Female president's private killer

He was sure that as soon as he spoke, the other party would climb up the pole. First, they want to see what kind of person they are, who is rumored to be Huang Shengtian's successor. Sometimes things that can't be seen on the outside can be exposed in a few words.

Second, it is the signal they send to those who are in power in China around them.

Ye Jingguo was assassinated, Huang Shengtian was seriously ill, and Qin demon was at the height of the sun!

So they dare to provoke in front of the God of the army. They are bound to win!

However, what kind of person and status I am, a small shrimp also pretends to be a shark with me.

Originally, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, Duan Tiandao, who had been provoked, smiled at Wang Congxi, who was more and more stiff, and then turned his head and spit on the ground.

An invisible commotion swept the crowd quickly.

Chinese generals and senior officials looked at Duan Tiandao with complex eyes. No matter which party's members, they did not expect that Fang Chutian, who should maintain a good image and humility, strive for the favor of the Chinese high-level, support and recognition, sent out his first voice on the Chinese land in this way.

Bah!

"Fang Chutian. You have something to go first. "

The commotion of the crowd. With Huang Shengtian gently waving his hand. It was like the treetops without the wind, which immediately quieted down.

"Let's go." Huang Shengtian said to Huang Xiaolei.

When the wheelchair passed by Wang Congxi, the old man said faintly: "Lieutenant General Wang Congxi, remember to say hello to the guests next time. I don't want Chinese soldiers to be accused of being uneducated."

There was a dead silence on the pier. Huang Shengtian's words are light but powerful.

Wang Congxi's face was blue and white. For a time, there was anger and grievance. Although he was indeed instructed to let Fang Chutian feel the pressure at the first time when he arrived here and let him understand that China is not a place he can intervene, in fact, he hasn't said anything!

Wang Congxi was about to open his mouth to argue, but he was gently pulled by Jiang Shengyi beside him. He could only turn his head away angrily.

"After the presidential election, I'm going to hold a banquet. Since everyone is here today, I don't need to inform one by one.". Surrounded by the crowd, Huang Shengtian walked to the port hall and said to Shi Tianhao: "at that time, I have something important to announce about the Chinese army and the military headquarters. Before that, I will talk to all parties. "

Huang Shengtian's words floated in his ears. Jiang Shengyi and others looked at Duan Tiandao walking to another special passage on the left side of the hall under the leadership of an assistant officer of Huang Shengtian.

Is there a war, not even a real... Even a language conflict?

It feels like two fighting dogs who have been provoked intolerably. As soon as they open the iron cage in the middle, they bite together.

So intense.

Accompanied by the assistant officer, Duan Tiandao walked alone through the long special passage into the port hall. From the dock to the hall, there are Chinese soldiers in charge of vigilance along the way.

The soldiers stood upright with guns and did not squint. Officers or three or two people stand together, or patrol back and forth, or press multifunctional communication headphones to quickly convey orders.

When Duan Tiandao walked past the crowd, except the two soldiers at the entrance raised their hands to salute, others in the distance only stood quietly, with cold faces and indifferent eyes.

As one of the countless soldiers in China, these guards need to train intensively and perform dangerous tasks every day. The only way to deal with this life is not to pay too much attention.

For them, a lieutenant general passing by is no different from a pig. Most people looked straight ahead, not even glancing at Duan Tiandao's face. In China, where there are so many generals, who would be interested in a lieutenant general?

Soldiers of this size are usually civilian officers. If sent to the front, I'm afraid I won't live 24 hours.

Duan Tiandao passed through the passage and entered the port hall.

The port hall is magnificent, with a length of more than two kilometers and a width of more than 600 meters. It has 100 waiting halls and 50 aircraft platforms. The sunlight filtered through the beamless ceiling spanning 600 meters and covered the empty hall with a warm and dreamy color.

On the upper floor of 50 meters high, dozens of transparent pipe corridors crisscross. Fountain like advertising screens hung in the air.

Duan Tiandao went out of the special passage and lit a cigarette at the exit. Halfway through the smoke, a burst of rapid footsteps of mecha came from the channel.

Twenty one black devil mecha, under the shocked gaze of the Chinese guard soldiers, three steps, five steps and one sentry, ran along the spacious corridor.

The first one was the "logic" driven by Ye Wanqing. Behind him was a standard escort queue of 20 mecha war gods such as Hargrove.

The ferocious devil shape, light pace and swallow like posture of the machine armor make it hard to believe that it is a machine armor weighing more than 40 tons, rather than 21 sudden ghosts.

Even with iron discipline, an invisible commotion still rippled among the guards and soldiers. Although the soldiers did not speak, let alone scream, they even kept their composure, and their standing posture did not change at all. However, their eyes have exposed everything.

Several officers who were whispering turned quickly and stared at the passing mecha in horror.

