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Weight-bearing, lead block? ?

Qiu Yiren was astonished, and subconsciously stretched out a finger, reached out to Chen Zongheng, gently stretched out his hand... and poked his suit jacket.

Sure enough, there is a cold iron touch inside the suit? ?

But at this moment, Chen Zong suddenly turned his head, his eyes were cold... he glanced at her.

Qiu Yi's pretty face changed, and he apologized again and again, "Mr. Chen, I'm sorry...I'm just... curious, I want to try..."

Chen Zong turned his head and ignored her.

He just sat in the Maybach car, closed his eyes, and faintly puffed out smoke rings.

And the Qiu Yi person on the side was shocked and complicated inside!

He, wearing a weight-bearing lead block? ?

What are you doing...?

And... how heavy is this heavy lead weight? ?

It was possible to tilt the entire car's shock absorbers to the crushed depression.

You know, these two Maybach cars may bear the weight of 78 adult men at the same time.

But as a result, Mr. Chen sat down alone, and the car's shock absorber was sunken? ?

This is simply.

"Let's drive." Chen Zongheng said with a hint of impatience in his tone.

The bodyguards on the side looked solemn and did not dare to resist, and quickly nodded and got into the Mercedes-Benz car.

One by one Mercedes-Benz cars formed a long queue and slowly drove away from the Qiu's villa.

The Maybach car in the middle leaned on its side and drove away with some difficulty...

Along the way, the Mercedes Benz fleet drove slowly on the streets.

Today's streets seem to be bleak and sober.

Today is the Holocaust Memorial Day. Every scorching summer people feel inexplicably complicated and solemn.

Even the sound of horns and horns has become much quieter on the streets of Shanghai and Shanghai.

Chen Zongheng sat in the Maybach car, his eyes calm and deep.

He slowly raised his wrist and glanced at the time on the Omega watch.

nine in the morning.

There is still one hour before the public sacrifice ceremony at ten o'clock.

The National Memorial Day for the victims of the Holocaust is a memorial day set up in the hot summer to pay homage to the more than 300,000 compatriots who died in the Holocaust.

It demonstrates the firm stand of the Yanxia people against aggressive wars, safeguarding human dignity, and safeguarding world peace!

Since 2014, the national public memorial ceremony for the victims of the massacre has been held at half-mast at the main venue on December 13 each year.

All military areas must take off their hats, bow their heads solemnly, and salute.

The flag was lowered to pay tribute to the victims.

A year ago, Chen Zongheng was imprisoned on the eighteenth floor of hell.

Cannot participate in the public sacrifice ceremony.

Now that he has been released from prison, then...as a warrior with the blood of the summer, he should...participate in the public sacrifice ceremony!

A few minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz fleet slowly stopped in front of the Qiu's Building.

"You go up first." Chen Zongheng's voice was indifferent, and he exhorted Qiu Yi, "If you have anything, call me."

"I'll go out for a while and come back at noon." He dipped his cigarette, calmly and indifferently, got into a Mercedes-Benz car.

Then, in Qiu Yiren’s surprised and stunned eyes... he drove a Mercedes Benz and drove away quickly...

...

After one hour.

Jiangnan Wu District, base headquarters.

Tens of thousands of camouflage members are standing in front of the battlefield playground.

Tens of thousands of people stood tall and straight, standing on the spot like swords.

They are waiting for the beginning of the massacre ritual.

However, at the same time.

Jiangnan Wu District, outside the base.

A black Mercedes-Benz S600 car slowly stopped in the jungle hundreds of meters away from the base.

As the car door opened, Chen Zongheng's expression was calm and indifferent, and he slowly stepped out of the car.

He pinched out the cigarette **** and trampled it out.

Then, looking solemnly and respectfully tidying up his clothes, suits and ties.

At this moment, he is going to participate in the national public sacrifice ceremony.

As a soldier, it is reasonable to mourn and cherish the memory of our compatriots.

He slowly walked to the base's fireproof grid wall.

The base of the military area is the important place of military affairs.

In general, people are not allowed to enter.

Chen Zong did not want to reveal his identity, so he could only sneak in secretly.

He slowly squatted down and said, "Boom...!"

The ground under my feet instantly cracked and sunken!

Then he bounced into the sky!

With a heavy weight of lead, he could still...leap into the air like this!

This is simply!

It can be seen how terrifying is his body limit? !

"Boom!" He flew directly over the five-meter-high power grid firewall and landed heavily on the ground in the armed zone.

Get up, dust off the black suit.

A touch of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

He just wore a suit, step by step... towards the base of the military area.

At this time, there were already tens of thousands of people in the Wu District base.

The crowd stood in front of the base like a weapon.

A long flag fluttered over tens of meters.

The red flag flutters in the wind.

Chen Zong, just wearing a black suit, slowly blended into the camouflage crowd.

All around, the group of camouflage fighters felt weird, but no one said anything.

Today is the public sacrifice day.

This young man in a suit may be a figure in a temple, so he wore a suit and came to worship.

Standing in the camouflage crowd, Chen Zong looked up slightly, looking at the altar a few hundred meters ahead.

On the screen, scenes of cruel scenes of the massacre are rolling back.

82 years of blood feud.

The revival of the clan in 1982.

The great people of the hot summer, now... generation after generation, have gradually recovered from a young sleeping lion and become a monstrous lion. The East wants to know,

Mo Daojun travels early.

Traveling all over the green hills, people are not old,

The scenery here is excellent.

The peak outside Huichang city,

Dianlian directly Dongming.

The soldier pointed to Nanyue,

More lush.

In the presence, every soldier clenched his fists and looked dignified!

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the altar.

The shame of the country must not be forgotten!

Remember the history, remember the blood and hatred!

In the morning, ten o'clock.

On the Wu District playground, a distress alarm sounded!

The harsh siren resounded... echoed... the entire sky!

There, tens of thousands of soldiers took off their berets together.

Clenched fists together, and then...tens of thousands of people bowed their heads together.

Silence, silence.

Over tens of meters, the red flag fluttering in the wind slowly dropped by half.

Remember history.

However, at the same time.

Tens of kilometers away.

Shanghai City, the city center.

Similarly, a harsh sirens echoed over the city.

There are tens of millions of people in the entire city.

Almost Qi Qi stopped his work.

On the street, the pedestrians stopped one after another and stopped in silence.

On the street, before the traffic lights, cars...have braked and stopped consciously.

Whistle, warning, mourning.

The entire Shanghai and Shanghai markets are in mourning.

Qiu's Building, 99th floor, president's office.

Qiu Yiren stopped working.

She had a solemn and solemn face, turned around... and came to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking out the window, endless city views.

She slowly lowered her head.

Silence.

West wind is strong,

The sky goose is called Shuangchenyue.

Shuang Chenyue, horse hoofs shattered, horns swallowed.

Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron,

Now it's stepping forward from the beginning.

From the beginning, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.

However, at the same time.

On the other side of the Huangpu River.

Far Star Group, inside the building.

Guo Shaoze, the prince of the Guo family, also stood up, standing in front of the French window with deep eyes, staring at Lujiazui on the opposite side of the river bank outside the window.

He did not bow his head.

Instead, slowly lit a cigar.

Listen to the sound of the whistle over the city outside the window.

The corner of his mouth raised a deep arc.

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