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Chapter 660 She Came Back With Her Strength (Please Subscribe, Please Ask For A Monthly Pass)

New Territories.

suburbs.

A factory building, opposite.

"Fang Keming", a senior inspector of the Flying Tigers, held 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 is tightly locked on the target's chest...

He breathed slowly, and said calmly: "Report to Sir Chen, lock on the target!"

"Group B is ready!"

"Group C is ready!"

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

He made a gesture: "Go!"

"Hey!" A police officer raised his foot and kicked open the factory door. Chen Jiaju raised his shotgun, squatted forward alternately, and personally led a group of police officers from the criminal department to break through in a very standard offensive posture.

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

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

"Boom! Boom!" A series of explosions sounded in the workshop, and the battle was first detonated!

Peninsula Hotel.

Salina was dressed dignifiedly, with beautiful makeup, and walked among the crowd with several senior executives of the Shixing Group.

I saw her holding a glass of wine, speaking decently, caring for a group of Chinese who were the first to fall to the Zhuang family, but turning a blind eye to the swingers, contradictory factions, and factions on the other side.

And at this moment, Mr. Zhuang has not yet appeared!

This caused some of the swingers who participated in the reception to be a little annoyed. They wondered why Zhuang Shikai was looking for them. Could it be that they were just waiting to see the scenery? The dance floor in the hotel lobby has been opened, and the charity auction has also started in the other corner.

The arrangement of the public reception was very good, but most of the people who came to the reception did not pay attention to "entertainment", and still paid close attention to the news of Master Zhuang.

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

Some Chinese, ghost politicians, some private teachers and educators heard the news one after another, and either took the initiative or were invited to come to the Peninsula Hotel to participate in the reception.

Anyone can come to this public reception!

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

At this moment, the lights of the reception were turned off, and on the main stage, a projector turned and projected onto the big screen. The scene of the reception suddenly fell into silence, and an expansion film began to play...

Hundreds of people dressed in suits, gowns, and held champagne.

They were of different races, positions, and looks, but they all turned their heads to look at the projection screen.

A black and white photo.

The curtain rolls.

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

"In 1860, the Qing Dynasty defeated the British and French allied forces again, signed the "Beijing Treaty" in shame, and ceded the southern part of the Kowloon Peninsula."

"In 1898, the British side signed the "Extension of Hong Kong Boundary Site" and a series of other lease treaties with the Qing court, and leased more than 200 outlying islands in the northern part of the Kowloon Peninsula, the New Territories and adjacent outlying islands, except for the Kowloon Walled City. 99 years."

"At this point, the Chinese on Hong Kong Island have begun to rely on themselves and endure humiliation for a hundred years..."

In the photos, there are skinny Chinese with lifeless faces, and silhouettes of ruined walls and bombed buildings.

And this is not a movie!

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

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

"Da da, da da da." Yuan Haoyun was excited, held the gun in both hands, pulled the trigger again and again, fired a line of fire, and killed a member of Unit 701.

After investigation by the intelligence department, due to the scattered activities of the 701 troops, they were not all gathered in one place, so the twelve action teams received tasks and acted separately.

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

"Bang bang bang!" In this abandoned steel warehouse, a female killer wearing a leather jacket and a mask grabbed a hemp rope hanging from the ceiling with one hand, flew out from the third floor of the warehouse with a gun, and aimed at the people downstairs. police officer pulls the trigger.

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

Yuan Haoyun rolled around on the spot and hid in the bunker, holding guns in both hands and said urgently: "Go to hell!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Two Flying Tiger squads hanging from ropes kicked through the window, flung them into the warehouse, and fired rapidly with their submachine guns: "Da da da."

"Hey!" Ruolan, a beautiful member of the 701 unit, let go of her hands and fell to the ground, her body was already smashed into a sieve.

It's not that you can hang on a swing! Is your swing alone better than a group of people? Yuan Haoyun has support!

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

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

The Peninsula Hotel, the lobby screen, hundreds of guests standing in the audience.

Looking at the historical photos that flashed on the screen, some were sad, some were angry, some were ridiculed, and some felt inferior...

