He Zhenzhong stood up, his eyes fell on Lao Maozi, the Yankees, and the British. A smile appeared on his face and he nodded, "Everyone, you can also convey my words to your high-level government officials. This world is not just about people.
An international policeman should think twice before doing anything in the future, otherwise, he will eat it when a military disaster strikes."
Arrogant.
Too arrogant.
There's no covering up at all, it's too naked.
Everyone in other countries has to submit. In this world, only the God of Death dares to speak like this. Moreover, it still threatens the three established military powers of Russia, the United States, and the United Kingdom at the same time.
After saying that, He Zhenzhong left surrounded by the hermit and other senior Chinese military officials.
Kaka.
Staring at He Zhenzhong's leaving figure, the teeth of those guys were almost broken. This was a provocation. Yes, it was a trample on their dignity. However, what could they do? Who made China's prestige at its peak?
Zhengsheng, in the past few years, no matter which country it is, it has never been defeated?
Looking at the extremely frustrated expressions of these guys, the eyes of other people around them were flashing with strange lights. You can only touch the water when it is muddy.