It was a soldier sitting in the middle of the crowd, tall, angular, with his hands on his shoulders and an undisguised contempt in his eyes.

Sun Lin's face turned red with anger, it was not the first time she had experienced a similar situation, the current Chinese national strength was weak, although the territory was vast, but the status on the entire world stage was not even comparable to neighboring South Korea.

In the face of this so-called superiority of the race and the crushing of national strength, although she fought on the basis of reason every time, what she finally reaped was still contemptuous ridicule.

"Hahaha!"

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd, and the soldier who spoke straightened his chest and put on a smug look.

Lieutenant Colonel Packard sat not far from him, his face calm, but at this time, his inaction often represented a disguised encouragement.

Sun Lin looked at Bill Landa beside him as if asking for help, he was actually a person in charge of the Imperial Division, he was able to talk directly to the senators, and the hidden power in his hands was extremely great.

But for Sun Lin's request for help, Bill didn't seem to see it, he just looked at Victor who was explaining at the front desk and motioned him to continue.

Sun Lin was trembling with anger and was about to say something, but a young black man standing beside him pulled her sleeve and pulled her back.

"Brooks, don't stop me!" Sun Lin said with an angry face.

The black young man known as Brooks shook his head, he was the only one other than Bill Landa who knew the entire plan of action.

Not long ago, he accompanied Bill Landa to Washington, D.C., where he met with the senators, and although Bill Landa appeared to be glamorous, in fact the entire imperial plan had reached a point where it was difficult. The bottomless pit of money has been invested, but little has been achieved.

This was Bill's last chance, and if they didn't get anything out of Skull Island, their plans wouldn't be able to be reactivated in a short period of time.

"It's useless, Sun Lin."

"In the eyes of some people, racism is so deeply rooted that even the law cannot correct their perceptions......"

As a black man, Brooks has been able to get to where he is today, and he has obviously endured countless times more discrimination and slander than Sun Lin.

"Let's just think it's a mad dog biting!"

Brooks looked embarrassed, "We need their helicopter transport, and we can't do without their escort on the island, bear with me." ”

The blood on Sun Lin's face faded, and she needed to endure it so as not to let herself break out, and on the other hand, she desperately tried to hold back the grievances in her eyes.

Lowering her head, she has never been so eager for the strength of her motherland as she was at this moment, and she has never been so eager for someone to stand up and say a fair word for her.

Eyes swept to the side, and the performance of everyone in the field was fully visible, some coaxed, some watched coldly, and some frowned and showed disgust.

But no one, no one spoke.

"If it was a black person who was insulted, I am afraid that the situation on the field would be different, just because I am Chinese, am I the only outlier here?" Sun Lin's heart was filled with inexplicable sadness.

Her gaze eventually stopped on the face of the other person standing nearby.

Mawson.

This Chinese who has the same blood as her.

But to Sun Lin's disappointment, Mo Sen's face was calm, and even a little sad and joyless, he just stood aside so quietly, carefully observing the reactions of everyone in the field.

Isn't he ashamed? Aren't you angry?! Sun Lin's heart swelled with anger far greater than before.

"Others have already pointed their noses and scolded them in the face!"

"Ahem!"

Victor on the podium coughed lightly twice, and was about to continue speaking, when the American soldier in the crowd spoke again.

"I don't think it's better to take those two Chinese with you in this operation."

"If it weren't for their foolishness, how would we have ended up in the Vietnam War?"

"Who knows what they're going to do in this operation?"

As soon as the man's words fell, he felt a huge force hit his collar, and the whole person was uncontrollably ripped out and smashed into the glass baffle.

Cracking sound.

The sharp shards of glass scratched his body, and he fell dizzy, and before he could stand up, a big foot aimed at his head and stomped hard.

"Ahh

"It hurts!"

Half of his face was stepped into the glass shards, accompanied by a seeping grinding sound, and everyone seemed to be able to see his face being crushed and worn by the glass shards!

"Stop!"

"Let go of me!" A muffled wail came from his mouth.

It all happened so fast that it took a few seconds for everyone in the room to react.

Sun Lin's eyes widened, and she looked at the back not far away.

Is this still the flamboyant Mawson? Is this still the cowardly coward who she thinks has no national pride and is as timid as a mouse?

The expression on Mawson's face did not change in the slightest, as calm as ever, he stepped on half of the soldier's face with one foot, no matter how the other man wailed, but did not show the slightest pity.

This kind of indifference and cruelty formed a strange visual impact, and Sun Lin, who usually prides herself on being a peaceful person, felt indescribable happiness in her heart at this moment, and the depression just now was swept away.

She can't wait to clap her hands and kick that guy a few more times!

"Help me!"

"Head! Help me! ”

Intimidated by Mawson's might, no one stepped forward to stop him for a while, and it was not until he heard the wailing of the soldier on the ground again that Lieutenant Colonel Packard suddenly reacted.

"What are you doing, stop me!"

Lieutenant Colonel Packard strode forward.

Mawson turned his head, and a fierce cloud exploded in his eyes, "Stop?"

He snorted.

"Heaven is still too merciful, and I want to see that some people don't deserve the right to speak at all!"

"In order to prevent him from making mistakes again, it is better to tear his mouth apart!"

As he spoke, he slammed it the ground, this time with a scalp-tinging grinding sound, and a bloody streak was rubbed on the ground.

There is rotten meat on the ground that has fallen off the skin of the face!

The soldier at Mawson's feet convulsed a few times in severe pain before fainting.

"You dare to touch my people!?"

Lieutenant Colonel Packard's eyes were cracked, a murderous look in his eyes erupted, and he reached for his waist.

"Lieutenant Colonel, stop!"

There was a shout from behind him, but at this time, Lieutenant Colonel Packard had already lost his mind, no matter who it was, as long as he dared to stop in front of him, he would not hesitate to pull the trigger!

Laugh at!

Lieutenant Colonel Packard felt a chill in his neck, followed by a surge of warmth, and his right hand, which he had drawn, froze there.

At some point, a long, narrow and sharp shard of glass appeared between his neck.

A wound had been cut on the surface of the skin, blood was running down it, and Lieutenant Colonel Packard remained in a position of drawing his gun.

Cold sweat crackled down his forehead.

"Pull out the gun?"

Mawson raised an eyebrow.

The corners of his mouth showed a hint of murderous intent, and he grinned toothily.

"You can give it a try and see if it's you fast or I'm fast?!"