"The Chinese on Hong Kong Island can afford food and clothing and have continued to this day."

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

"Now the Hong Kong British government is about to carry out the "Education Reform Action" before the reunification. What should be changed? Not for more advanced science and more precious knowledge, but for the most precious spirit of our Chinese! The most vigilant history !"

finally.

The text on the screen began to point questions.

The Chinese people in the venue held their breath.

The meat show is coming!

Master Zhuang is about to appear on the stage, whether it is to win over, threaten, or lure, you can see clearly what happens next.

But not every Chinese can be vigilant when looking back at the humiliating history of the nation! Full of enthusiasm! Some people's bones weakened, and they began to deny the pride of the nation and worship the superiority of foreign races.

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

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

He also seemed to enjoy the attention of everyone, and he said with emotion: "Now that we reform our education, our superiority will be stronger than that of the mainland. Even if the post-97 return, our children and grandchildren will be better than those in the mainland!"

"You should think about your own interests."

The ghosts cast appreciative glances at him, while a small group of Chinese bureaucrats were lost in thought. Many educators moved their mouths, influenced by the limitations of their vision, and did not know how to refute from the perspective.

At this moment, the public reception is an open academic battlefield. Since Zhuang Shikai dared to use the word "public" to maximize his influence in the education field, he had to accept the "ghosts" who also came to snatch this battlefield.

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

At this time, all the security guards on the first floor of the Peninsula Hotel were replaced by police officers from the Security Department, which can be described as real "security guards"! Seeing that the situation was wrong, an inspector of the security department immediately squeezed the headset and asked the officer in a low voice: "Sir Zhuo, do you want to take him away?"

Several police officers from the security department exchanged glances and were ready to do something.

Zhuo Jingquan stood in front of a table holding a wine glass, knocking pistachios and preaching: "Don't make trouble, let him talk!"

How can I drive people away?

Do you have any credibility?

Zhuo Jingquan threw away the two shells in his hand, with a chic expression on his face, he said to himself, "Wait and see."

"Yes, sir." Several police officers retreated, put their hands on their stomachs, and continued to perform security tasks...

At this time, a man in a black suit, tie, and neat hairstyle walked onto the stage!

I saw him pushing a wheelchair, with piercing eyes, and shouted loudly to the crowd: "Crazy line!"

"Reform and open up in the Mainland, and vigorously develop the economy. The population of one billion 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 area is limited. How do you compare it?"

Zhuang Shikai pushed Mr. Feng up to the high stage, looked back at the audience, and said "idiot line" first, and after thoroughly setting the tone, he said loudly: "The education reform plan formulated by the British side is to culturally exterminate the Chinese, Mental castration!"

"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, and you will fight against the future? Haha, your poor sense of superiority will only become a sad joke..."

"You!" The young man stood under the stage, raised his finger to Zhuang Shikai, his face turned purple for a while, and he wanted to speak, but Zhuang Shikai rushed to say: "Stick to Chinese culture, 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 now no one is watching Zhuang Shikai.

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

I saw an old woman wearing a white suit on her upper body, her legs were covered with blankets, her waist was straight, she was sitting on a chair, looking at everyone kindly.

"Mr. Feng."

"Mr. Feng."

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

The old woman's aging face, her snow-white skin, wrinkled when she smiled, could hardly conceal the traces of time. But many Chinese bureaucrats from the Education Bureau, and even some ghost politicians in the audience recognized who it was, and said excitedly, "Mr.

She has come back!

Come back with the spirit of Hong Kong Island!

The young man in the audience pursed his lips, a little unwilling, and wanted to say more but was stopped by a person next to him: "Shut up! There is no room for you to speak nonsense in front of Mr. Feng!"

The middle-aged director next to him had vicious eyes, and the young man shut up immediately after being warned, but he thought to himself, "Who is Mr. Feng?"

Zhuang Shikai straightened Mr. Feng's wheelchair and stood behind him like a disciple, while Mr. Feng put his hands on the blanket on his knees and said softly: "I heard that someone wants to cut off our seeds and destroy our souls. had to come back."