Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

New Territories.

suburbs.

A factory building, opposite.

The senior inspector of the Flying Tigers, "Fang Keming", holding a sniper rifle, stood in front of the window and moved his perspective, and finally found the target through the factory window...

Inside the scope, the red cross scale firmly locks the target chest...

He breathed comfortably, and preached calmly: "Report Sir Chen, lock the target!"

"Group B is ready!"

"Group C is ready!"

Chen Jiaju was carrying a shotgun, wearing a bulletproof helmet and a bulletproof vest.

He made a gesture: "Go!"

"Puff!" A police officer kicked and opened the factory door. Chen Jiaju raised his shotgun and squatted forward with his legs alternately. With a very standard offensive posture, he personally led a group of criminal department officers to make a frontal breakthrough.

"Da da da da." The factory building suddenly burst into flames, and bullets flew up, turning it into a violent battlefield.

The leader of the 701 unit "Xiong Ju" three members of the 701 unit raised their weapons and immediately launched a counterattack with the help of the terrain.

"Boom! Boom!" A series of explosions sounded in the workshop, taking the lead in detonating the battle!

Peninsula Hotel.

Shalena, dressed in dignified clothes and beautiful makeup, walked in the crowd with a few senior officials of the Shixing Group.

She was holding a wine glass, talking decently, caring for a group of Chinese who were the first to fall to the Zhuang family, but turned a blind eye to the swingers and rebels on the other side.

At this moment, Mr. Zhuang has not yet appeared!

This caused some swingers who participated in the reception to be a little upset. I don't know why Zhuang Shikai approached them. Is it true that they are hanging out to watch the scenery? The dance floor in the hotel lobby has been opened, and the charity auction has also opened in the other corner.

The public reception is very well arranged, but most people who come to participate in the reception are not thinking about "entertainment", and are still paying close attention to the dynamics of the owner.

They knew that Lord Zhuang must have something to talk about, otherwise it would be impossible to make such a big show! Therefore, not only has the number of people coming to the scene not decreased, but gradually increased.

Some Chinese, ghost politicians, some folk teachers, and educators all heard the news and took the initiative or were invited to come to the Peninsula Hotel to participate in the reception.

Anyone can come to this public cocktail party!

The hall is full of three or four hundred people standing...

At this time, the lights of the cocktail party went out, and on the main stage, a projector turned and projected to the big screen. The cocktail party suddenly fell silent and began to play an expansion...

Hundreds of people are wearing suits, dresses, and holding champagne.

They have different races, different positions, and different looks, but they all turned to look at the projection screen.

Black and white photos one after another.

The curtain rolls.

"In 1842, the first Opium War failed, and the decadent Qing dynasty signed the "Nanjing Treaty", ceding Hong Kong Island and the British Empire."

"In 1860, the Qing dynasty again defeated the British and French coalition forces, and shamefully signed the "Beijing Treaty" and ceded the southern part of the Kowloon Peninsula."

"In 1898, the British side signed the "Exhibition and Extension of the Hong Kong Boundary Site" and a series of other lease treaties with the Qing court to lease more than two hundred outlying islands in the northern part of the Kowloon Peninsula, the New Territories and neighboring islands, except for the Kowloon Walled City. 99 years."

"At this point, the Chinese on Hong Kong Island have begun a century-old career of self-reliance and enduring humiliation..."

In the photo, there are skinny and lifeless Chinese people, silhouettes of broken walls and bombardment.

And this is not a movie!

It is a true portrayal of the century of Hong Kong Island and the century of Chinese...

The people at the scene began to fall into silence. The ghosts among them had different expressions, but many of the Chinese quietly put down their wine glasses with tears in their eyes.

"Da da, da da da." Yuan Haoyun was excited, holding guns in both hands, pulling the trigger again and again, shooting a line of fire, killing a member of the 701 unit.

After investigation by the Intelligence Section, due to the scattered activities of the 701 Troops, not all of them were gathered in one place, so twelve action teams received their tasks and acted separately.

Yuan Haoyun personally led a team member and took the lead and rushed into the target warehouse.

"Bang bang bang!" In this abandoned steel warehouse, a female assassin wearing a leather jacket and a mask, clutching a suspended hemp rope with one hand, flew out with a gun from the third floor of the warehouse and aimed at the downstairs. Police officer pulled the trigger.

"Dangdang!" The bullet hit the steel embryo, the cargo box, and several police officers were shot and fell to the ground.

After Yuan Haoyun rolled on the spot and hid in the bunker, he held guns in both hands and said anxiously: "You are going to die!"

"Puff! Puff! Puff!" Two flying tiger squads dangling ropes kicked through the window, threw them into the warehouse, and fired quickly with their submachine guns: "Da da da."

"Puff!" Ruolan, a beautiful member of Troop 701, let go of her hands and fell to the ground, sieving her body.

Don’t hang on a swing! Are you better than a group of people swinging on a swing alone? Yuan Haoyun has support!

"Cut." Zhou Xingxing was tied with a lock on his waist, echoing in the air, holding the rope with one hand and the gun with one hand.

