Chapter 818: Revenge and strong death

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American camp.
The extra-large tents of the interim parliament were filled with parliamentarians with various suits. At this moment, the heads of the uniforms were whispering, and there was a lot of discussion. The chairman of the camp, Bem, dropped the hammer in his hand. After two screams, the loud voice: "Silence, silence! Today’s last agenda, before that, we need to invite a special person to give a speech."
Under the canopy outside the tent, Andiru helped the new tie on the neck, tidying up the wrinkled corners of the new suit, and the calm look just showed that he was slightly nervous at the moment. mood.
Although he is full of strength, although he is full of self-confidence, at this moment, when the despicable people on the street want to enter the door that symbolizes justice and freedom, his emotions are better than the fat ones in another camp. Where to go.
The finger tapped on the knee slightly and anxiously waited for the incoming.
"Mr. John, you should go in." In a short time, a large black-bellied administrative black woman hurried to his front and opened his thick lips.
Andi took a sip, pulled the edge of the suit, stood up, revealed a smile that had just been practiced, and lifted his leg into the previous threshold he never imagined.
"What's wrong with Big Boss? In my opinion, there is absolutely no need to talk to those corrupt people who eat people without spitting bones. You have to speak in your fists!"
Far away, one of his men complained dissatisfied.
"That's right, those who only boast about it, except for collecting taxes, disappearing our pensions, what else will they do?" The other one is also extremely dissatisfied.

What do you guys know?
A partner in Antalru said with deep meaning:
Since there is no way to destroy it directly, you have to find a way to join it. People always trust it more than people who trust us. The wisdom of Boss is that you can understand even the guys who can misspelled words?"
Under the discussion of the people, Andilu could not hear. After he had just entered the big tent, hundreds of lawmakers suddenly became stunned. They did not necessarily know him, but did not prevent him from getting some questionnaires about him before. In addition to the willingness to support his parliamentarians, many other members of the House of Representatives began to launch fire attacks at this moment:
"Who is allowing a drug scum to come in?"
"This is an insult to the parliament. I will never look at a rogue and go to the podium of the Holy Spirit!"
"Get him out, this is not a prison, no criminals!"
"I think we need a professional psychiatrist."
"The liar, he is a big liar, I dare to swear to God!"
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In this regard, Andiru's face shook slightly. It seems to be inferior, and it seems to have a heroic anger, blending together, and even the crowd path leading to the rostrum has become illusory.
But he finally resisted, did not pay attention to those who shouted, came to the rostrum. The strength of the rippling body made his spine stand tall and his eyes were also released.
He reached out and seemed to embrace a beam of light, raising his voice and pressing all the attacks. Put the channel:
"Tired to death, um. Ginger! You will be fortunate to see it with your own eyes, from God to give me, and to show you, the greatest miracle in the world..."
"...and I am the last Messiah to be chosen!..."

