Hong Kong Movies: You Hongxingzi, what the hell is the charity king?

Chapter 709 "708" Attack on the Japanese city, a huge fight!

The news that the Chinese were planning to hold a parade could not be concealed, and it eventually reached the ears of the Japanese.

……

Japantown, San Francisco.

Sakura Garden,

"what?"

"Those Chinese people will hold a parade the day after tomorrow?"

"And it passed through our Japantown?"

When Kenjiro Sato heard the news, he was shocked.

Then his face turned dark.

"Bang~~~"

Yet another teacup is in trouble.

"Despicable and sinister Chinese!"

"This must be intentional!"

"Isn't the previous publicity enough? We have tried our best to suppress the news, but this still happens?"

Twisted with anger, he calmed himself down and thought, then began to have a splitting headache.

He knew that the Chinese would take advantage of this opportunity to stir up trouble and create conflicts, which would then lead to bigger news.

If the conflict is too large in scale, it will definitely be on the national news!
By then, more and more Americans and tourists from all over the world will know about this!

How to do?
Restrain the Japanese and avoid conflicts?
difficult!
The Japanese are proud, especially after experiencing the glory of the 80s when they were the second in the world. How could they tolerate such an output that is so intimidating?
"Ling ring ring~~"

At this time, his phone rang.

It was the president of the Japantown Chamber of Commerce in Los Angeles, Kazuo Aso, who called: "Mr. Sato, I received a message that the Chinese will hold a parade the day after tomorrow and will pass through Japantown in Los Angeles. I want to remind you that the same thing may happen in San Francisco."

Sato Kenjiro sighed: "I just received the news too."

Aso Kazuo: "?? You received it too? What a coincidence?"

Sato Kenjiro was also stunned for a moment: "Yes, what a coincidence?"

Both fell silent.

Could it be... that the Chinese deliberately reminded me?
Thinking of this, a fire suddenly burst out from my chest.

Sato Kenjiro: "I heard that Foreign Minister Kono will come here in half a month. I will call the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and tell them the news..."

Aso Kazuo: "Yes, that's right. We should try to get the Ministry of Internal Affairs to put pressure on the United States, and have the embassy put pressure on the city halls of Los Angeles and San Francisco."

But they all knew that the pressure would not be applied so quickly, and it would take at least several days for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to operate and respond.

And the day after tomorrow, the parade will begin.

……

Los Angeles Times,
Editor-in-chief Robert came to the office, drank a cup of coffee, and called eight reporters.

"I just received a message that the day after tomorrow in Los Angeles, at 10 a.m., thousands of Chinese people will walk from Chinatown to Japantown."

“Same thing in San Francisco.”

"Listen," Robert leaned over the table, his tie hanging down on the spread-out map, "The Chinese parade will definitely cause a conflict with the Japanese. The eight of you, divide up your tasks. One person will keep an eye on the parade, one will guard the Japanese city, and one will go to the city hall to take pictures of the police deployment, and the last one will be in charge of the emergency."

"Go to the equipment room this afternoon to pick up the Betacam camera."

Reporter Sam stroked the stubble on his chin: "Editor-in-chief, what if there is no conflict between the two sides?"

Robert suddenly laughed: "Do you know why the Chinese deliberately chose the Japantown route? It's obvious that they are trying to cause trouble."

"Once we start, it will be a sensation across the United States. Tell the typesetting department to reserve half a page for me on the front page the day after tomorrow. If we capture the Japanese taking action..."

"Even if the police push us, we must put the camera in the face of the Japanese!"

...

The same scene happened in Los Angeles, San Francisco, and in media large and small.

They all knew that big news was coming!
……

In a flash, it’s the third day.

It's parade time.

In the early morning, before the sky in San Francisco's Chinatown is fully bright, the lights already illuminate the busy figures.

The young Chinese volunteers held stacks of leaflets in Chinese and English. The leaflets were printed with historical photos of the Nanjing Massacre and had the words "1937-1994, a blood debt that has not been forgotten for 57 years" written in red pen in the corners.

There are also a large number of signs with photos of the tragedy and text.

The marching crowds continued to arrive, and grew larger and larger.

At 9 o'clock, the assembly whistle sounded.

More than 2,000 marchers lined up according to the predetermined queue. It can be seen that each of them was young and middle-aged people with relatively strong physiques. Most of them were men, while women were arranged in the middle.

Among the crowd, Guan Zu, Gong Wei, Chen Guozhong, Tian Yangsheng and others all wore "Superman glasses" and blended into the crowd.

I'm already rubbing my hands with flies.

They have already arranged actions such as stirring up public opinion.

This time, they are only responsible for fighting the Japanese!
In addition, a large number of police officers also came. According to regulations, the police are also required to maintain order on the day of the parade. Of course, they can receive money (bonuses) donated to the police station by the organizers of the parade.

As the time goes,

More and more Chinese people joined the parade.

Guan Zu: “???”

Why are there so many people?

There are no arrangements, so many?

Guan Zu, Gong Wei and others looked at each other in bewilderment. But looking at the people who joined the parade, there were many elderly people and many young people...

Those elderly people may have personally experienced the tragedy of the War of Resistance against Japan, as well as national hatred and family feuds.

There is no doubt that the young people were aroused by the "Nanjing Massacre" to hate Japan, and the blood in their hearts was aroused to join in.

At this moment, everyone is united as one.

By 10 o'clock, amid the hustle and bustle, the number of people had swelled to more than 5000.

The San Francisco Police Department received Li Jie's explanation and sent more police officers to maintain order.

