Chapter 1685

A few tough policemen stood beside them, some with batons, some with whips and sleeves.

Song Zhongyuan was naked and knelt beside Zhang long. While helping him bandage his wound, he turned his face and looked at Shi klong and others. He said anxiously: "Mr. Shi klong, they are dying. I beg you to take them to the hospital..."

Sloane snorted coldly, looked at him contemptuously and didn't speak.

Frank stepped forward: "Song Zhongyuan, you clearly know that the damn Martians are against our rice Empire, but you still secretly collude with us to murder our great president. Now honestly explain how you collude together and what your purpose is?"

"We didn't murder Mr. President."

"The evidence is conclusive, and you dare to argue." Frank kicked song Zhongyuan.

Song Zhongyuan had practiced Kung Fu for more than ten years. How could he be willing to be bullied by him and grasp his ankle with one hand.

Frank was so angry that he took out his pistol and shot him.

Bang!

A bullet shot into song Zhongyuan's shoulder.

If it hadn't been for the use of song Zhongyuan, the bullet would have been shot into his head.

Song Zhongyuan groaned, let go of his ankle, covered his wound, and blood immediately seeped from his fingers.

"Damn it!" Frank kicked song Zhongyuan to the ground, "give me a hard blow!"

Immediately, three or four policemen came forward, swung the whip in their hands and pulled it hard at Song Zhongyuan.

Song Zhongyuan dared not resist any more. He lay on the ground, gritted his teeth and endured without saying a word.

He was naked without clothes. Several whips were whipped on him. The skin was torn and the marks of whips were shocking.

Zhang long and Zhao Hu saw it clearly, but there was nothing they could do.

There were cold smiles on the faces of Sloane, George and others.

At this time, skron's cell phone rang.

Shi Krone took out his mobile phone. When he saw that it was Liang Zhenlong, he frowned and hesitated. There is no doubt that the head of the consulate has reported the situation here to the relevant leaders of Dahua, so Liang Zhenlong called him personally.

Skron hesitated and told the police, "stop."

Several policemen stopped.

Shi Krone answered the phone with a relaxed expression: "Hello, Secretary Liang."

George and others listened quietly.

At this time, it was 4 a.m. in Dahua. Liang Zhenlong was lying in bed with a cold look, an unusually serious face and a low voice. He said in fluent English: "Mr. Shi krone, if people don't talk secretly, I'll get straight to the point. I know that you arrested several citizens of Dahua an hour ago. I hope you let them go."

"Hum, let them go? Mr. Liang, do you think it's possible? They colluded with the Martians and almost killed me."

"If you want to add a crime, you have no choice. You know the skills of the Martians, and I know very well. If they really want to collude with the Martians to kill you, you would have died. It is clear that you set up an ambush at the New York airport with ulterior motives."

"Mr. Liang, you also know that the Martians have done a lot of unforgivable things in our rice empire. Now the Martians have been killed by us. We have sufficient evidence to prove that the boss and waiter of the Tang and song Hotel colluded with the Martians and caused great harm to our rice empire. We should strictly investigate and deal with this matter. It's useless to say anything."

"Mr. skron, I don't want to talk nonsense to you. Why don't we make a deal."

"What deal?"

"If you release our eleven overseas Chinese, I promise to return a very precious video."

"Video material?"

"This video material should be very precious to you. It clearly and completely records a very interesting game between your husband and wife and Ashton George."

Scranton's face changed: "Liang Zhenlong, where did you get the video data?"

"Of course it was given to me by the Martians. Don't forget that the Martians are good friends of our people in great China, and people all over the world know it."

"Asshole! This damn Martian!" sikron understood everything and said gnashing his teeth: "Liang Zhenlong, it's you, you collude with Martians and plot against our rice empire!"

"I don't deny it if you say so, sekrone. You've bullied us enough for so many years. You know how many bad things you've done. Even God can't see it. You specially sent Martians to help us, so we can have a chance to fight back."

"So, our president aircraft carrier was also killed by Martians."

"That's right."

"Liang Zhenlong, you've gone too far!" roared Shi Krone. "I want to launch missiles and let more than a billion Chinese bury our president!"

"Don't you dare!" Liang Zhenlong said fiercely. "Don't think that only you have missiles. Our missiles are not vegetarian. It's a big deal that we die together!"

Skron stopped talking, like a wild animal trapped in a cage, with fierce eyes and breathing heavily.

"Think it over for yourself, skron. If you don't let our people out, I'll announce your scandal to the world immediately."

"Liang Zhenlong, don't mess around!"

"As long as you behave yourself, of course I won't mess around. Otherwise, you should know what the consequences are."

"I promise you."

"OK. Our people are waiting outside the police station. Let them go right away."

"Liang Zhenlong, I warn you, if you mess around, I'll take your head in a week," said Shi Krone fiercely

Liang Zhenlong said positively, "Shi krone, I also warn you that if you mess around, I will ruin your reputation and make life worse than death."

Then he hung up his cell phone.

Shi Krone hung up his cell phone, his face was livid and slapped it on the floor: "asshole! Liang Zhenlong, asshole!"

When they saw that he was angry and decadent, as if he wanted to eat people, no one dared to come near him.

Shi Krone gasped alone for a while, gradually calmed down, looked at Song Zhongyuan, Zhang long and Zhao Hu, and told the police chief next to him, "let them go. All the others, including them, let them go and inform their embassy consul."

"Oh." the police chief nodded subconsciously.

Frank said cautiously and incomprehensibly, "Mr. President..."

As soon as he spoke, Sloane glared at him, "get out!"

Frank shut up.

The rest were afraid to speak.

With a gloomy face, skron strode out.

George followed him immediately.

"Alas..." Frank shook his head and walked out.

Wilson followed him closely.