Seeing the puzzled faces of Ma Ba'ao and others, He Zhenzhong's face became a bit gloomy, and his tone became even colder, "Everyone, I think you haven't forgotten why I want to go to South America, right?"
What?
Ma Ba'ao, the U.S. Defense Secretary and several others immediately felt a thump in their hearts, and a bad thought arose. Because there were too many things going on, and they were frightened by the Chinese space fighter, they actually forgot about this matter.
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"Fifteen of our senior military advisers stationed in Brazil were assassinated, and the lives of 32 other diplomatic liaison personnel are unknown. Even their bodies were not found." He Zhenzhong's voice was full of cold murderous intent, and he said slowly: "
In addition, in countries such as Cuba and Venezuela, our Chinese diplomats have been assassinated in broad daylight. I think, Mr. President, you should know what is going on."
Ma Ba'ao's face was also ugly. When he said this, he was even more angry. After so many years, he had invested a huge amount of scientific research funds, thinking that after successfully transforming people, he would be a major killer for them. However, he dreamed
He never expected that the reformers they had high hopes for would be vulnerable to the God of Death. An entire team was wiped out. How could he not be angry?
"What does Marshal He mean?" the US Defense Secretary said. There is probably no one in the world who doesn't know the character of the God of Death. This should