In addition, dozens of media reporters and freelance journalists have rushed here from all over the country.

"The parade begins~~~"

"Remember the Nanjing Massacre and defend the historical truth!"

With loud shouts,

Three modified propaganda vehicles started up slowly, with photos of the Nanjing Massacre spray-painted on the bodies of the vehicles, and the tweeters on the roofs began to play the melody of "Defend the Yellow River".

The parade went from Bush Street, Post Street, Gary Street, Laguna Street...

As we passed by, many San Francisco residents and tourists stopped to watch. At 10:40, we arrived at the east side of Japantown.

The crowd burst into slogans:

“History cannot be tampered with!”

"Face the crime!"

The shouting made the bronze bells on the archway at the entrance of the Japanese city buzz.

……

Japan Town Sakura Hall 2nd Floor

Kenjiro Sato stood at the window, looking at the glaring slogans of the parade below.

His fingers were pinched until they turned white.

Behind him, a dozen wealthy people in Japan City looked livid.

Elsewhere, the karate gym's coach, Ichiro Matsumoto, kicked over a coffee table. "Baka! They're trying to force us to fight!"

The tea splashed onto the calligraphy "May the Military Fortune Last Forever" hanging on the wall, and the ink spread out.

Downstairs street,

Japanese youths have gathered.

They wore T-shirts with the words "Divine Wind" and "Seven Lives to Serve the Country" printed on them, and held metal baseball bats and wooden swords. Some even brought sake bottles from the izakaya and smashed them on the roadside, with sharp glass shards scattered all over the ground.

"Those old guys are afraid of everything and actually asked us to retreat and not to clash with these Chinese!"

"What a disgrace!"

“We are the strongest in Asia!”

"Get these Chinese out!"

"The Imperial Army has never done such a thing! You are slandering us!"

The Japanese youths roared one after another.

At this time, the Chinese parade also cursed at these Japanese devils:
"Executioner! The blood debt of your ancestors can never be washed away!"

"Despicable invaders! Cowards who dare not even acknowledge history!"

"You cold-blooded devil! Are you worthy enough to deny the tragedy of the massacre?!"

"You bastards should go to hell! Are you worthy of the word 'human'?!"

The angry curses made the radical Japanese youths extremely angry.

10 minutes...20 minutes...

at last,

Some radical Japanese youths couldn't help it.

A young Japanese man wearing a T-shirt with the words "Seven Lives to Serve the Country" thrown burning newspapers at the parade.

The fireball drew an arc in the air and hit the windshield of the propaganda vehicle, sending sparks flying.

"Oh!"

A porcelain bottle filled with sake fell from the third floor and exploded at the feet of a Chinese student holding a sign that read "30 innocent souls."

The glass fragments cut his calf and blood instantly soaked his trouser leg.

The fuse has appeared!
Dozens of media reporters captured this scene.

"Kill these Japanese devils!"

In the parade, a strong man rushed forward roaring.

Behind him, dozens of Chinese youths wearing red gloves surged forward like a tide.

Ichiro Matsumoto and his karate students formed a human wall, and the two sides collided with a loud bang under the archway.

Matsumoto slashed at the Chinese who was rushing in front with a knife.

A melee broke out.

“Go~~~~”

"Baga~~~"

A Chinese man in a flowered shirt grabbed a Japanese man's hair and slammed him against a lamppost. The man screamed and grabbed his face with his backhand, leaving bloody marks on his cheekbones with his nails. The two men rolled on the ground, and they either hit each other or punched each other.

The Chinese restaurant chef threw off his leather shoes and threw them at the Japanese youth, which brushed past his ear and hit the wooden door of the pub. The Japanese youth rushed up to hug him around the waist, and they both fell beside the takoyaki cart, and both sides started to fight.

The girl in school uniform was grabbed by the collar by the Japanese woman. She spat in her face and took the opportunity to grab the seaweed rice roll next to her and throw it at her.

A Chinese college student hit a Japanese middle-aged man with his schoolbag. The Japanese uncle waved his fists around in the dark, and then was surrounded and beaten by a group of Chinese people.

Guan Zu, Gong Wei, Chen Guozhong, Tian Yangsheng and others had already quietly rushed into the restaurant.

They beat up the Japanese inside.

Then a smash, smash, smash~~~
Sweeping all the way across the first floor, the second floor, the third floor...

Not enough, rush to other buildings...

bang bang bang~~~
cool!

Soon, Guan Zu broke into the karate hall with a group of Chinese people.

Coach Matsumoto Ichiro, wearing a karate uniform, sneered at Guan Zu and others. This is a karate gym, you are dead.

"Bagaya road!"

"Kill them!"

The two sides collided.

Guan Zu and Ichiro Matsumoto, one on one.

Ichiro Matsumoto looked at the Chinese man in front of him with a grim smile.

You are unlucky to meet me!

then……

Guan Zu suddenly appeared in front of him and kicked him. Then Ichiro Matsumoto felt like he was hit by a car and flew out. Several ribs were broken and he was vomiting blood in the air. Finally, he fell several meters away, and the plaque "Long-lasting Military Fortune" on the wall was shaken down.

Guan Zu thought he had killed a small minion and didn't care at all.
Ok?
Guan Zu glanced at "Long-lasting Martial Fortune".

One kick.

The plaque broke in two.

Then Guan Zu continued to lead the Chinese people to rush around.

“Go~~~”

Smash, smash, smash!
Beat anyone... no, beat any dog ​​I see!

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