"Marshal He, do you want to provoke a war between the United States and China?"
He Zhenzhong turned his head and looked at the guy, frowned slightly, and said calmly: "Who do you think you are, dare to question me? Let your president, Obama, tell me."
"You" the guy's face immediately twisted into a ball of anger.
Many people stared wide-eyed and sighed in their hearts, he is indeed the Chinese God of Death. This posture is really too strong.
"What, you're not convinced?" He Zhenzhong's face showed a sneer, "You, the United States, are causing trouble all over the world, and stationed hundreds of thousands of troops in various countries in the Middle East. You are only allowed to send troops everywhere, and we are not allowed to send troops to China and South America.
Do countries conduct military exchanges?”
"No matter what, America will not agree to it." The guy roared angrily, clenching his fists tightly and making a clicking sound, and it looked like he was about to be crushed.
"Haha." He Zhenzhong laughed directly, "When we do things in China, we don't need your approval from the United States? Do you have a cramp in your head or are you flooded? This world is not decided by you and the United States."
As he spoke, his face became serious, and the powerful aura on his body suddenly burst out. Standing there, he looked like the God of War had descended to earth. The people around him couldn't help but suffocate, feeling the strong pressure.
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"Also, don't talk so much nonsense. If you want to fight, just fight. If you want to use nuclear weapons, just use nuclear weapons. If you have any tricks, just come and I, China, will pick them up."
A loud and domineering voice sounded in the venue, deeply shocking everyone.
At this moment, the entire conference hall was quiet. No one spoke. They were all shocked by He Zhenzhong's domineering attitude. After so many decades,