Chapter 891

Since the loudspeakers downstairs are shouting "classmate", it means that they are regarded as students. At the same time, it also means that this is really just an accidental fire. There is nothing about Yang Xiaobao. As long as someone comes to the rescue, it should not be a problem to escape. Kimura Yokohama and Fujiwara shinhei are laughing in their hearts. These Chinese people are really stupid!

The fire is very hard to endure. The floor of the building is very hot because of the fire on the ground floor. The smoke rises from the window gallery on the sixth floor, and the fire licks to the edge of the roof. The two Japanese agents are like live fish fried and roasted in a pan. They are so smoky and hot that they can hardly breathe and cough. They are in a state of confusion and danger. Most of their hair and eyebrows have been burned.

After more than ten minutes, they couldn't hold on. Finally, the alarm of the fire engine came from the distance. A large fire truck drove downstairs and stretched out the rescue ladder to the roof of the building. Kimura Yokohama and Fujiwara shinhei let go and hid their guns and ammunition in the debris pile on the roof of the building tacit understanding. Two people can deal with 34 people, and they can't use any weapons. Holding them in their hands will cause extra trouble.

Kimura Henggang and Fujiwara Xinping just sat on the fire ladder and fell to the ground, then they were rushed up by several firefighters. They could not help but press them onto two medical stretchers. Then, with a snap, the belt was fastened immediately, and the two were locked firmly, unable to move, enjoying the treatment of first aid for the seriously injured.

If you can't move your hands and feet, you are under the control of others. Kimura Yokohama vaguely felt a little uneasy. He spoke Chinese which was not fluent but much better than his teacher, Hiro Inoue. He politely said, "no... no, I'm not hurt. I don't have to go to the hospital."

"Even if you're not hurt, the hospital will go." A fireman in an orange protective suit took off his mask and showed a bright smiling face that was harmless to people and animals. "Even if you are not injured now, you may be injured later. Mr. Kimura, am I right? "

Suddenly hearing these words, Kimura Yokohama was extremely shocked, especially the other side's sentence "may be injured later", which was even more unkind. Instinctively, he wanted to jump off the stretcher, but his body was so tied that he couldn't move - it was a trap.

"Yang Xiaobao!" Kimura Yokohama raised his head and looked at the face of the Chinese man he was thinking of. Despair and anger came to his heart. He yelled: "you Chinese are cowards who can only play tricks, mice who can only hide in the sewer! A noble warrior always loses to a mean liar

After listening to these words, Yang Xiaobao's expression was like hearing something about coke. He couldn't help laughing

"I may really be a mean liar, but as for you... You say a noble warrior? Don't be so funny, OK? You Japanese people have a lot of criminal records and bad deeds when they are engaged in "three abuses". It's just that your level is so poor that it's not as wide as your old well. The only thing you're better than him is that you can speak Chinese better - to be honest, you'd better do a promising job as a translator. "

Fujiwara's face was like ashes. He knew that today was a complete failure, and he no longer had any expectations in his heart. However, he also intended to admit that he was a traitor, so he simply closed his mouth and said nothing.

However, Kimura Yokohama, who is always deep and calm, can't be as calm as he is. Different from Fujiwara shinhei, who is on a temporary business trip, Yokohama Kimura himself is not only the planner but also the initiator of the operation. For today's opportunity, Kimura Henggang lurked too long and paid too much. One of the deepest frustrations in the world is that you try all your best to break it easily. All the self-esteem and self conceit, as well as the plan, were scornfully trampled to dregs.

Kimura Yokohama's face is like a traffic light, turning from red to white and then green. His teeth are rattling. His eyes are full of anger and malice. He curses like a desperate beast. The Japanese bird language curses people. Its syllables are cadenced, sonorous and powerful, with a strong sense of rhythm.

Yang Xiaobao couldn't understand what he was saying, but he knew he was swearing just by looking at his face and tone. A big mouth from his backhand made his mouth loose. He sneered: "it seems that you not only speak Chinese better than your teacher, but also curse people more quickly than him. Of course, your teeth are much better than his. You didn't even slap him off. "

"Liar! Liar Kimura Henggang changed his Chinese, his spittle was full of blood, and he cursed all the time.

