New Territories.

suburbs.

A factory building, opposite.

Flying Tigers senior inspector "Fang Keming" held a sniper rifle, stood in front of the window and moved his perspective, and finally found the target through the factory window...

In the scope, the red cross mark is firmly locked on the target's chest...

He breathed slowly and spoke calmly: "Report to Sir Chen, lock the target!"

"Team B is ready!"

"Group C is ready!"

Chen Jiaju was holding a shotgun, wearing a bulletproof helmet and a bulletproof vest.

He made a gesture: "Up!"

"Poof!" A police officer kicked open the factory door, and swish, Chen Jiaju raised his shotgun, half-crouched and stepped forward with his legs alternately. In a very standard offensive posture, he personally led a group of criminal department police officers to break through.

"Da da da." The factory suddenly burst into flames and bullets flew, turning it into a violent battlefield.

The leader of Unit 701 "Xiong Ju" and the three members of Unit 701 raised their weapons and immediately launched a counterattack using the terrain.

"Boom! Boom!" Continuous explosions sounded in the factory building, taking the lead in detonating the battle!

Peninsula Hotel.

Salena was dressed dignifiedly and had beautiful makeup, and she was walking among the crowd with several senior executives of Shixing Group.

I saw her holding a glass of wine and speaking appropriately, taking care of the group of Chinese who were the first to fall to the Zhuang clan, but turning a blind eye to the swing and resistance faction on the other side.

At this moment, Mr. Zhuang has not yet appeared!

This caused some of the swingers who participated in the reception to feel a little upset. They wondered why Zhuang Shikai was looking for them. Could it be that they were just hanging out and watching the scenery? The dance floor in the hotel lobby was already open, and in the other corner, the charity auction was also started.

The activities of the public reception were very well arranged, but most of the people who came to participate in the reception had no intention of focusing on "entertainment" and were still paying close attention to Mr. Zhuang's activities.

They knew that Mr. Zhuang must have something to talk about, otherwise it would be impossible to create such a grand event! Therefore, not only did the number of people come to the scene not decrease, but they gradually became more and more.

Some Chinese, ghost politicians, and some private teachers and educators heard the news, and either took the initiative or were invited to come to the Peninsula Hotel to participate in the reception.

Anyone can come to this public reception!

The hall was packed with three to four hundred people standing...

At this time, the lights of the reception went out, and on the main stage, a projector turned and projected onto the big screen. The reception suddenly fell into silence, and an expansion film began to play...

Hundreds of people were wearing suits and dresses, holding champagne.

They were of different races, positions, and looks, but they all turned to look at the projection screen.

A black and white photo.

Curtains rotate.

"In 1842, after the First Opium War failed, the decadent Qing Dynasty signed the Treaty of Nanjing, ceding Hong Kong Island to the British Empire."

"In 1860, the Qing Dynasty defeated the British and French forces again, humiliatingly signed the Treaty of Beijing and ceded the southern part of the Kowloon Peninsula."

"In 1898, the British signed the "Special Treaty on Expanding the Boundary Site of Hong Kong" and a series of other lease treaties with the Qing government, leasing the northern part of the Kowloon Peninsula, the New Territories and more than 200 adjacent outlying islands, except for the Kowloon Walled City. The lease period

99 years.”

"At this point, the Chinese in Hong Kong began to rely on themselves and endure humiliation for a hundred years..."

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The photos show skinny Chinese with lifeless faces, silhouettes of ruined buildings and bombs.

And this is not a movie!

It is a true portrayal of the century of Hong Kong Island and the century of the Chinese people...

People at the scene began to fall into silence. The ghosts among them had different expressions, but many Chinese people quietly put down their wine glasses, their eyes full of tears.

"Da da, da da da." Yuan Haoyun was excited. He held the gun with both hands and pulled the trigger repeatedly, shooting a line of fire and killing a member of Unit 701.

After an investigation by the Intelligence Section, it was found that because the 701 units were dispersed and not all gathered in one location, twelve action teams were assigned tasks and acted separately.

Yuan Haoyun personally led a team of members and led the way into the target warehouse.

"Bang, bang, bang!" In this abandoned steel warehouse, a female killer wearing a leather jacket and a mask grabbed a hemp rope hanging from the ceiling with one hand, flew out from the third floor of the warehouse with a gun, and pointed it at the bottom.

The police officer pulled the trigger.

"Clang, clang, clang!" The bullet hit the steel blank and the cargo box, and several police officers were shot and fell to the ground.

Yuan Haoyun rolled on the spot and hid in the bunker. He held a gun in both hands and said urgently: "You f*cking die!"

