When Miller and the other two suddenly realized that the Earl of Beihai distributed US dollars late at night to promote this Chinese named Li Enfu as the manager of that fund!

Humph, if it weren't for such a handful, the 'bird Assassin' might not have succeeded...

After figuring this out, Bresson and Jusimi looked at Li Enfu and became quite unkind.

"You must know where the Earl of North Sea has been hiding, right?"

Jiuximi grabbed Li Enfu and asked.

"He was kidnapped by the Black Gang, Huh, you all knew about it just now!"

Li Enfu was embarrassed and looked at Jiuximi with some fatigue.

"I haven't heard of the Black Gang! You must be the lie you deliberately made up when you see my army is surrounding you and can't escape! Say, tell me, how can you live if you tell me the whereabouts of the Count! If you don't say it, do you believe it or not, will I kill you?"

"It's useless for you to kill me. Alas, he was really caught!"

"Oh, you're still stubborn? Come on, kill him and kill him to warn you!"

The hope of achieving meritorious service and promotion was shattered. Neither Jiusimi nor Bresson had any favors. He waved his hand and ordered people to kill Li Enfu.

"Slow down!"

Major General Miller spoke at the right time, stopped the guards, rubbed his head and thought, "The name Li Enfu is a bit familiar. Don't kill him randomly. Maybe he is a celebrity! Wade, is Wade here? Come here!"

De Jong Wade was taking a "set-up photo" of the townspeople and prisoners in the small square. When he heard the call, he did not dare to neglect and quickly trotted over.

"Li Enfu? I know that he graduated from Yale and published "The Story of My Childhood in China". He is quite famous in Boston. Later, he married a lady from New England..." Wade showed his rich professional knowledge,

After pondering, he told Li Enfu's most proud life.

"etc!"

Miller interrupted and said, "He married a white man? Oh, then you can't neglect it. Guard, let go of Mr. Li!"

When the guards untied the rope for Li Enfu, Bresson and Jusimi were a little angry. They came over and whispered to Miller: "Why did you let him go? General, Li Enfu must have a very close relationship with the Earl of Beihai. We will torture you,

He might just call him..."

"The torture is not used on him. I just learned that there is indeed an underground gang in California called the Black Gang. Their backstage seems to be Russia and has no entanglement with the Earl of North Sea."

While Miller said this, he glanced at Wade, which was obvious that the news was also learned from the editor-in-chief.

"No need to be torture, how can I dig out the Earl of Beihai? I really believe that the Black Clothing Gang was full and kidnapped that guy?"

The two commanders glared at the eyes of the cow.

"It may not be that I am full. I have told you two that this count is the most arrogant, domineering, exaggerated, and has a grudge against this black gang. It is not impossible."

"What should I do?"

"It's easy to deal with, do you still want to get rich?"

Miller suddenly became mysterious and asked in a low voice: "This Clinxington Town looks richer than the previous three. Are you... not moved?"

"Uh, my heart is moved, of course I'm moved!"

The eyes of the two commanders lit up. It was golden color: "But General, don't you say that if you follow the reporter team, do we want to restrain ourselves?"

"The situation changes, of course we have to adapt to the situation!"

Miller smiled treacherously and raised his hand: "Although he didn't catch the Earl of North Sea, he left a huge handle, a reason enough for us to make a happy life!"

“You mean…”

"That's right, it's that big red cloth!"

Miller expressed his final intention: "The signs and seals of the residents of this town are all ironclad evidence of their support for the Earl of Beihai! We do not torture Li Enfu, but we can move those civilians!"

"ah……"

The two commanders suddenly realized and smiled and understood: "With the punishment, we can identify who is guilty and who is not guilty. Those who are guilty will be searched, and those who are not guilty will also use dollars to prove their innocence..."

As the saying goes, being an official for thousands of miles is just for money, but being a soldier is actually similar. Jiusimi and Bresson wanted to improve their level, but the ultimate goal is to make money?

Now there is a ready-made opportunity to make a fortune, how can the two team leaders let it go?

With a loud bang, the giant red cloth unfolded, and the dense brush and palm prints on it were exposed in everyone's eyes.

"If you read the name, just shout. If you don't shout, you will be severely punished if you find out later!" Jiuximi stood proudly beside the red cloth and took on the role of a judge.

"Why is this? You have the right to punish people? They are all citizens of our country!" A member of the press team mustered up the courage to stand up and question Miller.

