After a while, the guy raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at He Zhenzhong. He no longer had the arrogance and disdain he had before, but his face was filled with regret, panic and fear. →↖
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"General He, this matter." He spoke with difficulty, his tone seemed a little weak, and said: "What other news do you know? Please tell us for the sake of humanitarianism, so as to prevent more civilians.
Suffering from poisonous hands.”
He Zhenzhong glanced at him and said lightly: "Are you begging me?"
The guy had a wry smile on his face. This God of Death is really as good as the rumors. His words yesterday seemed to have angered this God of Death. However, if you think about it, it's normal. He would do the same thing in his place.
What is humanitarianism and what is human rights? Naturally, it is aimed at one's own people, and others do not care about his life or death. Which country is not like this? Terrorist attacks, civilian casualties? Then their military operations in Syria have killed an unknown number of civilians.
Woolen cloth.
The French ambassador was helpless, knowing that he couldn't make sense with this general, so he could only take out his phone, walked aside, and quickly chatted with the French government. He didn't know how long it took before the 20 came back again, with a face on his face.
But it turned even paler.
"General, regarding the Vietnam issue you mentioned before, we agree, but there is a condition. The Chinese side must cooperate with us to attack the SS and capture the culprit. Otherwise, we would rather launch a large-scale air attack on the SS than choose to follow the SS.
The United States is at odds." The French ambassador gritted his teeth and said.
If they had known this outcome, they should have agreed last night. This would have avoided a disaster, and they wouldn't have had to beg this guy in such a low voice.
"Of course." He Zhenzhong nodded, his face became serious, and there was a cold murderous intent on his body, and his momentum became stronger and stronger, which made the guy's face change sharply, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Naturally, he wanted to teach the SS a profound lesson. He had already received news that a Chinese hostage was killed by the SS. The two sides had been getting along well. He Zhenzhong was too lazy to take care of it. Everyone knew that the SS was secretly supported by the United States, but they didn't expect it.
It has developed to this point that the United States was not prepared for. There is no reason for China to help the United States solve anything and bear risks.
But now, SS actually kills Chinese people, so he doesn't mind teaching those guys a profound lesson.
But, soon, He Zhenzhong raised his head, looked at the French ambassador, stretched out his hand, handed him a piece of paper, and said in a deep voice: "To show sincerity, please ask your people to check these locations quickly, otherwise there will be chaos again, don't
I didn't remind you." These were naturally passed on by Yi Tian.
The guy quickly took it over, took a look, and suddenly his body trembled. There were still problems in so many places? He didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately walked aside and reported the news back.
This time, after a full twenty minutes, the guy came over again. His eyes were full of horror when he looked at He Zhenzhong. It was all true. It was too dangerous. If their people were too late to get there,
I'm afraid the consequences will be disastrous, and we don't know how many people will die.
"it is true?"
"Yes." The French ambassador nodded, sighed, and looked at He Zhenzhong, "General He, can you tell us the source of the news?"
He Zhenzhong raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Do you suspect that I, Hua Xia, have an affair with SS?"
"No, no, no." The guy waved his hands quickly, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Now, he didn't have the slightest courage in front of He Zhenzhong, and everyone knew that Huaxia also hated SS's investment, those
East Turkistan elements and communist elements were accepted by SS people a lot.
What he meant was actually very simple. China had never cared much about the affairs in the Middle East. Now that the information was so well-informed, they had to wonder whether China had already begun to make plans in the Middle East and wanted to get a share of the pie.
"By the way, General He, in order to express its gratitude to China, our government has decided to return to you a batch of national treasure-level cultural relics that belonged to the Old Summer Palace." The guy forced a smile on his face.
Who would have thought that He Zhenzhong's face suddenly became gloomy, and he hummed: "You should return the things you stole from us, and now use them as a token of gratitude. Your calculations are quite precise."
sweat.
The French ambassador stretched out his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. This god of death was really difficult to deal with. A vague thought arose in his mind. France would be better off provoking less of such a powerful general with such a narrow-minded national mentality in the future.
He could only grit his teeth and said: "I will communicate with the government and return a batch of cultural relics bought back then."
He Zhenzhong nodded. These guys plundered most of the cultural relics from China back then, and some of them were stolen by the traitors and given to these guys.
Many people even secretly rejoice in the fact that the things they gave to foreigners were well preserved, but if they had been left in China, they would have been gone long ago. Isn’t this nonsense? What belongs to you is yours, so do whatever you want with it.
No matter what you do, and 350 was taken away from you, and they have no intention of returning it to you. Anyone who returns to China has paid a huge price.
However, He Zhenzhong believes that if he loses it, he will get it back one day. Isn't it just a robbery? It seems like no one can do it, huh.
The guy also breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "General, I wonder if you have any news about those behind the scenes?"
He Zhenzhong came back to his senses, glanced at him, and then said: "Don't worry, I will send people to follow your people in Syria. When the time comes, I will make sure to kill those guys who single-handedly planned this attack."
"That's good, that's good." The French ambassador nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice, "Then I would like to thank the general on behalf of the French people."
He Zhenzhong stood up, looked at him, and said calmly: "I only hope that you can fulfill your promise in tomorrow's negotiation, otherwise..."
Although he didn't finish speaking, the guy's body trembled. Who dares not to pay attention to the words of the God of Death? He could only nod. The government also meant the same. Originally, France and China had the same political demands. One wanted
To get rid of the suppression of the United States, a country that wants to occupy a leadership position in Europe has conflicts with the United States.