The host is broken

Chapter 159 The Young Marshal of the Republic of China (36)

Didn't hang up, what a headache!

I don't know where to find the chain, so I locked Su Shumo in his room, and the range of movement was just enough to let her get out of bed.

Sitting on a chair, Xingzhi took a sip of his teacup, with evil eyes hidden in his eyes, looking at Su Shumo, and asked:

"How did you find out here?"

He only brought her here once, and he showed no abnormality.

"How did you plant so many bombs in Beiping City?"

Beiping City is not big, it is not small, but it is a big project to blow up Beiping City, and it is impossible to complete it with a few spies lurking in Beiping City.

Blowing away the tea leaves floating in the cup, Xingzhi didn't care that she didn't answer the question:

"Money can turn ghosts around. As long as you give money, who cares whether Beiping City will be bombed or not."

Therefore, they can easily start a war in China.

A little opium can poison their minds.

A little temptation can make them plant a bomb in Beiping City.

A little threat can get their cowardly rulers to cede territory and sue for peace.

Such a country will perish sooner or later.

As for Su Yan, he promised to get the treasure map, and he would make him the wealthiest businessman in China.

Then, Su Yan became his man. For this reason, he did not hesitate to send Su Shumo to the general's residence, just to get the treasure map in Shen Yugui's hand.

Unfortunately, this trick didn't work. It was General Kameda who was able to get the treasure map directly from Shen Yugui.

However, it would be a pity for Shen Yugui to blow up Beiping. If he was willing to serve the Emperor, he could spare his life.

"Even if there are tens of thousands of people in Beiping City, you don't care?"

In the night, Su Shumo's voice was a little cold.

"In order for the emperor to rule the world, this little human life is insignificant,"

Answer lightly.

To achieve great things, there must be sacrifices.

What's more, it's just a humble and lowly race, so why care about it!
"Then where did you bury the bomb in Peking?"

Su Shumo asked another question.

But this time, Xingzhi was silent for a long time. He held his head and thought for a long time, and then he gave a low laugh. There was sarcasm and sympathy in his voice, as well as a joke that made Su Shumo frown:

"Oh, so many, I can't remember."

"However, in three days, we will leave Beiping City, and then you will be able to watch a grand fireworks display."

Bombs have spread all over Beiping City, who can escape?
...

Qiu Rong was very angry when she learned that Su Shumo had left the General's Mansion.

Then, after discussing with the housekeeper, she took someone to Su's house early in the morning, intending to snatch him back.

Su Yan was about to go out when he saw Qiu Rong came to the door with a group of servants from the general's mansion.

The people and horses are mighty and mighty, which attracts people's attention.

"What are you doing?"

Su Yan frowned, even a blind person could see that they were not kind.

With Qiu Rong on her hips, she is confident:
"Su Shumo injured the general, I want to take her back to take care of the general!"

"Has Mo'er left the General's Mansion?"

Su Yan grasped the key point keenly.

Qiu Rong rolled her eyes: "Don't act with me!"

Seeing this, Su Yan became more certain, threw away the crystal cake in his hand, rushed up, grabbed Qiurong's shoulder, and his voice was furious like a lion on the verge of madness:

"Did something happen to Mo'er in the General's Mansion? When did she leave? Did you bully her?"

Qiu Rong was frightened by his ferocious and angry appearance, but still saw that he was not lying:
"I left yesterday, the general said she came back here, so... where did Miss Su go?"

(End of this chapter)