He tugged at the corner of his mouth and sneered disdainfully.

The Peninsula Hotel, the lobby screen, hundreds of guests stand under the stage.

They looked at the historical photos flashed on the screen, some were sad and angry, some were angry, some laughed, and some were inferior...

"The Chinese on Hong Kong Island have food, clothing and clothing, which continues to this day."

"It is not the pity of the British Empire, but the sweat, blood, and hard work of every generation of Chinese and every compatriot."

"Now the British Hong Kong Government is about to carry out the "Education Reform Action" before the return. What is to be changed? Not for more advanced science and more precious knowledge, but to change the most precious spirit of our Chinese! The most worthy of vigilance in history !"

at last.

The text on the screen starts to point the question.

The Chinese in the venue held their breath.

The meat show is here!

Zhuangye is about to appear, is to win, threaten, and is a temptation, and then you can see it immediately.

But not every Chinese can be vigilant when looking back at the humiliating history of the nation! Full of blood! Some people have their bones weakened, and they have begun to deny national pride, worship the superiority of foreigners, and have some yellow skin and white hearts.

"Puff!" Before the ghosts spoke, a young Chinese smashed the glass in his hand and shouted: "If you lose, you lose. Foreign education is superior. Why can't we support reform?"

At this time, everyone at the scene turned to look at him.

He also seemed to enjoy the eyes of everyone, and exclaimed with emotion: "Now reforming our education will be superior to the mainland. Even if we return after 1997, our children and grandchildren will be better than the mainlanders!"

"You should think about it for your own benefit."

The ghosts looked at him with admiration, while a handful of Chinese bureaucrats fell into thinking. Many educators moved their mouths, influenced by the limitations of their vision, and did not know how to refute it from a perspective.

At this moment, the public reception is an open academic battlefield. Since Zhuang Shikai dared to use the public two-character sign to maximize his influence on the education sector, he must accept the "ghosts" to grab this battlefield.

This young man who speaks loudly may be an elite sent by Gui Lao, or a representative of the resistance faction. In short, he has the right to speak, and the theory has a supporting point.

At this time, all the security guards on the first floor of the Peninsula Hotel were replaced by police officers from the Security Department. An inspector of the security department saw that the situation was not right. He immediately pinched the headset and whispered to the chief officer: "Zhuo Sir, do you want to take the person away?"

Several security officers exchanged glances and were ready to do something.

Zhuo Jingquan was holding a wine glass, standing at a table, knocking pistachios and preaching: "Don't mess up, let him say!"

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Is there any credibility?

Zhuo Jingquan threw away the two shells in his hands, with a cool expression, and said in secret: "Wait for a good show."

"Yes, sir." Several police officers retreated, put their hands in front of their abdomens, and continued to perform security tasks...

At this time, a man in a black suit, a neat tie and a neat haircut took to the stage!

I saw him pushing a wheelchair, his eyes piercing, and shouting to everyone: "Funny line!"

"The mainland has reformed and opened up, and vigorously developed the economy. The one billion population is the largest in Asia. It is not only the largest market, but also the largest power!"

"Hong Kong Island has a population of one million and the region is limited. What do you compare?"

Zhuang Shikai pushed Mr. Feng up to the high stage and looked back at the audience. After the "silly line" was first slammed ~www.readwn.com~, after setting the tone, he said loudly: "The education reform plan formulated by the British side is to Cultural extermination and spiritual castration of the Chinese!"

"Let the Chinese on Hong Kong Island and the Mainland go the other way!"

"At that time, the mainland will be the mainstream of the future. You will fight the future? Ha ha, your poor sense of superiority will only become a sad joke..."

"You!" The young man stood under the stage and raised his finger to Zhuang Shikai, his face turned and purple, and he wanted to speak, but Zhuang Shikai rushed to say: "Strengthen the Chinese culture and embrace the mainland market! Only then will the development of Hong Kong Island be more important. Good! Everything else is taking Hong Kong Island to a fork in the road!"

But no one looks at Zhuang Shikai now.

More guests in the audience focused on the gentleman in the wheelchair.

I saw an old woman wearing a white suit on her upper body, with blankets on her legs and a straight waist. She was sitting on a chair and looked at everyone kindly.

"Mr. Feng."

"Mr. Feng."

"It turned out to be Mr. Feng..."

The old woman's aging face, snow-white skin, smiled and piled up with folds, it was difficult to hide the traces of time. However, many Chinese bureaucrats in the Education Bureau, and even some ghost politicians recognized who it was, and spoke with an excited expression of Mr.

She has come back!

Come back with the strength of Hong Kong Island!

The young people in the audience pursed their lips, a little unwilling, and wanted to say more, but stopped the person next to them: "Stop! There is no place in front of Mr. Feng for you to rant!

The middle-aged director next to him showed viciousness. The young man was warned and immediately shut his mouth, but said in his heart: "Who is Mr. Feng?"

Zhuang Shikai set up Mr. Feng's wheelchair and stood behind him as a disciple. Mr. Feng put his hands on the blanket on his knees and said softly: "I heard that someone wants to break our seed and destroy our soul, I Had to come back."