"**, trash, all trash." Ma Ba'ao, accompanied by the US Secretary of Defense and others, walked over and cursed, his face was extremely ugly, those Korean sticks just failed to succeed and failed.
Surplus waste.
The United States assisted those stick men and worked hard to establish a government-in-exile in order to fight against China and cause trouble to China on the Korean Peninsula. But now, those stick men insist on seeking death, and even went to assassinate God. Damn it, they all in the United States
If you can't kill the God of Death, it's a damn thing that a few sticks can do it.
Moreover, those damn guys not only failed to kill the God of Death, but now that they are better, a traitor actually appeared and tricked all his own people. How could this make Ma Ba'ao happy?
Don't be afraid of opponents who are like gods, but be afraid of teammates who are like pigs.
Ma Ba'ao felt like vomiting blood for a long time. South Korea is like this, and Japan is like this. None of their allies in the United States can live up to expectations. If they can't help the United States in the slightest, they will continue to add chaos.
"Those Koreans really don't know how high the sky is." The U.S. Defense Secretary also frowned, "Don't they know that the White Tigers are just scum? How could they defeat the Chinese when they handed over the regimental flag to the Chinese?
people?"
"What should we do now?" Ma Ba'ao frowned, "Are we just going to watch those Chinese people show off their power on our territory? This is the United States, not China, and they are so aggressive that they don't take us seriously at all."
But, what can be done?
The Secretary of Defense of the US Army and others were silent. Now that China is powerful, they dare not completely break up with the Chinese people now. Feeling aggrieved, they kept yelling at those Korean sticks. Apart from causing chaos, they did nothing.
For children.
Deng Deng Deng.
Ma Ba'ao and his party quickly walked into the building. Along the way, they could see corpses everywhere without any signs of fighting, which made their faces even more ugly. Obviously, those Korean stickmen were killed without any resistance.
Okay, a bunch of trash like this, still thinking about assassinating the God of Death, what else is it if they are not seeking death?
When he entered the basement and saw He Zhenzhong, Ma Ba'ao immediately gritted his teeth with hatred. At the previous banquet, this guy stole all his limelight and made him, the president of the United States, humiliated. How could he not hate it?
When they saw Liu Shizhen, Ma Ba'ao and others were angry again. Oh, isn't this the Descendants of the Sun? He was so handsome, so loyal and powerful in the TV series, but in the end, he was the only one.
Eggy pretty face.
At the same time, some Americans had some sympathy for those Korean stickmen, and they worked hard to create a great hero to boost the morale of the people, but in the end, they rebelled in minutes.
Deng Deng.
Ma Ba'ao stopped, stared at He Zhenzhong, gritted his teeth, and snorted coldly: "General He, what do you mean by China? In the capital of our country, the capital of the United States is so aggressive, and artillery is used. I really don't think it's here.
Is it China? Aren’t you ready to give us an explanation?”
And those Korean stickmen all breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, the Americans will protect them. Their lives are saved. No matter how arrogant the Chinese people are, this is the capital of the United States after all.
Looking at Ma Ba'ao, He Zhenzhong didn't say anything, he just raised his hand and opened it.
Ma Ba'ao and others immediately frowned, their faces full of doubts, not understanding what He Zhenzhong was trying to do.
Snapped.
Marshal Chu directly handed the one in his hand to He Zhenzhong.
boom.
A clear and strong sound sounded.
puff.
Warm blood spattered, and a ferocious blood hole appeared between the stick's eyebrows. Then, in the disbelief eyes of everyone in dacd, he fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes widened, and he refused to close his eyes. All the Americans are coming.
Now, these Chinese people still dare to kill him?
And Ma Ba'ao, the US Defense Secretary and others couldn't come back to their senses for a moment. They stared at He Zhenzhong in disbelief. After a few seconds, their eyes were full of shame. This guy actually acted in front of him.
Killing people in front of them, is this to scare the monkeys? Is this to completely provoke them?
call.
As soon as Ma Ba'ao raised his hand, the American soldiers behind him directly raised their weapons and aimed at He Zhenzhong.
boom.
Another bullet shot out, and the body of a Korean stick standing there shook, his left eye exploded violently, blood mixed with eyeballs flew out, and the body fell down with a thud.
Deng Deng Deng.
Those Korean stickmen kept retreating, with a look of horror on their faces. Is this damn Chinese really not afraid of offending the Americans at all? He killed two of them in a row, damn it.
Kaka.
Ma Ba'ao clenched his teeth and stared straight at He Zhenzhong, with a crazy look on his face, "You"
"What are you?" He Zhenzhong played with the dog in his hand, his expression not changing at all, as if he was just killing two dogs, "Why, these guys are only allowed to kill me, but I'm not allowed to kill them?"
"This is the United States, a land of laws." an American yelled, with an aggrieved look on his face.
Law? The corners of He Zhenzhong's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sarcastic sneer. Then, he paused with his right hand and pressed down sharply with his index finger.
boom.
puff.
Another Korean stick hit him and he fell to the ground.
The remaining Korean stickmen are almost crying, fuck him, are they unjust? The Chinese are fighting with the Americans, why should they be killed? This is just a fire at the city gate that affects the fish.
The entire scene fell silent. No one expected that under such circumstances, He Zhenzhong would still dare to kill the Korean stickman. Didn't he see so many people pointing at him? Moreover, there was no trace of anger in Ma Baao's eyes.
Covered up, obviously on the verge of breaking out.
There are so many American soldiers, so many, everyone believes that as long as Ma Ba'ao gives the order, no matter how powerful the God of Death is, he will not be able to escape death. But, will Ma Ba'ao give the order?