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Chapter 307 "You can't get revenge, it's very pitiful."

After he said this, Peng Dingkang seemed to have heard something incredible, and his eyes seemed to fall out of their sockets, full of disbelief.

After sizing up Zheng Jirong like this for a long time, Peng Dingkang suddenly sneered: "Impossible!"

"You are just a chess piece. There is no way they will send troops just because your life or death depends on you."

"Why can't you understand people?" Zheng Jirong shook the cigar in his hand, looked at him and said calmly: "To deal with a bunch of DU-smoking, gambling-addicted soldiers stationed in Hong Kong, why do we need five million regular troops?"

"Since I am confident that I can pick up thousands of rifles, can't I pick up a few lost militia battalions?"

"This group of paramilitary personnel who have received military training all year round and are proficient in using, equipping and even manufacturing heavy machine guns, anti-aircraft machine guns, 60mm guns, and armored vehicles. They have been educated in the theories of guerrilla warfare and mobile warfare, and even have actual combat experience. I dare not say that they can annihilate you. We stationed troops in Hong Kong, but there is absolutely no problem in beating you up so that you dare not go out."

"Do you understand now?"

Zheng Jirong bit his cigar and sneered at him: "It only takes a few militia battalions to defeat those useless rebels of yours! Are you sending troops? Don't flatter yourself too much, Mr. Hong Kong Governor."

When Peng Dingkang heard this, the whites of his eyes turned red, as if they were about to burst into flames. He stared at Zheng Jirong closely, without saying a word for a long time.

Seeing this, Zheng Jirong crossed his legs and leaned on the chair and said casually: "It seems that the Governor of Hong Kong doesn't really approve of the combat effectiveness of your army? But think about it."

He puffed out the smoke, looked at Peng Dingkang and smiled: "Just to fight for the Falklands, you not only fought with AGT for more than seventy days, but also lost eighteen warships and crashed more than thirty aircraft. , thousands of people were killed or wounded.”

Zheng Jirong shook his head and said with emotion: "During the Falklands War, I thought you guys were going to show off the true skills of the old empire. But after the fight, I discovered that you guys really have no skills! Hahahaha."

"you!!!"

Peng Dingkang rushed towards Zheng Jirong in a rage. As a serious old Londoner, Zheng Huangqi, even though he knew the decline of the Tomorrow Never Sets Empire, but when he saw a yellow man dare to ridicule his own country like this, he could no longer hold back. Can't control the anger in my heart!

"Mr. Governor."

Zheng Jirong looked at Peng Dingkang who rushed in front of him without changing his expression, and slowly said: "Do you want to show your fists and kicks in front of me?"

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Peng Dingkang looked at him without any fear, and shouted in a low voice: "Do you think you can scare me away with a few specious words?!"

"I'm telling you, as long as it's not until 1997, I still have the final say on Hong Kong Island!"

"When you get out of here," Peng Dingkang pointed at the door and said coldly: "I will report everything you do to the congressmen, and I will directly label you as a terrorist. At that time, Interpol and even MI6 will send Someone will deal with you!"

"is it?"

Zheng Jirong didn't panic at all when he heard this. Instead, he spread his hands and smiled: "That's great. Remember to ask them to send James Bond over. I want to see which 007 is more powerful."

Peng Dingkang was speechless for a moment after hearing his words. He squinted and looked at Zheng Jirong in surprise. How did this guy know about James Bond, the legendary agent of MI6?

"It seems you know a lot," Peng Dingkang sneered, "I appreciate your confidence, but I don't know how long he can maintain it."

"Don't worry," Zheng Jirong replied calmly: "Even if I die, I will definitely die behind you, and you define me as a terrorist?"

He couldn't help but shook his head and smiled contemptuously: "You bastard, you really dare to speak out. Believe me, even if you unilaterally label me as a terrorist, no one in the world will listen to you, especially Interpol. No bird will kill you!"

Zheng Jirong pointed at him and continued: "If I guessed correctly, you should have brought monitoring equipment, right? But let me tell you Peng Dingkang."

"I ordered your Interior Minister to be blown up with a bomb! I also ordered your wife to be killed! I also ordered your son to be chopped down!"

"Did you record it?!"

Seeing Zheng Jirong suddenly admitting what he had done loudly, Peng Dingkang was a little confused about what he meant. However, thinking that with these evidences, he could carry out a series of operations to define Zheng Jirong as a terrorist, he couldn't help but curl his lips. Shangyang said: "Very good, there is a saying in your country that if God wants to destroy it, it must first make it crazy. I think this sentence is perfect for you!"

"But I have to give you a piece of advice." Zheng Jirong took a puff of his cigar and said with a smile: "It's best to sleep with your eyes open every day from now on, because you never know when hundreds of killers will break into your house and kill you." Shot to death indiscriminately."

"By the way, look at my memory. I almost forgot that you are the Governor of Hong Kong. There must be hundreds of strictly trained bodyguards guarding you at any time. However, I don't know how many rounds these bodyguards can withstand. Artillery washes the ground."

After hearing this, Peng Dingkang took a few steps back in shock. He stared at Zheng Jirong, "How dare you threaten me so blatantly?"

