refreshing his views.

My partner who has worked together for a long time actually repaid his grudges and wanted to sue him.

Yuan Lang, who saved her and admired her, was suspected of killing innocent people indiscriminately.

Just because the prisoner was not in good condition, he killed him in the name of fire from the gun.

This is really an excessive amount.

If this person is guilty, he should be judged according to the law, rather than killing him casually.

Yuan Lang is so casual.

"Brother Yuan, what happened? Are you okay?" Xu Ying, who heard the gunshots, looked all over Yuan Lang.

Except for parents, everyone here added together, and the weight in her heart was less than half of Yuan Lang.

"It's okay, you go and have to eat the food you cook later."

Yuan Lang comforted Xu Ying with a gentle smile and watched him return to the house.
To be continued...