It has to be said that after the battle with Andre that day, he used his body to catch a bullet and then killed nine temple warriors with his backhand, which was indeed very intimidating.

At this time, every employee of "Wanguo Gongbao", from the editor-in-chief to the gardeners and laundry workers, there was no one who didn't recognize Zhang Kun.

When I saw him coming in, I didn't even dare to stop him.

After he entered an uninhabited area and started shooting to kill people, soldiers rushed up to tell the story.

It's just due to responsibilities and having to do it.

When Madam Liti made a sound to stop him, he immediately stopped and backed away.

Looking at their appearance, they want to hide far away. It is best to leave this place for thirty miles.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree...

If a person is really famous to a certain extent, he can defeat others without fighting, which is sometimes more frightening than a real army attacking.

At least, in this Far Eastern country, the imperial troops did not dare to surround the Yingguo newspaper office, let alone kill foreigners indiscriminately.

They were wary of damaging the relationship between the two countries and allowing the Eagle Nation Navy to find an opportunity to invade the city.

As for Zhang Kun, a lonely man with no official position and no position, he really wanted to completely break up his face on the spot. Both sides' bayonets were red and they started killing each other.

In the newspaper office, there are more than 200 people working in Eagle Country, and it is very likely that he will kill them all by himself.

It resulted in a tragedy that shocked the world.

So why bother?

Even if the army comes to besiege the city and Zhang Kun sees that the situation is not good, he can still escape, but he can't go all over the world to arrest him.

However, if you suffer this immediate loss, you will definitely suffer it.

Mrs. Litimott thought about this very clearly.

As the priest leader of the Far East branch of the Temple of Light, Liti Motai certainly has more than just a priestly role.

He also has an unknown identity. He is a high-ranking member of the secret society of the Eagle Country, specializing in infiltrating and targeting high-level officials of various countries to carry out reforms.

This man was knowledgeable and had extensive contacts. He had good personal relationships with many officials of the Qing Dynasty.

In daily interactions, silently, you can infiltrate and change the other person's thoughts.

He can become the diplomatic link between the Eagle Country and the Qing Country, allowing reformers from the Qing Country to actively seek help. Moreover, he can control the direction and progress of the reform to a certain level. This is not accidental, but inevitable.

…

There is an old Chinese saying that porcelain should not touch earthen jars.

The Liti Demons, including the Eagle Country Office gathered in the newspaper office, believed that they were of noble status and came to this country to travel, relax and gain benefits.

They are decent people, not soldiers, so naturally they do not have the courage to fight and the determination to die.

In other words, the bourgeoisie has always been weak and compromising.

When the strong bullies the weak, naturally everyone will be fierce and strive to be the first.

When the bayonet saw red, they did not dare to fight.

People have the same mind and heart.

Resistance does not exist.

Didn't you see Madam Liti, the chief priest of the temple, you didn't dare to anger this "Far Eastern Demon" in the slightest, so you could only swallow your anger?

You know, the temple has a powerful armed force.

Even he didn't dare to take action.

Who dares to take action risking his life?

When Zhang Kun stated that he was only looking for trouble for the news writers and reviewers, and was not planning to go on a killing spree, everyone looked relieved.

As long as you can be reasonable and don't encounter barbarians who come out to kill people for no reason, then you still have a chance to survive.

As a result, Johnson and Alice were immediately "presented" intentionally or unintentionally.

The people around the two of them, who had been tightly gathered just now, were now three steps away from the nearest ones, forming two circles.

"Hehe, hehe..."

Zhang Kun turned to Wang Jingya, Tian Qianli, and some people from the newspaper office and said, "These foreigners, if you think of them as powerful, they will become really powerful...

Sometimes, when you are bullied, it is not because of how strong others are, but because of your own weakness and cowardice."

He glanced at everyone in the newspaper lobby, with a smile on his face, and said softly: "Brother Tan, have you thought about how to write today's article?"

"Of course, anyone who offends our strong men will be punished no matter how far away they are. Although Master Zhang is only one person, and the barbarians bow their heads while talking and laughing, he is better than a million troops, recreating the legacy of the Han and Tang Dynasties. Today's incident should be remembered in the history of Qing Dynasty

, passed down through the ages.”

"Ahem, this is a bit exaggerated...Brother Tan has really learned a lot about people and writing, I still like it.