"Yes, there are judges to be tried. It's not your turn to be a soldier to do anything wrong!" The hot-shaped female reporter also questioned.

"It's the war time, and the White House has issued a military control order. We are the judge's duties and will not let anyone go!"

Major General Miller did not panic at all and replied slowly: "The townspeople of Clinxington are suspected of sheltering the Earl of North Sea, and are also involved in illegal gatherings, signing petitions against federal law. This is serious.

It's a crime of treason! It's not tolerated!"

"Treason?" Wade frowned slightly, "Is it a bit serious?"

"No, it's not heavy at all!"

Miller hummed: "Their signatures mean that they have resistance to the laws promulgated by the federal government, and in fact constitute a blasphemy of federal laws! On behalf of the military department, I have the right to judge them, so look at it.

Is there any consort of the Earl of North Sea hidden?”

Wade heard this and realized that Major General Miller was determined not to let these townspeople go. He whispered and stepped back and said, "Major General, I believe your judgment is fair, I can

Take a photo next to you?"

Miller replied: "It's OK to take photos, but the photos need to be reviewed by me..."

Miller and Wade were bargaining over the news standards. Bledon and Jusimi on the side did not stop. The soldiers called their names one by one according to the names on the red cloth... The 'Great Trial' of Clinxington Town,

It has begun.

"Cheng Shanyuan, come out by yourself!"

"Who is Peter.?"

...

"Johnny, stand up!"

The names were ten. With the shouts of the federal soldiers, the ten townsmen stood up hesitantly and tremblingly, and walked back to the central open space surrounded by the soldiers.

After the five troops under Miller merged, there were nearly 3,000 people. In addition to patrolling and searching outside, the remaining soldiers filled the small square without saying or shooting. Just standing there was

Extremely strong oppressive force!

Poor that ten people in the town were ordinary people. Facing this momentum, they almost urinated. Two of them swayed for a while and then collapsed on the ground.

"This is your signature? This, Qianshanyuan, was written by you, right?"

Brysong held the horse whip in his hand, pointed at the wide red cloth that had been pulled apart, and asked sternly.

“Yes. Yes…”

"You are guilty, do you admit it?"

"What do you recognize?"

"Don't admit it? You don't admit it yet. It seems that you are a hidden count! I announce that you have been sentenced to death, deprived of property rights for life, and immediately execute it!"

"Hmm, what? Ah..."

With a gunshot and a scream, the Qianshanyuan fell to the ground, blood overflowing from under his body, towards the last form of life - the dead body, gradually changing.

There was a scream. A trace of air conditioning burst out from the reporter's group, and exclaimed in surprise. Several reporters blurted out: "How can you kill people?"

The hot-bodied female reporter grabbed Wade's arm and said, "Editor Wade, we want to stop all this. This is a massacre and an atrocity against humanity!"

"calm!"

Wade put his arms around the slim waist with one hand, raised the camera with a heavy weight with the other, clicked: "We are loyal recorders of facts. The situation is complicated now. We must protect ourselves first before we can get the truth here.

Send it out! Please calm down and work first!"

Wade's prestige was very high. When the other battlefield reporters heard this, they nodded with a serious expression, and stopped shouting. Instead, they set up their own cameras and took photos of the "Judgement Center".

At this time, the second person had already been interrogated.

"Are you Peter?"

"Ah, yes, yes..."

"This is your signature and handprint, right?"

"Hey, yes, but I'm not an Earl's party. I'm just greedy for money. I deserve to die. I'm wrong. Don't kill me. I'll give you all the money..."

The white Peter, crying and handed the dollars he had just received from his pocket to Bresson in a trembling manner.

"What's the matter? It's not what I sent to you!"

Bryson's eyes signaled, and the soldier next to him intercepted the dollar: "I'll ask you again, you signed your autograph, are you guilty, do you admit it?"

"Acknowledge, I, I agree!"

The lessons of the past lies under the eyes. Peterv didn't nod like pounding garlic, for fear that he would follow the footsteps of Qianshanyuan after one step slowing down.

"Well, confessing your guilt is right! There are red and black words on the black paper. If you don't confess your guilt, I will send you to God's confession! It is a death sentence for tying enemies and treason. If I put it on the front line of the border, I will not talk nonsense to you. I have clicked it.
To be continued...