"joke!"

Zheng Jirong flicked the ash from his cigarette, pointed at his chest and said with a grin: "I have become a terrorist. Isn't it normal to kill a Hong Kong governor?"

Peng Dingkang suddenly said angrily: "Zheng Jirong! Don't think that I really dare not kill you! I don't believe that you, a little spy, will really send troops to kill you!"

Zheng Jirong also said coldly to him: "You can try! Let me tell you, I don't know if they will help me if I die, but one thing I can be sure of is that no matter how miserable your bastard's death is, None of you have the guts to send troops to Hong Kong!"

Zheng Jirong showed no fear of Peng Dingkang's threat.

Although the possibility of taking back Hong Kong Island by force because of him is very small, Zheng Jirong knows that although the possibility is small, it is not impossible.

But Daying is the complete opposite. As he said before, it took a lot of effort for Daying to reach the Falkland Islands, and even almost overturned the car, let alone the PLA.

The farthest point of Hong Kong Island is 40 kilometers away from Shenzhen, and everything is within the range of artillery fire there.

Not to mention other sea-based and shore-based anti-ship missiles!

If the United States really dares to bring its fleet, they will face a saturated attack of various types of missiles and unguided rockets.

Another point is that most of the equipment in the north is self-produced and is not controlled by others like AGT.

No matter how powerful your country's naval and air power is, what can you do? You can't even find a port base in the South China Sea.

Bomb Hong Kong Island with your Sea Harrier? Whether the Sea Harrier can face the J7 in air combat is a question.

Different from the previous life, today's north is an era where although it is poor, it is rich in martial arts. It is an era where it is hard to go to the world and the sea, but it is an era where you love everyone with your feet on the earth!

No carbon-based creature with a normal brain would have any idea of ​​fighting PLA on land.

Except for the third brother, after all, their brains are not normal, and they are the only ones in the world who can turn a war of aggression into a war of patriotism.

"Pentin Kang"

Zheng Jirong looked up at him and said coldly: "Do you dare to take a gamble?"

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After Peng Dingkang was silent for a while, he suddenly smiled and said: "You are right about one thing. Da Ying will not do anything that goes against the gentlemanly demeanor of a great country because of my death. The same is true for your country, but there is one thing. I think you haven’t figured it out yet.”

He pointed at the ground under his feet and said forcefully: "As I said before, as long as it's not ninety-seven, everything here is under my control, and everyone has to listen to me! I have many ways to do it quietly. If you kill me, give it to me."

At this moment, a rapid alarm bell sounded throughout the prison, instantly interrupting his words.

Just when he didn't know why, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open. Brother Yi and Li Wenbin shouted in a panic as soon as they entered: "Sir, something happened! More than a thousand prisoners in the prison rioted!" "

"What?!" Peng Dingkang glanced at Zheng Jirong first, and found that he was still smoking a cigar lightly in Yun Danfeng. He couldn't help but frown and said, "Did you do this?!"

Zheng Jirong raised the hand holding the cigarette, shrugged and said with a smile: "I have been chatting with you here, so I have no time to go out and plan some prisoner riots. Who knows if they started it because they were unhappy with you, the Hong Kong governor. Are the rioters trying to break in and kill you?"

"Sour radish" Peng Dingkang's face turned red and he forcibly suppressed a curse word that had already reached his throat.

"Sir, let's go first." Brother No. 1 stepped forward and took Peng Dingkang's arm, saying in a deep voice to him: "The warden is leading the prison guards outside to suppress the riot, but just in case."

"Nothing is wrong!"

In front of outsiders, Peng Dingkang never showed his weak side, especially now that Zheng Jirong was also in the interrogation room. He directly pushed Brother No. 1 away and shouted to him: "Explain to me what is going on!"

After hearing this, Brother Yi first walked to the window and took a look downstairs. At this time, the invisible prisoners below were banging against the door of their prison building. The leading ones even had prison guards in their hands. rifle.

"I don't know the specific situation." He pointed downstairs, frowned and said to Peng Dingkang: "This group of people were having fun on the playground as usual, but just a few minutes ago, several leaders By talking to the prison guards, I actually grabbed the guns from their hands."

"What do those prison guards do for a living? Can their guns be taken away so easily?"

"Because these prisoners also have guns! They suddenly pulled out a pistol and put it on the prison guard's head, and then threatened them to hand over their weapons!"

Having said this, the first brother looked at Zheng Jirong coldly, "These guys have always kept their peace, and there is no way they would dare to grab guns and riot for no reason. As far as I know, before I came here with the Hong Kong Governor, Mr. Zheng, you were with them We talked for a while on the playground."

"Hey, hey, hey," Zheng Jirong said with a smile, "Everyone is familiar with you, but if you talk nonsense like this, I can still sue you for slander."

"Sir," he opened his hand and said to him, "I have been searched no less than three times since last night. Where can I give them a pistol?"

"Then what were you talking to them about on the playground?!"

"Sing," Zheng Jirong said matter-of-factly: "They are all here in Stanley. If I don't sing a few lines of Su Yao Wan Li San with them, wouldn't it be like sitting in jail for nothing?"