It’s not that Zhang is shallow and just loves his reputation, it’s actually that nowadays the Chinese people are weak-minded. It’s better to speak loudly to encourage people’s spirit than to be timid and willing to be humble.”

"That's right, Master Zhang sees clearly."

The two of them said a few words as if no one else was around. Tan Weixin spread his hands again and said to Mrs. Liti: "Mr. Liti, I apologize. I don't know what the laws are in your country, but here in Qingguo, the crime of falsely accusing others is

Very big.

In particular, to confuse right and wrong, to smear an individual or even an entire country... This matter can be big or small, as big as starting a war, or as small as coming to seek revenge, isn't it too much?"

There was a deathly silence in the hall, and Madam Liti almost broke her teeth, but she had to endure it.

"Not too much."

During the reform process, Liti Motou spent most of the time in direct dialogue with Kang Beihai, discussing detailed regulations with him.

After all, Tan Weixin, Liang Shaofu and others were students of Kang Beihai, so in general, they were still not qualified to talk to him.

Therefore, Madam Liti and Tan Weixin only met a few times and did not talk much, so naturally they did not have much friendship.

There is no need to be polite at this time.

"Well, our Beijing Daily, because it distorted the truth about the fight between Master Zhang and Andre that day, the article was quite biased in your favor, and it was clear that the image of Master Zhang was smeared. The editor-in-chief, Tang Wenyuan, and the author

He Fangyuan has been beheaded in public. Furthermore, the newspaper was taken back, the news was rewritten, and it was published again. Where are you here?"

Although this incident happened not long ago, as a journalist, we are an extremely well-informed industry.

Once something happened at the Beijing Daily, all newspapers in the city, not just the newspaper offices, but everyone who cared about the matter knew about it.

They even knew that a group of twenty-three New Army soldiers from the Dingwu Army had eleven killed and twelve captured. General Yuan Shuangcheng went there in person and was disappointed.

The occurrence of this kind of thing can only show that their newspaper and article were too apt.

In hell, the devil is on the move, who dares to stand against him?

Of course, the news of the newspaper murder was shocking, but no one took it to heart.

If he dares to kill Qingguo people, he has enough reasons to clean up the evildoers. Could it be that he can also control the citizens of other countries? Even if he points at his nose and yells at him, so what.

Now that Qingguo is weak, when you see them, if you don't kneel down and call them "foreign master" immediately, you will be considered a tough person... Instead of worrying about knocking on your door and having such leisurely thoughts, it is better to think about where to go dancing and drinking at night to be serious.

"this……"

Litimott was sweating profusely. He wanted to make Johnson and Alice come out to show their cowardice, but he couldn't say a word. He wanted to save face.

If you take the initiative to say something "inappropriate" today, it will be spread throughout the world in less than three days. At that time, you will really lose your face.

However, if we don't speak out, not one of the more than 200 people here may survive.

"I took the photos and wrote the manuscript. You devil, you brutally killed Andre and then bullied him. It's so hateful."

Alice, who had fair skin and blonde hair and was wearing a professional suit, suddenly walked out, pointed at Zhang Kun and said angrily: "Come on, come and kill me, it has nothing to do with them."

"Alice!"

There was a cry all around.

"Okay, I won't insult you for your courage, let alone ask you whether you have any intention to distort the facts and discredit the people of Qingguo. I will give you a good time."

When Zhang Kun said this, he glanced at Alice with some appreciation, raised his revolver, and when the shock just appeared in the other's eyes, he pulled the trigger.

"Bah..."

A deep bloody hole appeared on Alice's left breast.

She clutched her chest tightly, opened her mouth in pain, and looked at the gentlemen around her with blank and disappointed eyes.

It seems strange that none of the gentlemen who talk sweetly and claim to be willing to die for themselves every day has come forward.

Finally, unable to breathe, Alice fell to the ground, motionless.

"What else? It's impossible for a writer to publish an article in a newspaper or send it overseas."

Zhang Kun was like squeezing a mosquito to death, and there was no fluctuation in his heart.

He was expressionless and looked at the "foreign adults" in the hall indifferently, as if he were seeing a group of dead people.

"It was me. I took Alice's manuscript and finalized it. I was also responsible for guiding the public opinion of the competition reports and suppressed several fair reports. It has nothing to do with anyone else."

Johnson's heart felt cold.
To be continued...