The first thousand two hundred and eleventh chapter is not qualified
Just when these Japanese pirates were scared to death, He Zhenzhong had already eliminated all the little Japanese in the cab and control room, and also sealed all the hatches. In other words, those little Japanese who got on the cruise ship
, there is no other way to go except jumping into the sea.
"Dear Japanese friends, you have been surrounded. Put down your weapons, kneel down and surrender. I believe you all know China's policy, which is to be lenient if you confess and strict if you resist." He Zhenzhong's cold voice came through the sound system of the cruise ship.
, ringing from every place on the ship.
Hearing this, the little devils were even more frightened. They were like headless flies, staring around. The weapons in their hands did not give them any sense of safety.
Kaka.
The Japanese officer almost broke his teeth. He must be the God of Death. The driver's cab and control room must have been captured by that guy. In other words, the man they sent has died.
A man surrounded a group of pirates loaded with live ammunition. This sounded like a joke, but none of these devils could laugh. There was no other emotion except fear or fear in their hearts. The breath of death kept suppressing them.
In their hearts, it makes them feel like they can't breathe.
"Baga." The Japanese officer dragged a fat-headed guy over, pressed the thing he held in his right hand against the guy's temple, and yelled at the top of his lungs at a surveillance camera: "God of Death, don't
This is too much bullying. We didn’t kill anyone. We just wanted to leave. We don’t want to offend anyone.”
Those Taiwanese people felt as if they were in a dream when they heard what the Japanese said. They were bullying others too much. These dozens of pirates holding weapons actually said that one person bullied them all. This didn't sound right, but
, those Japs clearly had expressions of extreme fear on their faces.
How strong is that Chinese man? Many people are murmuring in their hearts. They are just ordinary people. They only know that the Chinese Death God is very powerful, but until today, they have a rough impression of this kind of power. These
The little devils are so scared, can Taiwan still resist?
In the control room, He Zhenzhong stood there, looking at the frightened guy, a disdainful sneer flashed across his face, and said lightly: "What qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with me? If you do something wrong, you will naturally have to pay.
The price is high, otherwise, everyone will think that China is easy to bully."
The guy's face immediately showed an extremely aggrieved look, but he gritted his teeth. Although he felt very uncomfortable and humiliated, he had no way to refute. He was indeed not qualified to negotiate any conditions with the Chinese God of Death.
He took a deep breath, glanced around at the trembling Taiwanese, and said in a deep voice: "God of Death, we respect you, but you have to be unreasonable. Are these people Chinese? You should be better than me.
Clearly, most of these guys support Taiwan/independence."
Hearing this, those guys were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they felt extremely regretful. If they had known that the mainland was so powerful, they would support the shitty Taiwan/Independence. Who doesn't want to have such a strong motherland to protect them? Then in the world
They can all walk sideways, who wouldn’t want that?
However, in the past, they were indeed worried that the mainland's economy was not as good as that of Taiwan, and they had been bullied by small countries such as Vietnam and the Philippines and did not dare to fight back. After returning, wouldn't they be looking for trouble themselves? Even the mainland in the past few years
On the other hand, none of them who are doing business know how serious the epidemic is, which makes them feel no sense of security at all.
"Even if they are Taiwanese/independence elements, even if they are traitors, even if they are sinners, we in China will judge them ourselves, and it is not your turn to be harmed by little devils, huh." He Zhenzhong snorted coldly.
Overbearing, overbearing to the extreme. Everyone who heard the voice was shocked by the overbearingness in He Zhenzhong's words. There are not many people in the world who can be like the God of Death. To protect one's shortcomings to this extent, it has to make people feel sad.
I admire it. Even those little devils couldn't help but fantasize and lament in their hearts, why didn't their Yamato nation have a person like the God of Death?
The big star who was still hiding in the dressing room at the top also heard the sound, but she never expected that the man was the God of Death who shocked the world. Her face was full of complicated expressions, even with fear.
Such a color, before, she actually wanted to threaten that man. Isn't this looking for death?
After a while, the Japanese officer came back to his senses, took a deep breath, with a look of risk on his face, and shouted ferociously: "God of Death, we don't want anything, as long as you let us go, otherwise
…”
"Otherwise what?" He Zhenzhong raised his eyebrows, "Are you threatening me?"
"No, I don't dare." The guy said humiliatingly: "But we are not that afraid of death. We can't kill the God of Death, but we can still kill these people and bury them with them."
Suddenly,; academy, hehe 66. The Taiwanese people who were pointed at suddenly became nervous, with a look of horror in their eyes.
"Death, save us."
"I am not a Taiwanese independence activist. I firmly support the reunification of the motherland."
"me too."
"When I return to China this time, I recognize my ancestors and send my grandfather's ashes back to my hometown."
The voice of begging suddenly started. No one wanted to die if they could live.
Hearing the voices of those Taiwanese people, those little devils felt relieved. Now who doesn't know that the Chinese God of Death is ruthless to foreigners, but is very soft-hearted towards their own people, so they should agree.
Those Taiwanese people are also full of anxiety. Will the God of Death save them?
The hall suddenly became quiet. Everyone was waiting for He Zhenzhong's reply. Once he made a decision, it meant that the fate of these people would be revealed. Life or death, it all depends on He Zhenzhong's thoughts...