"Liar?" Yang Xiaobao is not angry but smiles. He stares at the unconvinced Kimura Yokohama and says, "don't you think I was setting fire last time, but this time I'm setting fire, which makes you dizzy

Kimura Yokohama was stunned for a moment and stopped swearing. What the other party said was true. What made him most angry and unconvinced was this thing.

Yang Xiaobao laughed and patted Kimura Yokohama on the shoulder friendly: "have you ever rowed? It's scissors, stone, paper. "

Kimura Yokohama nodded.

Yang Xiaobao said faintly: "if I guess correctly, you should never forget the bad time at Sheraton half a year ago. You think you've learned a lesson this time, but I know that if you think you've learned a lesson, it means you haven't learned a lesson - it's the same as rowing: you think I'm going to make a stone, so you're going to make a cloth. But I guess you think I'm good at stones, so I'll turn around and cut your cloth. So you lose and I win

This sounds a little around, but Kimura Yokohama understood: he thought that Yang Xiaobao was a fake this time, but Yang Xiaobao came true. He didn't think he would be crazy enough to set fire to the university dormitory, but he did.

Whether smart or decisive, they are far from being as good as they should be. The anger on Kimura's face suddenly disappeared, and the whole person was as flat as a flat tire.

"... so, stupidity is stupidity. Just admit it. Don't talk about whether you cheat or not." Yang Xiaobao's mouth was filled with a sneering smile, and he squeezed out a remark that was so mean that Kimura Yokohama bumped against the wall: "it's not your fault to be stupid, but if I teach you and don't recognize it, it's your fault."

If his hands and feet had not been fixed by the binding on the stretcher, Kimura Yokohama would have jumped up and gone mad with anger, but now he could only hold his face blue and gasp, even if he wanted to vent his anger. Yang Xiaobao didn't bother to pay attention to him any more. He waved his hand to the two plainclothes firefighters to carry down the two Japanese hapless ghosts.

People are done, the building is still burning, the fire is very big, it is difficult to put out at once. Due to the restriction of terrain and traffic, and the limited space available, only two high-pressure fire engines can support water spraying. The little column of water that is so angry is better than nothing - it can't be saved. Dean Zheng of the school of economics and management looked at the dormitory building which had been burned with torches, and said to himself with a bitter smile: "this... What's this? Where do so many students live? "

Yang Xiaobao very indifferent to insert a: "package a hotel not on the line?"

"You are..." President Zheng turned to look at Yang Xiaobao suspiciously. He just arrived after hearing the news of the fire. He didn't have time to understand the cause of the fire. He just instinctively thought that which damned student made the fire by using electrical appliances indiscriminately - whether the fire broke out in the school dormitory once or twice, it's always the same routine.

"Oh. This fire -- "Yang Xiaobao pointed to the burning dormitory building of the College of economics and management, and then pointed to his nose," I put it. But don't worry, I emptied the dormitories before setting fire. No one was hurt. "

This extremely special self introduction made Dean Zheng's eyes almost roll to the ground. After he was sure that his ears were right, he excitedly yelled at the firemen in orange clothes: "Hello, Hello! There's an arsonist here. Catch him quickly

President Zheng's cry attracted the attention of the firefighters. However, everyone looked at him with a strange look and seemed to say: stop it.

Just at this time, the female counselor of the school of economics and management, that is, Yang Xiaobao, asked her to give the whole hospital a holiday, but was refused. On the contrary, the woman who suggested Yang Xiaobao to the mental hospital, trotted all the way to catch up with her.

The woman suddenly saw Yang Xiaobao at the scene, looked at the boys' dormitory building which was burning like a torch, and President Zheng, who was excitedly pointing at Yang Xiaobao and yelling. She immediately understood that. She could not help shivering all over, and her face was as complicated as a mug stick.