"Puff! Puff! Puff!" Two flying tiger squads hanging on ropes kicked through the windows, threw them into the warehouse, and fired quickly with submachine guns: "Ta-ta-ta."

"Poof!" Ruolan, a beautiful member of Unit 701, let go of her hands and smashed them to the ground. Her body was already bruised.

It’s not just hanging on the swing if you know how to swing! Can you compare to a group of people swinging on the swing alone? Yuan Haoyun has support!

"Cut." Zhou Xingxing had a lock tied around his waist, echoing in the air, holding the rope with one hand and holding the gun with the other.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and sneered disdainfully.

Peninsula Hotel, lobby screen, hundreds of guests standing in the audience.

They looked at the historical photos flashing on the screen. Some were sad and indignant, some were angry, some were ridiculed, and some felt inferior...

"The Chinese people in Hong Kong Island are able to have enough food, clothing and clothing, and this continues to this day."

"It is not the pity of the British Empire, but the sweat, blood and hard work of every generation of Chinese and every compatriot."

"Now the British Hong Kong government is about to carry out the "Education Reform Action" before the return of the motherland. What is to be changed? It is not to change more advanced science and more precious knowledge, but to change the most precious spirit of us Chinese! The most alarming history

!”

finally.

The text on the screen begins to point out questions.

The Chinese people in the venue held their breath in silence.

The meat show is coming!

Mr. Zhuang is about to appear, whether to win over, threaten, or induce. You can clearly see what happens next.

But not every Chinese can look back on the nation's humiliating history and be alert! Full of enthusiasm! Some people's bones have become weak, and they have begun to deny the pride of the nation and worship the superiority of foreigners. Some have yellow skin and white hearts, and they wish they could be reincarnated as ghosts.

guy.

"Pfft!" Before the ghost guys could say anything, a young Chinese smashed the wine glass in his hand and shouted loudly: "If you lose, you lose. Foreign education is superior, why can't you support the reform?"

At this time, everyone at the scene turned to look at him.

He also seemed to enjoy the attention of everyone, and gave an emotional speech: "Now that we are reforming, our educational superiority will be stronger than that of the mainland. Even if the post-97 generation returns, our children and grandchildren will be better than the mainlanders!"

"You should think about your own interests."

The ghosts cast admiring glances at him, while a handful of Chinese bureaucrats were lost in thought. Many educators started talking, but due to their limited vision, they did not know how to refute from any angle.

At this moment, the public reception is an open academic battlefield. Since Zhuang Shikai dares to use the word "public" as a sign and wants to maximize his influence on the education world, he must accept that "ghosts" will also come to rob this battlefield.

This young man who spoke loudly may be an elite sent by the ghost guy, or he may be a representative of the resistance faction. In short, he has the right to speak, and his theory has support.

At this time, all the security guards on the first floor of the Peninsula Hotel were replaced by police officers from the Security Department, which can be said to be real "security"! Seeing that something was wrong, an inspector from the Security Department immediately held the headset and asked the superior in a low voice: "Sir Zhuo, do you want it?"

Take people away?”

Several security officers exchanged glances and were ready to do something.

Zhuo Jingquan, however, stood in front of a table with a wine glass in hand, smacking pistachios and preaching: "Don't make trouble, let him talk!"

What's the point of driving people away?

Does it have any credibility anymore?

Zhuo Jingquan threw away the two-petal shell in his hand, with a cool expression on his face, and said to himself: "We'll see the show soon."

"Yes, sir." Several police officers stepped back, put their hands on their stomachs, and continued to perform security tasks...

At this time, a man wearing a black suit, a neat tie and a neat hairstyle walked onto the stage!

I saw him pushing a wheelchair, with bright eyes, and shouted to everyone: "Crazy thread!"

"The mainland has reformed and opened up and vigorously developed its economy. With a population of one billion, it is the largest in Asia. It is not only the largest market, but also the largest power!"

"Hong Kong Island has a population of one million and the area is restricted. What do you compare it to?"

Zhuang Shikai pushed Mr. Feng onto the high platform, looked back at the people in the audience, and said "Crazy Line" first, and after completely setting the tone, he loudly said: "The education reform plan formulated by the British is to carry out cultural genocide of the Chinese.

Mental castration!”

"Let the Chinese in Hong Kong and the Mainland go in opposite directions!"

"Then the mainland will be the mainstream in the future, and you will fight against the future? Haha, your pitiful sense of superiority will only become a sad joke..."

"You!" The young man stood in the audience, raised his hand and pointed at Zhuang Shikai, his face turned purple for a while, and he wanted to speak, but Zhuang Shikai said instead: "Stick to Chinese culture and embrace the mainland market! Only then will the development of Hong Kong Island be better.
To be continued...