Just as Yang Luo was posing and was about to use his elbow joint to break the car window, the man in white said, "Comrade, use my this to save more effort."

As he said that, the man in white took out something from his pocket, swung it hard, and turned it into a stick about 50 cm, and turned it backwards and handed it to Yang Luo.

Looking at the stick swing in the white man's hand, his eyes shrank slightly, and he thought to himself: "I still carry a stick swing with me, this guy is not a good guy!"

"Thanks."

Yang Luo did not refuse and nodded and thanked him. It is better to have tools than not.

To be honest, Yang Luo was not sure whether using the elbow joint to break the windows of BMW cars. Although his physique is better than that of ordinary people, it is different now that he has tools, and the windows will be broken.

The man in the BMW car knew the situation outside the car clearly. When he saw Yang Luo about to break the window with his elbow joint, he had a disdainful smile on his face, but as soon as the stick appeared, his face changed, and he hurriedly shouted: "What do you want to do? This is my private property, protected by law..."

Yang Luo ignored the shouting of the BMW owner, took a breath, raised the stick in his hand, and smashed it hard towards the window glass.

I know that the car window glass is generally very strong and has been tempered, so the stick falls on the car window glass just the tip of the stick, the contact area is very small, and the corresponding pressure is greater.

"Bang!"

With a dull blow, cracks began to appear from the point where the car window glass was hit, and cracks like spider webs spread around.

With just one blow, the entire window glass was covered with cracks. Although it did not shatter like ordinary glass and then scattered randomly, it was still on the window, but it had lost its proper protective effect and was so brittle that it was not much better than paper.

The BMW owner was shocked by Yang Luo's behavior, his face turned red and white, and he was extremely angry and also felt a little scared.

"Open the door." Yang Luo took a step forward, tore open the window glass that had been covered with cracks, pointed the man in the car with a stick, and said coldly.

The BMW owner looked at this and then that, but he still didn't want to open the door and get out of the car, but he admitted his fear, handed his phone out of the window, and said in fear: "I'll give you my phone."

"It's not just a cell phone now. I'll order you to open the door and get out of the car." Yang Luo said sternly, took the phone and turned off the Internet, turned off the screen and put it in his pocket.

"What are you talking about with him? He doesn't want to get down. I can ask him to come down." Ye Jianlong said, taking a step forward, reaching out and opening the car door from inside, and then pulling the BMW man out of the car.

Before Yang Luo moved, the man in white came to help first. He stepped forward, grabbed the BMW owner's arm and twisted it, and then turned behind him.

"The fighting grapple technique in the army?"

Yang Luo recognized the man in white's grasping method and couldn't help but look at the man in white with curiosity.

Ye Jianlong also grabbed his other hand and turned around behind the BMW owner.

"ah!"

The severe pain came, and the BMW owner couldn't help but scream, his whole body became soft and he rushed to the ground.

"Help, help, the soldiers beat people..."

His hands were buckled against his back, and he could not use any force and could not resist at all. The BMW owner could only yell at the top of his lungs.

The roaring did not work. Not to mention that there was no one else at this time, even if there were, no one would be willing to get involved.

"What is it? Is it still a man? I can't stand the pain." The man in white gave out a free hand and patted the BMW owner's head.

The BMW owner turned his head and looked at the man in white, as if fire was about to emerge in his eyes, and said with a huge hatred: "I remember you, don't let me find you in the future, otherwise I will make you unable to survive or die."

The man in white smiled and said indifferently: "I won't bother you anymore. You should just ask yourself to think about it carefully. You are suspected of stealing state secrets now, and it is still a question whether you can make it."

"National...state secret?"

Hearing the man in white, the BMW owner, who was about to make harsh words, froze all over. As if he was struck by lightning, turned his head in disbelief to Yang Luo in front of him and asked tremblingly: "Comrade, what he said is not true, right? You don't really suspect that I stole state secrets, are you?"

"Fighters are state secrets, and you do not listen to dissuasions and warnings and have to shoot them. We have reason to suspect that you are suspected of stealing state secrets."

Yang Luo explained lightly, unbuttoned the belt around his waist, pulled it out and handed it to Ye Jianlong.

Not to mention that the J-10c is a fighter jet that has been in service for less than a year and is in absolute confidentiality, if it is replaced by any fighter jet, even the J-7e, which is gradually retired, can be regarded as stealing international secrets at such a close distance.

If the words of the man in white keep the BMW owner a little lucky, Yang Luo's words are bolt from the blue.

State secrets, any adult knows what these four words mean, and once they are touched, they will be doomed.

The owner of the BMW car is not a fool, and his reason is restored as soon as possible. He no longer cares about making harsh words to the man in white. His heart is filled with fear and he dare not resist.

He realized that he seemed to be in trouble, but he still couldn't handle it even his father and didn't dare to touch it, and he didn't even dare to say a word of pleading.

"No, I don't, I really don't want to steal state secrets. I just want to take a photo to leave evidence of this car accident. I really don't..." The owner of the BMW was dominated by fear, and his heart was cold and he explained crying.

Yang Luo remained silent. Ye Jianlong wrapped the belt around the wrist of the BMW owner and wrapped it around several times in a row before finally passing through the belt head and firmly tied the BMW owner's hands behind him.

"What have you done? The two comrades have warned you several times. I have advised you several times. You insist on not listening, just to take a photo. Now, I'll get myself in." The man in white shook his head and said.

"Comrade, I beg you to let me go. I really don't want to steal state secrets. I can swear to God." The BMW owner cried.

Yang Luo and Ye Jianlong were not moved. As soldiers, national security is the priority. Since there is suspicion, it should be handed over to relevant departments for review and will not be affected by BMW owners.

Seeing that Yang Luo and Ye Jianlong had no intention of letting him go, the BMW owner turned to look at the man in white and cried and begged: "Brother, it's all my fault. All the responsibility lies with me. I'm responsible. Can you help me with evidence? Prove that I really just want to leave evidence and have not stolen state secrets?"

"It's not that I don't help you, but that my words are useless. On the contrary, they will trap myself in. Also, I would like to remind you that what you say does not count, and what they say does not count. This matter can only be determined by the national security organs."

The man in white shook his head, patted the BMW owner's shoulder, and said pity: "Actually, I'm willing to believe that you didn't want to steal state secrets, but the phone you used was Apple, so it's hard to say whether the photos you took were circulated."

Ye Jianlong pulled the BMW owner and said coldly, "Now, stand up and squat honestly on the side of the road. Tell you, don't think about resisting and running away."

The BMW owner stood up tremblingly, staggered, and walked obediently to the side of the road, while crying: "I really didn't want to steal state secrets! I'm really not a spy!"

Once upon a time, the national security organs were so far away from themselves, just like legends, I had only heard of them and had never seen them, but now they are so close that they can be seen immediately.

When the BMW owner thought of rumors about the national security organs, he shuddered. When he thought of himself as a spy, even if he did not eat peanuts, he would have been imprisoned for more than ten or twenty years, and his whole body was trembling even more violently, but he did not dare to run away. He kept crying and shouting, begging him to let him go.
Chapter completed!