Chapter nine hundred and eighty second still tender
Everyone left, He Zhenzhong sat there and took out a cigarette.※∠hehe 66.∵√
Snapped.
A jade hand stretched out, and a slight flame sprang up.
He glanced at Long Xiaoyun and buried his head.
call.
Taking a deep breath, He Zhenzhong blew out a smoke ring, leaned back on the chair, and closed his eyes slightly.
Long Xiaoyun stood behind him, hesitated for a moment, then raised her delicate hands and gently rubbed his temples. He was younger than her. If ordinary people were this old, they would still be on the university campus.
He lives a free and unrestrained life, but he has taken on too many responsibilities and pressures that are inconsistent with his age. Especially with the expansion of the war zone, his combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced. It is still unknown whether he can recover in half a year.
call.
He took a long puff, and the spicy smoke circulated in his lungs. The nicotine numbed the blood and stimulated the nerves. Finally, it came out of He Zhenzhong's nose and swirled up.
Time passed so quietly. In the empty conference room, neither of them spoke. The dim light reflected their shadows on the wall, tightly overlapping each other, exuding a faint warmth.
Deng Deng Deng.
Swish.
Hearing the footsteps, Long Xiaoyun retracted his jade hand with a brush and stood aside.
He Zhenzhong opened his eyes, put out the cigarette butt, and looked at the door. His whole body once again regained the aura that only a superior person can have, fierce and full of confidence.
Ga.
The door was pushed open, and a guard walked in, raising his hand in salute, "Chief, those foreigners want to see you."
"What's going on?" He Zhenzhong frowned slightly, knowing that those guys were here to cause trouble. It seemed that the power given before was not enough. After moving equipment all afternoon, those guys still had the energy to cause trouble.
"It seems to be due to the food and treatment of the prisoners."
He Zhenzhong frowned, his face turned cold, and he nodded, "I know, you go down first."
"yes."
When the guards left, Long Xiaoyun frowned slightly and said, "Those guys will always be a disaster if they stay here."
"I can't do anything about the order issued by the supreme leader." He Zhenzhong stood up and said calmly: "However, they are still a little immature if they want to fight us. Hmph. Let's go and have a look."
Long Xiaoyun nodded and followed He Zhenzhong towards the camp where the prisoners were held.
Bang bang bang.
Bang, bang, bang.
As soon as they got closer, they heard a huge banging sound. The barbed wire fence was being slapped by the prisoners, making loud noises. Each one of them was yelling. The Chinese soldiers in charge of guarding all opened their safety guards, and their mouths were facing in, expressions on their faces.
serious.
In front, Smith, Teresa and other people from the international peace organization were standing there, negotiating with Miao Lang, who was in charge of custody.
"The conditions for holding prisoners are too bad, and what if it rains? This is not in compliance with the Geneva Conventions. You must improve it, otherwise, we will sue you to the international community." Smith said with a serious look on his face, spitting.
Miao Lang shrugged, "Sorry, I don't understand what you said. Please speak Chinese."
Hearing what the translator said, Smith almost spat out a mouthful of blood. After talking for a long time, he wasted his words on his feelings, so he could only say again in sloppy Chinese: "The environment here is too bad."
"Oh, yes, our life is also very hard." Miao Lang couldn't deny it.
"I mean prisoners."
"Yes, the prisoners are living better than us. At least they can still sit and lie down, but we are standing here." Miao Lang snorted.
Cough cough cough.
Those guys were choked so hard that they started coughing. These Chinese people could still endure hardship, which really left them with no excuse.
Seeing He Zhenzhong and Long Xiaoyun walking over, Miao Lang ignored those guys and walked straight over, raising his hand and saluting, "The God of Death."
He Zhenzhong glared at him and stretched out his hand, "."
Miao Lang's heart thumped, it was over, and he said, do these guys really think that the God of Death is afraid of them? They have to make themselves uncomfortable, especially those prisoners, do they think that reinforcements are coming? They are too naive.
Da da da.
A tongue of flame appeared instantly, pouring out densely and heading towards the barbed wire fence.
Dang Dang.
Puff.
Blood spattered, and the dozens of prisoners who were crowded there, roaring and shaking the barbed wire, instantly fell into a pool of blood. The screams suddenly cut through the night sky. The Americans around them turned pale with fear and hurriedly
Back up.
Those in the peace organization were also dumbfounded, staring at the bloody scene in disbelief. The feet of more than a dozen prisoners had all been broken, and they were lying in a pool of blood, screaming.
How dare that guy treat prisoners like this in front of them?
"You are trampling on the Geneva Convention and this is illegal." Smith yelled, inciting the people around him.
He Zhenzhong just glanced at him lightly and hummed: "We are a military camp here, not a charity hall. If you still dare to gather people to cause trouble, you will be treated as a riot and killed without mercy."
The faint voice sounded, but everyone couldn't help but shudder.
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Especially the prisoners, they became obedient all of a sudden, with frightened expressions on their faces. The one who came was the God of Killing. Even their army was completely killed. Didn’t they dare to kill the prisoners? Suddenly, they
They were quiet, and they really didn't have the confidence to use their courage to challenge He Zhenzhong's temper.
After glancing at the prisoners, He Zhenzhong walked up to Smith and others, "Do you have any more questions?"
"You are abusing the prisoners, and the environment must be improved." Smith gritted his teeth and hummed.
He Zhenzhong nodded and said: "Later, I will arrange for them to live in a house, and make sure they don't get wet in the rain or blow in the wind, how about that?"
Smith and others immediately laughed. They really thought that this guy dared to confront them. They were international representatives. Unless these Chinese people wanted to be isolated by the entire international community, how could they dare?
"However, there are not many houses here. All the city buildings have been destroyed by Russian artillery fire. In order to show our sincerity in China, starting tomorrow, we will let these prisoners build it. Once they are built, let them move in."
........
Immediately, the smiles on the faces of those guys froze.
"You are using the prisoners as coolies."
"If you don't move after eating, your body will get rusty. These are doctors. Don't they understand this? Moreover, we are doing it according to your requirements. Is it possible to let my soldiers work? These prisoners are aside
Watching, guarding? Are you out of your mind?" He Zhenzhong glanced at Smith and hummed: "Also, we will also improve the food. Are there any other problems?"
Smith and others opened their mouths and looked at He Zhenzhong, but they couldn't say a word. They always felt as if they were hurting the prisoners. Especially, the prisoners looked at them in the wrong way.
"Then I'll excuse you. Please study slowly. If you have any opinions, just come to me." He Zhenzhong smiled, turned and left.
"Do we really want to improve their food?" Long Xiaoyun asked.
He Zhenzhong raised his eyebrows, "Change it, why not change it? What are you keeping the waste oil and various poisonous foods in the country for? Are they harming your own people? Anyway, give them five times the market price and record it. When the time comes to negotiate, it will be done."
And counting. You know, those things are poisonous, but they taste really good."
Long Xiaoyun also felt sorry for those guys. They had to find themselves uncomfortable for nothing, and they were too young to fight the God of Death.
Wow.
Seeing a dark figure standing there outside, He Zhenzhong's eyes flashed, and he nodded to Long Xiaoyun, "Go back first, arrange your duty, and rest if you have nothing to do. I'll go out for a while."