The first thousand three hundred and ninety-seventh chapters change
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The third fat man took a deep breath, a ruthless look flashed across his face, turned his head, looked at Cui Hailong standing next to him, and said in a deep voice: "We don't dare to touch him, huh, someone dares to tell the news about his arrival.
Spread the word."
"yes."
Although he hates him deeply, He Zhenzhong is the ambassador of China, and his identity is there. Unless he wants to subjugate the country, otherwise, the Third Fatty really dare not touch a hair of He Zhenzhong. However, there are too many people who want He Zhenzhong dead.
Especially the Koreans who had just been bombed and destroyed their country.
Kill with a borrowed knife.
The third fat man clenched his fists and said in a cold voice: "Notify the Internal Security Department to relax the surveillance of those people and let them move freely, as long as they can kill that damn guy."
"Yeah." Cui Hailong nodded.
Indeed, people from the "410 Office" all over the world know that China's transformation from being tolerant, compromising, and only protesting to being the iron-blooded force it is today, and daring to send troops if they disagree is inextricably linked to the Chinese God of Death.
Relationship. Even many people know that as long as the Chinese Death God is killed, China's current strength and momentum will be reduced by at least half.
"Do we need to send people to restrict those people's activities?" Cui Hailong asked.
The third fat man's face suddenly turned livid, "Can you restrain this bunch of trash? They even broke into this place, huh, don't mess with those guys."
Cui Hailong also sighed and said nothing more. Even though the third fat man is usually very courageous, he wilts when the critical moment comes. He has been beaten all the way here, but he can still endure it. For someone like him who relies on brainwashing to gain power.
Said, it was a huge blow. Reading on a mobile phone is more convenient. hehe66. However, he did not dare to say anything more, otherwise, if he was not careful, he would be sent to prison and secretly executed.
The news spread quickly that the Chinese God of Death had brought people to Pyongyang. Suddenly, many people became excited.
A military camp on the outskirts of Pyongyang is home to a South Korean army that surrendered to North Korea. After the Chinese army wiped out Seoul, these guys were unwilling to be subjugated slaves and came to North Korea. After all, although they were hostile, they were members of the same nation.
people.
"That damn Chinese came to Pyongyang. Everyone, this is a good opportunity for us to take revenge." A young colonel with a murderous look on his face said in a deep voice: "The Chunchuan blood feud, we finally have a chance to avenge our shame."
Kaka.
Another guy whose home is in Chunchuan has almost broken teeth, "More than one million compatriots in Chunchuan died directly, and millions of people in the surrounding areas suffered from nuclear radiation. Now, hundreds of thousands of Chinese troops are stationed on our land, and they are
The insult to our people was all caused by that damn guy. This time, God has given us the opportunity. We must kill him and pay homage to our dead compatriots."
"kill."
"kill."
The stick officers around them all roared in low voices.
"However, we have been monitored by the North Korean army. Do we have a chance to take action? I'm afraid we will be arrested as soon as we step out of the military camp."
The stick colonel shook his head, with a look on his face.