"Sing?"

After Brother No. 1 took a deep look at Zheng Jirong, he urged Peng Dingkang next to him: "I'll take you away first. These guys are breaking through the card below. They might break in here at some time!"

Peng Dingkang followed him and glanced at the crowd of prisoners downstairs. At this time, they were banging on the iron door downstairs in excitement, and a few scattered gunshots rang out from time to time!

Shet, you've already started a riot and haven't escaped from prison, so what are you doing here to break into the card? !

He took a deep breath, turned around, pointed at Zheng Jirong and angrily shouted: "Don't let me find out that this matter has anything to do with you!"

After saying this, without waiting for Zheng Jirong's reply, he followed Brother Yi and hurried towards the back door.

In the interrogation room, Zheng Jirong looked at Li Wenbin, who had been calm and composed beside him. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Aren't you going to go with them?"

"No," Li Wenbin looked at the corridor outside and sighed softly, "If something happens to the Governor of Hong Kong if you do this, it will be difficult to end it."

Zheng Jirong smiled when he heard this, "Don't worry, if I wanted to kill him, he would have died last night."

In the long corridor, Brother Yi and Peng Dingkang hurried towards the back door at the back of the building. The strange thing was that they did not see any civil servants in the offices on both sides of the corridor. Only their footsteps echoed rapidly. In a quiet space.

"This matter has nothing to do with Zheng Jirong." Although Peng Dingkang was in a hurry, he didn't look too panicked. He said to the first brother: "Eighty percent of the people in this prison are gang members. If you want to say that this matter has nothing to do with him, I am If you don’t believe it, you must arrest all the leaders this time and interrogate them later, and use all means to make them admit that it was Zheng Jirong who incited them to riot!”

"Sir," Brother Yi looked hesitant. He had listened completely to the conversation between Peng Dingkang and Zheng Jirong through the one-way glass in the room next to the interrogation room.

"I think it's better to just let it go this time."

"It doesn't count!" Peng Dingkang said angrily: "It doesn't count that he killed Ward, and he also insulted my wife and children! How do you want me to count this matter?! I must avenge this!"

Just as they ran to the turning point, a group of people wearing brown prison uniforms suddenly came in front of them. The leading ones each held a rifle!

Seeing them, the pupils of the two people shrank sharply. The first brother immediately pulled Peng Dingkang back to the corner, "Go back! Find an office and hide for a while!"

Just when they were about to turn around and escape, what was desperate was that a group of prisoners broke in from the corridor at the other end!

After a while,

In the interrogation room.

Zheng Jirong, who was sitting in the interrogation seat and smoking, saw the scene in front of him and couldn't help laughing: "What is going on with you?"

The originally small interrogation room was already crowded with people. Peng Dingkang and Brother Yi, who had been preparing to escape, were pushed in by a group of prisoners holding guns.

"Mr. Zheng! These two ghost guys committed perjury to arrest and frame you! I, Dasha, really couldn't stand it anymore, so I led my brothers to riot!"

A tall prisoner pushed Peng Dingkang in front of Zheng Jirong, "Anyway, I, Dasha, am already serving a life sentence. It doesn't matter if I kill one more Hong Kong governor! As long as you say something, Mr. Zheng, I will shoot him now!"

Zheng Jirong looked at Peng Dingkang, who was pinned down on the interrogation table by Dasha and looked embarrassed, and couldn't help but shook his head and said: "You see, this riot was not planned by me. Even other prisoners can't stand the despicable methods of you people. "

"Zheng Jirong," Peng Dingkang said in a deep voice, "Do you know what you are doing? I am the Governor of Hong Kong."

"You still have the nerve to say you are the Governor of Hong Kong?"

Zheng Jirong said with a funny look on his face: "You can't even take charge of a prison. You had the nerve to say that before 1997, all this place was under your control? How dare you say that you are the governor of Hong Kong?"

After shaking his head disdainfully, he waved to Dasha and the others and said, "The leaders of you have lost their guns. Go back to the warden to accept your punishment."

To the surprise of Patten and Brother Yi, after Zheng Jirong finished speaking, Dasha and his gang actually threw their guns on the ground and retreated in an orderly manner.

Peng Dingkang looked at Zheng Jirong who was sitting in the interrogation position without saying a word. At this time, their positions had been reversed compared to before.

"Do you think such a small fight can scare me?" Peng Dingkang said expressionlessly: "When this matter is over, I will give it to you."

At this moment, a cell phone ringtone suddenly rang in the room. After Brother Yi took out his cell phone and took a look, his brows instantly furrowed.

He walked up to Peng Dingkang a little glumly and said in a deep voice: "Just a few minutes ago, a dozen warships and fighter planes were sent to the back bay!"

"what?!"

Peng Dingkang was instantly shocked and said, "Did the water police ask them?"

"I asked, and they said this is just an ordinary military exercise, so let's not be nervous."

"Military exercise."

"Hahaha", seeing the two of them looking pale, Zheng Jirong smiled. He raised his hand and patted Peng Dingkang on the shoulder, and said with a raised corner of his mouth:

"You can't take revenge. It's very pitiful."

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(End of this chapter)