The sound of footsteps and the roar of tanks kept ringing in the streets of Pyongyang. The third fat man personally led the troops and surrounded the Chinese consulate. Two nuclear bases were destroyed, which made him completely crazy. He wanted to use the blood of He Zhenzhong
to calm the anger in his heart.
"Report, everyone has been surrounded."
The third fat man nodded and stared resentfully at the dark house in front of him. His face was full of sneers. Turning off the lights? Is it useful? This is Pyongyang, and it is his territory. He must kill that one with his own hands.
The damn Chinese god of death was beheaded alive to vent his hatred.
His right hand suddenly raised and waved.
Immediately, a company of Korean soldiers walked out of the team, holding on, hunched over, and cautiously walked forward, covering each other, and soon broke through to the door, and then kicked the door open.
Da da da.
There was a loud noise, hitting the chairs inside, the table clanking, and sawdust flying.
"stop."
A company commander spoke, and his expression was extremely ugly. It was so smooth, and there was no resistance at all. Isn't it strange?
Snapped.
Someone turned on the light and the light came on.
There was no one, not even a ghost, let alone a human being.
Did the Chinese run away?
The guy was stunned for a moment, then ordered: "Search for me."
"yes."
The Korean soldiers dispersed and searched around, but not even a hair was found. The company commander went out and came to the three fat men, "Report, report."
The third fat man frowned, "Where are the people?"
"No one was found."
No one was found? The third fat man couldn't contain his anger. It came up from the bottom of his heart and roared: "Isn't there someone always watching here? Even if they have wings, can they escape the surveillance of the air defense force?"
"Report, we found an underground passage, which has been blocked and is being cleared."
Kaka.
The third fat man clenched his fists and his face turned green. These Chinese people actually dug a tunnel? Damn it. He took a deep breath and said, "Search for me. Search the whole city. They must not have gone far."
"yes."
The third fat man is really going crazy. He wants to kill someone to vent his anger. However, all the cooked ducks fly away. What can he do? He can only hold back for now.
"Report, traces of Chinese people were found."
The third fat man's face lit up and he quickly asked: "Where is it?"
"Just out of Pyongyang City, leaving from Highway 3."
Out of Pyongyang? And it's Highway 3? The third fat man almost thought he heard it wrong. It's his fault. Isn't Highway 3 their main road? Moreover, it was heavily guarded, how did those Chinese people get there?
"The guarding troops said that the Chinese people have your leader's seal and official documents."
What?
"Fart, when did I give them those?" The third fat man stretched out his hand, grabbed the guy's collar, and roared: "Forgery, it must be a forgery, kill the general of the garrison, even the real and fake
Can’t you tell the difference?”
Cui Hailong took a step forward and said, "Leader, please calm down. If it's fake, I'm afraid the Chinese people won't be able to pass our many checkpoints."
The third fat man took a deep breath and let go of the