Footsteps sounded, and a middle-aged Indonesian in a suit and leather shoes walked towards the interior of the logistics base under the supervision of Tang Xinyi and Ye Cunxin. Seeing that the Indonesian flag had been lowered and replaced by a bright five-star red flag, he
The boy clenched his fists, his eyes full of pain.
Ga.
Opening the door and walking in, he saw He Zhenzhong sitting behind the desk. The middle-aged man was obviously stunned, and then an uncontrollable look of shock appeared on his face. The commander of the Chinese army was actually such a young guy? That's it.
This young man who looks like a college student led the Chinese army to bring their capital to the current situation?
hiss.
He couldn't help but gasp, it was really scary.
When He Zhenzhong heard the door open, he raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man, then showed a gentle smile on his face, and the fat sheep was brought to the door for them to slaughter.
Seeing the smile on He Zhenzhong's face, a chill rose in the middle-aged man's vest and quickly spread throughout his body. He could only try to calm down his emotions, walked up to He Zhenzhong, and said in English: "I don't know what to do.
call?"
"The God of Death." He Zhenzhong nodded, pointed to the chair, "Sit."
The God of Death? That guy took a deep breath. He was indeed the God of Death. Because these people arrived in just one day, the number of casualties among their people and soldiers was around 100,000, and this number is still increasing. Now, the government troops
They were fighting with the rebels, fighting for important positions, and had no time to pay attention to the chaos in the city.
He took two steps forward, sat on the chair, looked at He Zhenzhong, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Death, I am here to make a serious protest to you."
"Really?" He Zhenzhong smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and handed over an English document, "Tomorrow morning, our diplomats will submit this document to the United Nations to lodge a serious protest against your country."
The guy's body trembled. This was what he wanted to say. After taking the material, as he expected, it was about the anti-Chinese incident. He put it down, looked at He Zhenzhong, and said in a deep voice: "This incident is indeed
Our government has failed in its responsibilities. However, most of the Chinese have received your asylum and are safe. Can you withdraw your troops?"
He Zhenzhong shrugged, "You said it was the majority, but what about the rest? We will never be able to sit idly by and ignore our compatriots. However, don't worry, we will not interfere in your internal war."
The middle-aged man sighed, knowing that it would not be so easy. He had no hope at all. He could only say straight to the point: "Mr. Death, on behalf of the President and the entire Indonesian government, we are here to discuss with you. We need this batch of
Equipment to stabilize the situation in Jakarta, you can make your own terms."
"That's right." He Zhenzhong nodded and said with a smile: "First of all, make a public apology and pay tenfold for the losses of all Chinese people, as well as all the expenses incurred by us in sending troops this time."
Compensation? His expression changed, and he stared at He Zhenzhong, his teeth almost shattered, "You have looted our treasury, and you still want us to pay compensation?"
He Zhenzhong's face suddenly hardened, and his tone became very unfriendly, "Are you slandering us? Where's the evidence? No, huh, come and see the guests off." Anyway, he was not in a hurry at all.
It's these guys who are in a hurry.
boom.
The door opened, and Tang Xinyi and the two women came in holding guns.
That guy almost vomited blood. These guys drove a convoy of military trucks, swaggered over, bombed all the way underground, and emptied the treasury. Do you still need evidence now?
However, at this time, he was really powerless. The war had entered a fierce stage. If they did not stabilize it as soon as possible, then they would really be doomed. The garrisons in other places were still waiting and watching. If the rebels were eliminated as soon as possible, then the government would
It will be stable again, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
* "Wait." He quickly waved his hand and looked at He Zhenzhong helplessly, "We agreed, ten times is ten times."
Hearing this, He Zhenzhong's expression softened again, "That's right, we can discuss it if we have anything to do."
What a waste of discussion. The guy cursed in his heart. This was clearly taking advantage of someone's situation and forcing him to do so.
"Second, sign this declaration." He Zhenzhong handed over an agreement. "Due to the influence of the rebels, you are unable to provide effective protection for the Chinese. You have specially invited me, China, to send troops to assist."
Click.
That guy's teeth were almost broken. It was obviously a brazen invasion. Isn't it because of these Chinese people that the rebels appeared? Now, does this guy want to call a deer a horse and confuse right and wrong? These damn Chinese people are too much.
Hateful.
"Hurry up and sign it, otherwise, I'm afraid that your top government officials will be dragged out and beheaded by the rebels, and then everything will be really over."
Hearing He Zhenzhong's words, the guy's body was shaken, and he wanted to cut He Zhenzhong into pieces with a thousand knives, but he didn't dare and didn't have the ability.
Gulu, Gulu.
Looking at the signature pen rolled in front of him, he hesitated. Once this agreement is signed, these guys who single-handedly caused the chaos in Indonesia will become upright. They will also thank these guys for their help.
He wanted to grab the agreement and tear it up, but once he did that, Jakarta would really be over. If it weren't for the fact that the government troops couldn't hold on anymore and reinforcements were delayed, he wouldn't have been authorized to come here.
Already.
call.
He took a deep breath and kept thinking about an old saying he had heard before, that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. He grabbed the pen and signed his name on it.
Snapped.
Throwing away the signature pen, he sat down on the chair feebly and looked at He Zhenzhong, "Now, it's time to give us this batch of equipment."
After taking the agreement and looking at it, He Zhenzhong put it down gently, then grabbed another document, handed it over, and said, "Sign this document, and I think we can discuss weapons and equipment.
Already."
What’s more? These vampires, the middle-aged man’s fists were almost crushed. He felt extremely aggrieved and regretful at the same time. If the government had vigorously suppressed the thugs at that time, perhaps none of this would have happened. He believed that many people
I regret it. It’s just a pity that there is no regret medicine sold in this world.
He reached out, opened the document, and took a look. He immediately felt dizzy, and his body was shaking because of the huge anger. He raised his head sharply, looked at He Zhenzhong, and read each word from his teeth.
He squeezed out, "Impossible, we will not sign this document no matter what."
Don’t want to sign? He Zhenzhong also had a sneer on his face. Do these guys still have a choice?