A line of tiger tears poured out of Zhao Changlan's eyes, flowing through the nasal hollows on both sides, all the way to the corners of his mouth, and he suddenly felt that his tears were so bitter.

Zhao Ziwei was by Zhao Changlan's side, she didn't know what was going on, so after seeing her brother's appearance, she was frightened, and asked repeatedly: "Brother, brother, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Michael also looked at Zhao Lance with surprised eyes, since he knew this Oriental boy, he was impressed by his magic again and again, in his heart Zhao Lance is already a great husband who eats steel and chews iron, but he didn't expect that now this great husband actually shed sad tears.

Zhao Changshu didn't seem to hear his sister's shout, but just stood on the spot like a wooden stake, a wooden stake that would shed tears.

Just when Zhao Ziwei wanted to go over and touch her brother with her hand, she saw that her brother suddenly ran to a soldier's side, snatched the Type 95 assault rifle from his hand, and rushed to the center of the square like the wind.

Cardiano was trying to pry open the mouths of more than a dozen captives, and suddenly Zhao Changshu rushed past him with a swishing gun, and before he could understand what was going on, he saw Zhao Changshu raise the gun in his hand and shoot at the eleven prisoners, the sound of the gunshot shook people's eardrums, and the strong rifle bullet hit the captive's body like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, constantly swaying.

Zhao Changlan gritted his teeth and was still angry after firing a magazine, and he actually grabbed the slight charge of a Praetorian Guard soldier next to him, and began to shoot again! It was not until the bodies of the eleven captives were broken into a leaky pot and the whole body turned into a blood gourd that he stopped firing, and suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at Bingley's head.

Bentley had been frightened by Zhao Changlan's madness, but he watched the bloody slaughter of Zhao Changshu blankly, until Zhao Changlan pressed the hot muzzle against his head, stimulated by pain, and suddenly woke up.

This guy knelt down in front of Zhao Changshu with a puff, and said with a handful of snot and tears: "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao spares his life!

It wasn't until this time that everyone around them understood what was going on! Looking at Zhao Changlan, who was covered in blood, it was as if he was looking at a bloodthirsty devil.

Cardiano also understood, and he suddenly shouted at Zhao Changlan: "Mr. Zhao, stop! You can't kill him!"

Although Bingley is hateful, he is the son of King Roy after all, and now that he has killed him, he cannot give an account to King Roy. What's more, now that Zhao Changshu has killed all the soldiers of country M, if Bentley is killed by Zhao Changshu again, Bentley will have no proof of his fornication with foreign countries and betraying national interests.

As soon as Zhao Changlan ran towards those soldiers of country M, Zhao Ziwei felt that something was wrong, so she quickly chased after her brother, but her brother's speed was too fast, and when he caught up with his brother, his brother had already broken through all the prisoners.

At this moment, Zhao Ziwei saw that her brother didn't even let go of Prince Bingley, so she hurriedly ran to his side, hugged his waist hard, and roared hoarsely: "Brother, stop! You are committing a crime!"

Zhao Changshu didn't know that he couldn't explain to King Roy after killing Bingley, but the death of the worker greatly stimulated his nerves, and he really couldn't calm the evil anger in his heart! He hated Bingley so much, if it weren't for him, there would be no such turmoil in the Pique Kingdom at all, the workers would not die, the other brothers would not die, and Hong Aaron would not be seriously injured!

Zhao Changlan's face was blue, and his steep lips trembled slightly with extreme sadness and anger, but his hand holding the gun did not move.

Zhao Changlan's heart was also fighting fiercely. However, at this moment, there was a sudden "plop" sound from behind Bentley's buttocks, and then Zhao Changshu smelled a pungent smell of feces. Bingley didn't seem to realize that he was frightened, and he still knelt on the ground with a pale face and kept wailing: "Mr. Zhao spares his life, Mr. Zhao spares his life! You Chinese people have an old saying, you can't kill people more than you nod your head, you spare your life!"

The muzzle of Zhao's spear finally dropped from Bingley's head, not that Bingley's pitiful appearance moved him, but that the pungent smell made him suddenly disdain to kill him.

Zhao Changlan gently tapped his sister's hand on his waist, Zhao Ziwei hurriedly removed her hand from her brother's body, but she still looked at her brother with some worry.

Zhao Changshu didn't speak, left the gun on the ground, turned around lonely, and then walked out of the crowd. Xiao Suo's figure turned out to be pitiful.

Bentley collapsed to the ground, as if all his bones had been stripped of his body, and his eyes became dull again, and only then did he feel the slimy back of his ass.

It wasn't until he walked to the edge of the crowd that Zhao Changshu stopped, and said without looking back: "King Roy has been rescued, arrange for someone to go to the port to greet him." ”

After speaking, Zhao Changshu squeezed through the crowd and walked out.

A loud cheer suddenly erupted in the crowd, dispelling all the haze in the air!

