Twenty minutes later, He Zhenzhong entered the Japanese Imperial Palace under the guidance of the Japanese Foreign Minister.⊙Academy hehe 66.⊙
The surrounding area was under martial law by the Japan Security Agency, and a large number of Japanese people gathered outside. When they saw He Zhenzhong and others, their emotions suddenly became excited, and they kept waving slogans in their hands and roaring angrily.
"Chinese people, get out."
"Kill these damn China pigs."
"It's all them, kill them."
The voice rang out in the night, and it was so powerful that anyone who was not deaf could hear the murderous intent in the voice. Because of what happened one after another, the hatred of these little devils towards China has obviously reached an extreme.
He Zhenzhong naturally pretended not to have heard anything. Let these ordinary little devils scream "730" as much as they want. One day they will cry, hum. He has no intention of caring about that now. He just wants to see who is the hijacker. The crown prince of Japan is definitely a talented person.
From the moment they entered the palace's outskirts, all along the way were members of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces loaded with live ammunition. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as five steps, one sentry, three steps and one post. In fact, everyone's face was full of murderous intent. Obviously, touching someone from the royal family has touched the bottom line of these little devils.
However, to He Zhenzhong, this bit of murderous intent was nothing more than scum, so he simply ignored it.
"General He." The little kid, the chief of the Tokyo Police Department, came over. He was sweating profusely. He looked like he had just climbed out of the water. He was shaking a little when he spoke. Prince Naruhito is tied together, and we dare not move at all. Now, he wants to see you, please help him with this matter."
Although they really don't want to beg this guy, they really have no choice now. The person who was kidnapped is Prince Naruhito, the successor of the next emperor. This matter is beyond their control.
"Let's see and then talk." He Zhenzhong is not a saint. He still wants to lead troops to sweep Tokyo, but the time has not come yet. How can he help the Japs and harm his own people?
The kid's foreign minister's expression was extremely ugly. He knew that He Zhenzhong would say this, otherwise this guy would not be the God of Death. He took a deep breath and then said: "Our government has urgently communicated with your government. Your government has agreed to fully assist us in resolving this matter."
He Zhenzhong paused, turned his head, and looked at the ambassador to Japan who was following closely beside him.
"The Prime Minister personally called me about the news from the State Council and asked me to pass it on to the general. The overall situation is of paramount importance." The ambassador to Japan sighed.
He Zhenzhong didn't say anything else, he just continued to walk forward. No matter what, he should take a look at the situation before making a decision.
A few minutes later.
Everyone came to an antique house. Senior officials of the Japanese government were standing outside. Japanese snipers were already lying there at some high points, aiming ahead.
He Zhenzhong stopped and looked over. The windows and doors were open. A middle-aged Chinese man wearing a blue jacket and military green trousers was standing there, with an honest look on his face. Of course , this ignores what is looming under his clothes. And at his feet, Japan's Prince Naruhito slumped there, with a face as pale as paper, his whole body shaking like a sieve, his eyes were bruised and swollen, and the corners of his mouth were still hanging. There were blood stains on it, and he had obviously been beaten severely.
"General He, please give me more help."
"General, this matter is related to the friendship between our two countries."
Looking at those little Japanese officials, He Zhenzhong just sneered and ignored them. Instead, he walked straight forward, reached the open space in front, and looked at the Chinese man inside.
"I heard you want to see me?"
"General." Seeing He Zhenzhong, the Chinese man looked a little excited, "General, I know you are in Tokyo, so I asked them to bring you here. I believe you."
He Zhenzhong's expression also softened a lot. This guy must have been a soldier, otherwise he wouldn't be able to arrange such an exquisite chain detonation device. Even if he is killed, it will cause an explosion the moment the body falls...
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"What do you want from me?" His tone became much softer, "Since you have done this, you should know that it is basically impossible for you to get out of here alive."
"Of course I know." The expression on the guy's face changed, and finally he became determined and said: "I just want to ask you, what is the value of this guy? If I kill him, it will bring great benefits to the motherland.
What impact does it have?”
I'm sorry this guy hasn't figured out who he kidnapped yet? He Zhenzhong also couldn't help but smile. That little devil's prince can understand Chinese. I wonder if he will be so angry that he vomits blood?
"The next emperor."
Hearing this, the guy smiled, lowered his head, and looked at Naruhito who was shivering like a chicken. "It turns out that I caught a big fish in a hurry. It's worth it for me to exchange the life of a prince for a common man."
The little devils around him suddenly became nervous, and they were all covered in cold sweat. Is this God of Death here to help? Are you sure he's not here to add insult to injury?
"Besides, if you kill, you will kill. Do they still dare to send troops to attack China?" He Zhenzhong snorted.
Uproar.
Those little devils seemed to have exploded, knowing that this god of death was here to cause trouble. It was obvious that this was adding fuel to the fire, damn 3.4.
"General, you..." The Japanese foreign minister almost spit out blood when a little Japanese kid came over and whispered a few words. His face looked better now and he nodded.
Soon, a live news broadcast truck drove in, with an LCD screen hanging on the side of the truck. On the screen, it was the live broadcast hall of China CCTV.
He Zhenzhong frowned slightly. It seemed that the higher-ups really didn't want to make the matter a big deal and actually wanted to conduct a live connection. If his estimate was good, the guy's relatives had been found and brought to the studio. Only Chinese people knew about it.
Chinese people, generally those who are willing to do such things, are definitely filial sons with love and righteousness.