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Chapter 72 ultimatum
Zhang Hui looked at a small notebook placed in front of her.
In this book, the requirements of the goal are recorded.
Article 1: it is required that the relevant parties be held accountable.
Article 2: the authorities concerned must give an account.
Rule 3: we must ensure that similar things do not happen again.
Zhang Hui swallowed.
As the minister of internal affairs, he is all too familiar with the format of these requirements.
ultimatum!
This is an ultimatum!
Subtext, no doubt.
Investigate the responsibility of the parties concerned (if you can't, I will), the parties concerned must give an account (if not, I will! ), I have to make sure that something like this doesn't happen again (if it happens again, I can't guarantee that something unexpected will happen! ).
Except for the absence of a deadline, this is almost the original text of an ultimatum issued by the Federal Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs to a foreign country.
Generally speaking, once such an ultimatum is issued.
It is tantamount to the federal empire entering the wartime mobilization system.
The huge assembly of the army, navy and air force.
All rail guns in the space Synchronize orbit enter wake-up charging mode.
All strategic weapons of the strategic forces are in a state of launch.
If the other side fails to give a satisfactory answer within the specified time, the war will be unstoppable.
Although, the federal empire has not issued such an ultimatum for almost two hundred years.
However, this diplomatic format is still easy for everyone to see.
So.
Zhang Hui swallowed.
His eyes seemed to see the monsters in the fog gathering at the command of their master.
On the ceiling, under the floor, in the cracks in the walls, on the bookshelves.
A terrible creepy thing crawled at that foot.
He sits on the throne of nothingness and holiness, overlooking the world.
Between his fingers, he holds the fragile and innocent planet.
The fire in his eyes has sprung out to wrap up this innocent planet.
"survive or destroy?!"
"Please choose!"
Once the answer is no.
Countless monsters pour out of the nest.
The whole world fell apart.
No inch of land can be spared.
And no creature can escape.
This is almost certain of the future.
Zhang Hui knew very well because he had faced the terrible fog nest.
I have witnessed his great power with my own eyes.
Two words. And it was through layers of protection and Filter that he was almost doomed.
With a swipe of the mobile phone, his soul will be booked.
That's an ability unheard of.
It is also an unimaginable power.
He looked up at the police officer in front of him.
The police officer is just an ordinary man, but he knows something about the affairs of the guard in black.
So, with a seemingly burly body, he sat in a chair, but he was restless.
"does he have any other demands?" Zhang Hui tried to make her tone as peaceful as possible.
"report, sir!" The police officer immediately saluted the report: "that Childe, after hearing that the suspect has died, calmly told me: now that he has paid the price, then I will no longer pursue his responsibility!"
"Hmm?" Zhang Hui's brow frowned into a Sichuan character.
"not long after I left." The police officer immediately added: "I received a call from the Childe. The Childe said," Please I apologize anonymously to the deceased's parents, wife and children, and donate 4444 Hua dollars anonymously. "
"4444 Chinese dollars?" Zhang Hui's heart beat disgracefully, and her legs and stomach trembled with this number.
Because he recalled the medical examiner's statement that it was certain that the frequency of these psionic disturbances was related to some kind of curse.
Perhaps, its blood heirs and ancestors, may be cursed.
Although don't know the type of curse.
But it is certain that they will die miserably!
So. Does that mean something else when he still says these words when he knows the fate of the werewolf?
4444? Die?
Or it can be understood as: my patience is limited.
See those wolf cubs?
Do you want to be like them?
Don't listen to me if you want to.
Zhang Hui finally had no hesitation.
He said to the burly police officer, "Thank you for your hard work!" Please go down! "
The other side saluted Zhang Hui and then turned away.
Zhang Hui watched him leave.
Then pick up a red phone on the table and dial it.
"I'm Zhang Hui!" He said, "put me through to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"
After a while, the voice of the Liaison Commissioner of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was heard across the phone.
Zhang Hui gave his order coldly.
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Ling Ping closed the shop before nine o'clock.
The main reason is that he is worried that if there is a murder, the impact is not good.
In case it is known by the neighbors, it is more likely to affect the valuation of the bookstore.
Although, he is not going to sell it.
But.
The value of real estate is the same as the number in the bank cards of the rich.
It's great just looking at it.
At the very least, the estimate is that Lingan can comfortably classify himself into the middle class.
Instead of eating rice worms waiting to die on federal imperial subsidies.
Lock the shutter, Ling Ping Ping sighed: "fortunately it's evening." There are not many people. "
"fortunately, the police officer came quickly and walked quickly!"
"otherwise, I'm afraid the neighbors will know that I'm in trouble."
"hurry up and clean it up!" He said: "otherwise, leave a blood trail or something. If a customer comes to the door tomorrow, wouldn't it be bad?"
So he was going to find a mop and detergent to wash the blood stains on the ground.
Anyway, the officers are gone.
They didn't tell me to protect it at the scene.
But when he got to the counter, he froze.
The ground is very clean.
Not to mention the blood stains, there's no trace at all.
"Hmm?" Lingping scratched his head, and he began to recall the evening.
He remembers clearly that the Gentile shed a lot of blood.
"did the police officer help me clean up?" He asked.
That's the only explanation.
If you think about it, only those professionals can clean up the blood stains thoroughly.
So the young bookstore owner was as happy as an eight-year-old child.
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The hinterland of Qin Lu.
Deep in a hidden mountain, an old castle stands in the canyon.
At this time, it is the middle of the night.
The hall of the castle was dark and quiet.
There were only oil lamps burning on the chairs.
There are thirteen chairs altogether.
It is circular, distributed in this vast hall.
But there is a chair on the oil lamp, but somehow, has been extinguished.
The oil lamps fell to the ground and smashed to pieces.
A crow flew in through the window of the castle.
It toured the whole hall.
Suddenly, it saw something.
Immediately he screamed, "the life lamp is off!" The light of life has gone out! "
So the whole castle came to life.
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