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Among the people who fell, there were very few intact corpses, and most of them were instantly torn apart by that powerful wave of qi.

Under the blow, there was no one standing within ten meters.

And the people behind suddenly saw this scene, as if they had seen the demon plague god, and they only hated that their father and mother were missing two legs, and they were running around.

"Those who offend me in Huaxia will be punished even if they escape!"

Chen Linjun was like a red-eyed demon god, the soles of his feet buckled downward, his hands slapped to the ground, his body jumped up rapidly, like a big peng spreading his wings, leaning forward, and swooping towards those who fled.

At a distance of more than ten meters, Chen Linjun actually came in an instant, appearing like a ghost behind the thugs.

You're a bunch of dead ghosts anyway, and I don't care if you know who I am.

When those people turned around in horror and even wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, Chen Linjun didn't say a word, and it was another Tianyang Divine Skill.

This was repeated three times, and Chen Linjun looked at it, and only one thug escaped by chance, and he was already dozens of meters away.

Perhaps as soon as he realized that the momentum in front of him was not right, he had already started to run.

Such a person let him escape, and it will be a big scourge in the future, and he may be even more crazy to take revenge on this society and country.

So Chen Linjun bent down, pulled out a dagger from the body of a thug, stared at him, raised his right hand, and the dagger came out of his hand.

"Poof!" the dagger scurried towards the gangster like an arrow from a string.

Maybe he didn't think that the other party could kill him without shooting, so the thug just ran away. When there was a sudden whistling sound of compressed air in his back, he felt that something was wrong, and just as he was about to look back, he heard a "poof" sound, and then he involuntarily cut his head to the ground.

After finishing the second half of the thug, Chen Linjun turned around and rushed to the front.

He found that the two brothers, although they were fine, were surrounded by rivals.

Obviously, the other party also has a few people who can fight, after all, the most capable of fighting is of course rushing to the front.

After dealing with the people in the back, Chen Linjun was also a little relieved, after all, there are only about thirty people left in front of him now, and there are three brothers of his own, are you afraid that you can't do it, as long as you kill them close to each other and don't let them shoot.

Five minutes later, an earth-shattering war was over.

The two Black Tiger brothers hung a little color, but they were all skin injuries.

Seeing that all the invading enemies had been subdued, Chen Linjun left with his brother.

SWAT officers swarmed up and surrounded the scene.

Soon the foreign instructor was brought into the interrogation room, and the "mercenaries" he brought with him, after the final count, thirty of them died, twenty were wounded, and only ten were not injured, and they were also scared half stupid. Because they feel that today they are not fighting with people, but with the gods and spirits, and people are naturally vulnerable in front of gods and ghosts.

When the men were escorted into the provincial hall, the old bell of the downtown building outside rang twelve.

The celebration of the Independence Day of the 60th Jiazi in China was a complete success.

For the Ministry of State Security and related departments, it was the most thrilling day, but fortunately, safety was ensured after all.

Early the next morning, people who like to watch TV and surf the Internet were surprised to find that in addition to the news that the Huaxia Tianlong Reservoir was almost bombed and the Yinnan Provincial Government Square was almost bombed filled the screen and the Internet, there was also a breaking news.

At about 12 o'clock last night, the director of the CIA of country F was in a bad mood because of family reasons, and went up to the rooftop for a walk, but he stepped on the air carefully and fell from the 28th floor.

Is that weird? Did you really fall?

Many people are suspicious and wonder, could it be related to the failure of the national terrorist activities in country F?

Even if a CIA director commits suicide and apologizes, can he cover this great crime?

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the second press conference was held as scheduled.

An Shuntian introduced the incident that later happened when the mob attacked the police department in an attempt to save General Shi Teqiu.

This time, An Shuntian clearly announced to reporters around the world: "Country F planned and instigated this terrorist activity against a sovereign state. We have summoned the diplomats of country F in China, lodged a strong protest, and made it clear that we will report this state terrorist incident to the United Nations!"

It's a big deal, and it's something that any journalist can think of. Terrorist activities against a sovereign State, and every step is shocking. Hua Xia didn't immediately launch an iron-blooded counterattack, which was already considered reasonable.

A reporter asked: "In addition to protests at the diplomatic level, does the Chinese government have any clearer retaliatory actions?"

These words were very direct, and everyone looked at Minister of State Security An Shuntian and Vice Minister Qiao of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs sitting in the middle of the rostrum.

"Bang!" An Shuntian slapped the table with unexpected force.

In this kind of press conference, the table is very rare. However, none of the reporters present thought that An Shuntian had undermined diplomatic etiquette, but instead felt that a person like him was a person who really thought about the country and would not care about the bad comments of his own personal reputation.

Not only slapped the table vigorously, An Shuntian also stood up in a strange silence, pointed to the sky, looked into the distance, his eyes were firm, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone knows that if this happened in some countries, it may have launched a ruthless revenge last night. However, our China is a country with a long civilization, and has always advocated dressing people with etiquette and touching virtue. Since the hawkish president of country F came to power, he has repeatedly made trouble on the border and in the adjacent sea, bullying and oppressing the Chinese people......"

An Shuntian paused when he said this, his voice was a little choked, and he seemed to be extremely angry.

All the cameras were on him, and everyone was waiting with bated breath for him to continue.

An Shuntian waved his hand, "We have always protested and endured." But they have intensified so much that the people feel that we are weak and do not fit in with the image of a great power. This time, what I want to say is that if you can't bear it, you don't need to endure it anymore, and those who offend me will be punished even if they are far away!!!"

Although it is far away, it will be punished, and although it is far away, it will be punished......

An Shuntian's words have been echoing over the press conference.

The scene of "Papapa...... burst into thunderous applause.

There is much help for the righteous, but little help for the unjust.

On the same day, many countries announced the severance of diplomatic relations with country F.