Chinese camp.
It was a few days since the last time I was summoned. Zheng and the boat got the support from the upper level, and they started his career in the camp.
But the ambition of the fat man is by no means limited to a small camp, how much interest can it be tossed? He needs authorization, and he needs to send people to protect him to the American camp, or to other camps further away, or even to contact the indigenous people on this planet.
Only in this way can we be truly accomplished!
Today he is ready to go to the administrative camp and talk to his secretary of Jinsi Glasses Wang about his planning.
Along the way, the fat man saw many Indians. In the past two days, many Indian refugees came from the south. At first, the camp on the 17th was very nervous for a while, thinking that the legendary duo had attacked, and later passed. After deep understanding, I learned that the Indian city was burned out by a fire!
The fat man did not have much compassion, but he felt that the ill-treatment in the city of India at that time made him feel uncomfortable to sympathize with the Indian refugees who were begging and begging.
But he has no interest in revenge. His ideal is to do his own business. Everything that wastes time and energy is not necessary in his opinion.
However, he does not retaliate. It does not mean that others do not retaliate. On the way, only the incidents that he saw with his own eyes will not be more than a dozen. If it is not a whistle-blowing policeman, he will run over and breathe, at least There are three to make a life.
Even so, every day there are rumors that Indians have been killed. The camp government has to specially set up an international security zone for them, and use a large number of security police to patrol back and forth to avoid larger conflicts.
Most Indians wandered around in the prescribed area all day, waiting for relief from the Chinese camp government, never stepping out of the white line outside the area, and even more afraid of being dragged out by people who were quietly touched at some point in the night. Killed alive or cruelly burned.
Only a small number of people who are so hungry and extremely daring will sneak out of the area. They are completely gambling with their lives. If they can get a little food, they will be forced to deal with one day, and luck is not good, just like Zheng and the boat now. I saw a 30-year-old Indian man caught by a young Chinese man holding a steel bar and slamming his face in the face of death.
The young Chinese seemed to recognize the Indian man. After hitting him, he grabbed his hair and, with the help of two or three companions, pulled like a dead dog and dragged the person to the back of a tent.
Don't be close, the fat man can hear the young man violently roaring:
"You are not jealous!"
"You are not going to rape?"
"Rape my wife, you. Seven people gang my wife! Seven!"
"But are you still people, raped her. I have to kill her, are you a beast!?"
"I let you rape, let you rape... Lao Xiao, no knife, Lao Tzu wants to take him to the rotten!"
"Gangzi, the security police are coming, hurry up and forget."
"Don't kill me, don't kill me. Please don't kill me, I have children..."
"When she asked for you, did you let her go! Ah? Lao Xiao, start!"
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The fat man is not a good person with a good heart. When he hears the last words of the young man, he feels very relieved and very cool. I even want to help them stop the police who came to the police. After all, he is also a person with a head and face, and many people want to give him face.
There was a scream at the back of the tent. The fat man thought that the young people had finished the process. He had to run away and he was ready to help them. I want to go forward and entangle the police officer who is blowing the whistle.
However, at this time, he suddenly heard a crying cry from the tent and bypassed the visual dead corner of the tent. The fat man was surprised to see the young man lying on the ground. Nothing has just been tyrannical, it has already become a tearful person. The hands full of blood kept wiping the nose that ran down with tears, and the whole person seemed to lose power. Only the tears that made the apex of the heart tremble.
"Xiao Xi, I will avenge you, you close your eyes..."
Hearing the cries of the liver and intestines, the police officers stopped the rushing footsteps and silently watched the young man clinging to his mouth wide open because of grief, and his body swayed and struggled in heartbreak. The eyes that are drowned in tears are full of sorrow...
An old security policeman sighed and shook his head: oh!
The kind of coolness that Zheng and the boat had just had nothing to do. I remembered the dark days in the Indian city. It was also a sigh, whether it was the situation of foreigners there, or the situation of Indians in the Chinese camp. All made him more determined, and he must not lose Camp 17.
Lost it, maybe the tragic fate is not as good as a beast!
When I came to the tent of Wang’s secretary, Zheng and the boat re-packed their moods. When they were ready to go in, they heard the voice of someone’s anger coming out:
"What do Americans do? What do you want to do?"
"There is actually an ultimatum for us! Why should we let us quit the site? It is a joke, saying that our technology is too backward, our technology team has destroyed three relics with important military value without going to the door, and it is also destroying the site." What caused great losses, and it is not good for human beings now. After they have completed their investigation and analysis, they will share with us... Is it called sharing?"
"But the meeting has already voted by hand and agreed to withdraw. There is no way. We can't beat them now, especially now, they have a magical ability."
"The Americans without morals and unbelief!"
"They have, we have it, listen to the news brought by the Indians, there is a Chinese who burned their entire camp in a fire, I found someone to identify, that is..."
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Outside the door, Zheng and the boat were silently sighing. He knew that several top figures on the top floor were unwilling to conflict and did not dare to conflict. This is basically the same as his idea. It is the most important thing to make money, but just feel some What about the sac?
When such a thing happened, Secretary Wang didn't have time to see him. He just met. Under such a arrogant situation, the Americans would not talk to him about any business.
After waiting for the day, the next day, Secretary Wang still has no time, Zheng and the boat are not in a hurry, continue to wait, and occasionally can hear some insider inside the tent, which is very helpful for his business, if not The chaotic situation and the secrecy work are basically ineffective, and he has also obtained partial approval. If you want to hear these news, you can only go to the market to sell radishes and buy radishes.
On the third day, the troops stationed at the site were successively withdrawn. The atmosphere in the camp did not know why it was suddenly tense. Zheng and the boat were afraid of the accident and waited outside the tent early in the morning.
Secretary Wang seemed to have not slept overnight, hurriedly walked out of another camp, looked up and saw Zheng and the boat still here, and then lowered his voice and said to him: "It is up, you are ready."
Zheng Zaiqi, according to the atmosphere of the camp, had psychological preparations for speculation, but he was still a bit stunned. He said: "Wang Ge, what happened?"
Secretary Wang looked around and whispered: "Do you know the site?"
Zheng and the boat nodded and did not speak.
Secretary Wang took a breath: "The Americans successfully entered last night. Not long ago, not long ago, I unwittingly opened a huge door like a cockroach and released a thing. At that time, many people died, and the entire expedition team almost When they were all destroyed, even the army could not stop it. The thing went to the American camp, and our people quickly returned."
Zheng and the boat heard some creeps and feared: "Wang brother, what is so powerful?"
Secretary Wang made a small stroke and then suddenly stopped: "You know and don't know the same thing. This matter must be kept secret. I am also telling you with the risk. The above is urgently studying the countermeasures. Before the formal decision, It is strictly forbidden to leak. In short, you can be prepared."
As for what preparations, Zheng and the boat will not ask, if you ask, it seems that you are not level, this is a well-known thing.
In addition to escape, what else can I prepare? It’s just that it’s not easy to say it directly. Fuzzy is the best way to shirk responsibility.
But he does not ask, does not mean that there is no way to know, at least you can see it yourself!
Just when he and Secretary Wang had not finished speaking, they swayed in the mountains for a while, and the sound of guns in the distance rose, and the screams rolled like tides.
Zheng and the boat raised their heads subconsciously, and there was a huge horrible figure in the pupil. They suddenly stayed in the same place, and even the breathing seemed to have forgotten.
After the huge figure, in front of the American camp, Andiru stood in the blood, and a long hole in the palm of his hand, the blood kept pouring.
His face was a little pale, but his figure was still stable.
He paid a huge price to fight and finally got the cheers of people behind him. The blind, the drug addicts, and the criminals will stay away from him. Instead, they will be the heroes of people's minds, even the Messiah. !
As for the life and death of the Chinese, he is not able to take care of it.
At this moment, Chu Yunsheng is standing on a towering giant tree, holding the handle and shouting loudly: "No, once again, the speed must be fast, especially the twelve people you brought with Buteni! Success, come again, I already feel it!"
He frowned, feeling the raging energy, spreading a strong dead air from a distance. In this world, he was afraid that only this non-living person could feel this special atmosphere and sensitively "smell". Let him couldn't help but look southwest.
"Fast, pull, telescope!!!"