An officer's eyes crossed the mecha and landed on Duan Tiandao's face. He seems to think of something. His mouth is open enough to put a big duck egg!

They can ignore a middle-aged man who can't be found in the crowd among hundreds of billions of people in the world, but how can they ignore these devil mecha they have seen on TV countless times?

The images of the fierce army slaughtering the adjudicators are still playing in their minds. In front of them, these almost legendary Chinese 12th generation mecha and the mecha soldiers driving them have appeared alive less than ten meters away from them and galloped by like a gust of wind.

Just like in a sunny morning, when I just opened my bleary eyes, I saw 21 gods of war driving golden chariots, carrying candlelight golden Trident, driving Tianma galloping through the sky with hooves and flames, wrapped in flaming red clouds all over the sky, passing by me. Its grand occasion can no longer be expressed only by shock!

Duan Tiandao took a hard sip of the cigarette, and the cigarette end suddenly lit up and shortened a large part quickly. The smooth metal plate next to the trash can reflects the passage above the hall. Red cigarette butts shine in the mirror image.

Duan Tiandao threw away his cigarette butts and looked up.

In the transparent tubular channel, the indifferent figure of Huang Xiaolei pushing a wheelchair is clearly visible. Huang Shengtian sat in a moving wheelchair, looked ahead and whispered with Shi Tianhao.

Around them, countless eyes were cast like stage lights and gathered on 21 black devil mecha. Everyone's eyes were so complex.

Duan Tiandao grinned foolishly and turned to a large plane waiting at platform 3. On the platform, a Chinese officer who regained consciousness looked at the flying mecha with envious eyes and politely ordered the soldiers to open the hatch of the cargo hold.

Duan Tiandao walked into the cabin door without looking back. The eyes of those adults and objects are isolated from the silver white streamlined shell of the aircraft.

This is not a threat at all.

This is just an announcement.

He came with a fierce army and twenty-one vehicles were enough to stir up the storm in this place.

You will understand what should be done if there is no evidence!

Eat mine, spit it out, take mine and give it back to me. If you mess with me, wash your ass and wait!

The plane landed at the airport in the western suburb of Shangjing.

Duan Tiandao declined the kindness of the assistant officer and left more than a dozen luxury cars waiting on the apron, together with the waiting drivers.

Only thirty convoys and a pilot car were allowed to lead the way for the fierce army. Go to the first Shangjing army hospital where Li Xinghai is located.

After ye Jingguo's death, China has been in chaos. In such a period of life and death struggle, it is inevitable that some people take risks at a critical juncture.

The mecha sped all the way on the high road in Beijing.

From the airport in the western suburbs to the hospital in the urban area, he ran at a speed of 150 kilometers per hour for nearly two hours. Along the way, countless private mecha and cars sped along the road like intertwined ribbons.

The industrial area outside the city can't see the end at a glance. Heavy freight trucks and trains, loaded with industrial raw materials and goods, gather here and disperse around. This is the heart of China. Its beating is still strong.

Under the hard armor defense of the giant of the Republic of China, the war sweeping mankind is far from the time to frighten and anxiety the city.

"Ye Wanqing, do you think the old man will be in danger?" Duan Tiandao stared at the city outside the aircraft cabin and asked anxiously.

"No!" Ye Wanqing's voice was gentle and firm. Ye Wanqing looked strangely calm. At the moment she heard the news that her father was assassinated, she didn't even shake, so she began to continue her work.

No one knows what her heart is like, whether she has tried to think of such a situation countless times, whether she has enough psychological endurance, or is struggling to suppress it.

No one mentioned it in front of her. She didn't say it and Duan Tiandao didn't ask.

The mecha team, watched by countless people in surprise, arrived at the first army hospital. With the certificates of the accompanying assistant officers, the journey is unimpeded. When I first saw Li Xinghai lying in the intensive care unit, the whole world suddenly became quiet.

The fierce Army soldiers couldn't bear to stop at the beginning. Ye Wanqing, who was originally calm, covered her mouth. Tears suddenly poured out of her eyes, like an explosion after being suppressed for too long.

Duan Tiandao walked slowly to the glass window of the intensive care unit and leaned his face against the cold glass.

The man lying inside, named Li Xinghai, is general Hua Xia.

He is not a famous general. He has many shortcomings.

Duan Tiandao bit his teeth.

Where is the man lying in the ward, or the fat man who always looks at himself with loving eyes, smiles, pats his shoulder and tells himself that he is proud of himself?

Lying there is a monster with scorched black all over, covered with bloody wounds and blisters!

His body was filled with all kinds of pipes and surrounded by all kinds of instruments.

He was groaning and wriggling with difficulty, and there was unbearable pain on his completely deformed face.

Duan Tiandao, like a little beast looking at his injured parents, stuck his face on the glass.