Cardiano and Zhao Ziwei got together, discussed a few words, and then arranged various matters to welcome the king. The government of the Pique Kingdom is almost paralyzed, and the parliamentarians were also injured in the battle just now, and they ran away, and the only ones who could be counted on were Cardiano and Zhao Ziwei.

Under the coordination of the two people, the army and some government departments of the Pico Kingdom were operating efficiently.

An hour later, the royal dock was crowded with dense heads, and standing at the front was the gloomy Zhao Lance, beside him was the honor guard of the Royal Praetorian Guard led by Cartier, with a neat appearance and a high-spirited demeanor. Behind is the government staff led by Zhao Ziwei, and Zhao Ziwei almost brought over all the staff who can work. Further behind them were the people of the Pico Kingdom, and many media reporters were sandwiched in the middle, and the dazzling magnesium lights kept flashing in the crowd.

There were no gongs, no flowers, no noise or talk, they came just to see their dear king, and to see the warriors who had saved the king.

Five 10,000-ton freighters finally appeared in people's field of vision, landed steadily, the ladder was assured, and the soldiers of the two devil training camps carried King Roy on a simple stretcher, and King Roy had passed out and was lying quietly on the stretcher, looking peaceful.

The ambulance, which had already been prepared, whistled its siren, and the paramedics carefully escorted the king to the ambulance, and then whistled to the Royal Hospital.

The brothers of the Devil's Training Camp and the Poison Dragon Society stepped out of the ship, their faces covered in gunpowder and dust, carrying the wounded and corpses. Zhao Changlan, who had been waiting, ran up step by step, his eyes swept over the soldiers one by one.

The four people, the president, the doctor, Zhao Yushan, and the experts, walked at the end, and the workers were not put on a stretcher, but carried by the general manager himself. Everyone had a sad look on their faces.

Seeing Brother Gun walking towards them, he knelt down in front of Zhao Changshu with a puff, and said with tears streaming down his face: "Brother Gun, you punish me!

The doctors, experts, and Zhao Yushan also knelt on the ground after them, bowing their heads without saying a word, and tears continued to drip to the ground like beads of broken threads.

Looking at the pale face of the worker, hot tears appeared in Zhao Changgun's eyes again, and he gently hugged the worker from the back of the general manager into his arms. His movements were so gentle, as if he was afraid of waking up his sleeping brother.

The people around looked at the scene in front of them, and they were all sad, their eyes were moist, and in an instant, they understood what a man's true feelings were.

Just now I saw the soldiers and people who killed people with Zhao Changshu in the square, and suddenly had an illusion in their hearts, in their hearts, Zhao Changshu was no longer a devil, but a hot-blooded man who valued love and righteousness.

Zhao Changshu looked at the worker in his arms, and then looked at the three generals kneeling in front of him, closed his eyes slightly, squeezed the last tear out of his eyes, and then said softly: "Get up, it's not you who are wrong, it's me." Arrange for the brother to personally send the workers home!"

The total three of them finally stopped crying, got up from the ground, and slowly walked towards a car behind Brother Gun, King Roy was sent to the royal hospital, and soon the news came out that King Roy's right leg thigh bone was broken in the earthquake, but this was not fatal, the most serious thing is that King Roy's ribs were broken three, one of which pressed on the lungs, and after being rescued, he was not treated immediately, which made the injury seriously worse, and it was difficult to heal with the medical level of the Pico Kingdom, but the terrible thing is that King Roy's weak body can no longer withstand the toss, so he can only hire doctors from abroad。

Although King Roy's life is dying, he is the Dinghai Divine Needle of the Piqué Kingdom, and as long as he is there, the Piqué Kingdom will not be in chaos.

News of the civil unrest in the Pique Kingdom quickly spread around the world, but almost all the media shunned the involvement of Zhao Changshu and the Marines of Country M, and the reason for this is self-evident.

The day after the end of the battle, the representatives of Hua and M sat together and started difficult negotiations, and finally M was forced by the pressure of the international community and the tough posture of Hua in Southeast Asia to lift the blockade of the Piqu Kingdom, and agreed to put the matter of the Piqu Kingdom on the agenda of the United Nations General Assembly.

A Gulfstream passenger plane took off from Maryland International Airport in country M, and on board was a surgeon from the Hopkins School of Medicine Hospital, and intern Dr. Sheran Lan was among them. They were invited by the Kingdom of Pico to go to the Kingdom of Pico to operate on King Roy.

With the tremendous assistance of the international community, the economic strength of the Pikka Kingdom began to recover rapidly, not only the food problem was solved, but the vigorous construction was gradually rolled out, and the scale of the Royal Hospital of the Piqu Kingdom was also greatly expanded.

The Piqué Kingdom is gradually recovering its former vitality, but Zhao Changshu has not come out of the shadow of the sudden loss of his brother, and his mental condition is getting worse and worse, and his negative emotions have even infected the brothers around him.