At 7:15 minutes, He Zhenzhong, escorted by Marshal Chu, Qu Haitao, and the assassins, and accompanied by several representatives in the United States, appeared at the gate of the White House. ∫∠∠∫
"Marshal He."
A guy in a suit and leather tie walked over with a smile on his arm and an extremely beautiful young blonde woman with a bulging front and back.
"Marshal, this is the chairman of the board of directors of the Rockefeller Foundation, and the person next to him is his daughter." A staff member whispered in He Zhenzhong's ear.
He Zhenzhong glanced at the guy, nodded, and had no intention of taking the initiative. What a joke. He is the top leader of the Chinese military. He controls a country's army, millions of square kilometers of land, and also controls Southeast Asia and North Korea.
Will the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people on the peninsula and Guizi Island be in the eyes of the person in charge of a "627" consortium?
The smile on the guy's face was even bigger. He came to He Zhenzhong and said in a flattering tone: "It's such a blessing to be able to meet the famous God of Death. Daisy, why don't you say hello to the marshal?"
"Hello, Marshal He." The woman smiled slightly, full of charm. It must be said that this foreign woman has a domineering figure. Her breasts are turbulent and covered with white flowers, which is very sexy.
"Yeah." He Zhenzhong just nodded. Who said that only Chinese people like to flatter themselves? Look at these Americans.
A hint of imperceptible disappointment flashed through the eyes of both the man and the woman, but neither showed it very much.
Deng Deng Deng.
There was another burst of footsteps, and a group of people came over quickly.
"Marshal He."
Hearing the broken Chinese voice, He Zhenzhong turned his head and looked over.
"The chairman is the current patriarch of the Rothschild family, and the one next to him is his little daughter."
This is a famous family. It once controlled not only the economy of the United States, but also all European countries were deeply affected. When its power was at its strongest, all the royal families in Europe had to stay away and did not dare to take advantage of it.
"They say that Marshal He is young and promising, handsome and a man among men. When I saw him today, he really lived up to his reputation." A member of the Rothschild family came over, "Lise, why don't you say hello to the Marshal yet?"
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"I've met the marshal."
He Zhenzhong nodded, it was another beauty. This Jew was not only a businessman, but also a beautiful woman. This was an indisputable fact. However, He Zhenzhong was a little depressed. These guys were trying to get close to him. He knew the reason, but he even took his daughter with him.
What does it mean? Does he seem to be a very impatient person?
It’s just that he didn’t know it. Because of Lina’s incident and the fact that he had adopted Girls’ Generation’s Lin Yoon-ah and other daughters in Korea, it had long been spread to the outside world that the God of Death was a peerless hero, but he was also a suave and suave person.
So, can these guys come here without bringing beautiful women?
"Marshal He."
There was another sound.
"Marshal, he is the head of the DuPont Consortium, and the one next to him is his niece." The faces of the Chinese staff who introduced the situation to He Zhenzhong became a little weird.
Young Marshal Chu and the others behind him were full of envy, jealousy and hatred. Men, who doesn’t want to think about beautiful women? Moreover, the status of these women is not low. In the past, they were all real rich ladies.
Ah. At the same time, their hearts are filled with pride. These American consortiums used to have all the power in this world, but now they are so eager to send their daughters and nieces over. This fully proves the power of China now.
In the end, He Zhenzhong did not enter the White House. People from these American consortiums and big families rushed over one after another, and they all enthusiastically flattered him. Moreover, what left He Zhenzhong speechless was that each of them brought a woman with him.
, or niece or granddaughter, they are all beautiful anyway.
There is no doubt that these consortiums and big families are the real controllers of the United States, because it is these people who control the economic lifeline of the United States, and even more than 70% of various government departments are people related to them.
In normal times, these guys would not look down on He Zhenzhong at all. So what about the Generalissimo of China? They are the controllers of the United States. Unfortunately, the United States is now in the sunset and is being forced back by China. For their own benefit, they
It has to be like this. After all, in their eyes, the country can be destroyed, but their money and interests must not be destroyed...
"Let's talk inside." He Zhenzhong said. He really couldn't bear it. The women around him were almost dazzled by the sight.
"Yes, yes, how can we let the marshal stand here?"
"Marshal, please."
"please."
Although these guys usually have the power to control everything, they are now like servants, with flattering smiles on their faces, making way for He Zhenzhong.
He Zhenzhong did his part and strode towards the White House with Marshal Chu, the assassin and others. Those guys quickly followed with their beautiful daughters, nieces and granddaughters. A large group of people surrounded He Zhenzhong.
Kaka.
Behind the crowd, Ma Ba'ao stood there, accompanied by the US Defense Secretary and others. His fists were almost crushed, and the look of humiliation in his eyes could no longer be concealed.
He had just returned from a sneak trip, but after getting out of the car for so long, those damn guys didn't see him? In fact, no one came over to say hello to him, they were all surrounding that damn Chinese guy.
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Ma Ba'ao kept cursing in his heart and stared bitterly at He Zhenzhong who was walking towards the White House. Is this China or the United States? Why is an enemy of the United States more popular than he, the president of the United States?
The US military secretary of defense glanced at Ma Bao, with a somewhat sympathetic expression on his face. This must be the most aggrieved president in the history of the United States. This White House is the president's place, but now, the president is standing here without anyone to greet him. Everyone is greeting him.
Isn't it ironic to be an enemy of the United States?
This is the United States. He sighed, "President, let's go."
call.
Ma Ba'ao took a deep breath, suppressed the frustration in his heart, and then with a gloomy face, he led others towards the White House, the place that belonged to him.