Super Dictator

I'm crying and begging for support from my brothers. I write more than 10,000 words every day. Isn't it worth your red vote? (^o^)/~

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When the second Japanese manager saw the British master boss appearing, he crawled forward and hugged his thigh.

The two Japs tearfully accused Wei Jichen of his crimes: "Mr. Richard, these two Chinese don't take our British Empire seriously at all. They not only hurt people, but also broke so many things. Who else will do it in the future?" If you dare to dine here, where will the dignity of our British Empire go?”

Unfortunately, his face was swollen, his words were out of control, and his voice was very weird, which made him look a little funny for a while.

Wei Jichen glanced around coldly, threw a piece of horseshoe silver on the table, flicked his sleeves, took Su Zhiniang's little hand and said, "Let's go."

A hero doesn't want to suffer immediate losses. Seeing the opponent's numbers and strength, Wei Jichen still thought it would be better to avoid the edge for the time being.

It was a pity that Richard, an Englishman, would not let him leave so easily. Richard saw that the guests around him were pointing and pointing with smiles on their faces. Among them, there were even one or two Germans and Frenchmen who seemed to be talking about Wei Jichen's skills just now. How to excel.

Richard raised his hand slightly, and the Indian guards raised their guns and aimed at Wei Jichen.

"Sir, do you want to leave after hurting someone? Do you Chinese have such a barbaric style?" Richard is in his thirties, wearing a tuxedo. He speaks slowly and his gestures are that of a gentleman. Panache, looking personable.

"Is this the gentlemanly behavior of your British Empire, pointing your gun at the customers who come in?" Wei Jichen retorted.

"I didn't see the customers, I only saw two clowns shouting here, doing something in such a noble and elegant place, what are they if they are not clowns?" Richard bowed slightly to the surrounding people, which caused a burst of laughter from the British around him. Cheers.

"Is it true that your country is only allowed to hurt people and not me to fight back? Even according to your country's laws, you are forced to defend yourself." Wei Jichen saw Wang Huaiqing appearing at the street corner with seven or eight soldiers. I couldn't help but feel reassured, and I wasn't in a hurry to leave.

Wei Jichen slowly sat down on the chair beside him and snapped his fingers.

The soldier in front seemed to have eyes on his back. He put away his gun, respectfully took out a beautiful mahogany box from his arms, placed it gently on the table, and then opened it carefully and slowly. He slowly took out a thick and long cigar, cut off the head with a special cigar, and placed it between Wei Jichen's fingers.

Wei Jichen held it between his lips. The soldier had already lit a long match and put it under the cigar. Wei Jichen gently turned it a few times to heat it, then blew it back a few times to blow away the match smoke, and then closed the door. He closed his eyes and took a gentle breath.

"Tell me what you want to do." Wei Jichen asked slowly, ignoring the stunned British people around him.

Several British guys with cigars quietly touched their cartons and decided to change to a special packaging box after going back. They also remembered Wei Jichen's actions just now clearly. What is elegance? This is called elegance.

Richard was stunned for a moment, and then he came back to his senses. Seeing that the Qing nationality across from him was making a show of his own territory again, he felt even more displeased. He said coldly: "I have informed the patrol room about this. Intentionally hurting people and damaging private property is enough for you to spend a period of time in jail.”

At the other end of the street, more than a dozen Chinese patrolmen, led by a British inspector, hurried over in small steps.

Wei Jichen's soldiers arrived almost at the same time as the wave of patrols.

Both parties rushed into the restaurant at once, glaring at each other angrily.

"Sir, are you not injured?" Wang Huaiqing walked to Wei Jichen, lowered his head and asked.

"What can I do? Protect Zhimiang." Wei Jichen said as he stood up.

Over there, Richard also told the British inspector the general situation.

Just as the British inspector was about to speak, Wei Jichen waved his hand and ordered in a cold voice: "Brothers, if their guns are fired, anyone who dares to resist will be shot to death."

Both Richard and the British inspector became furious, while the Chinese patrolmen took a step back in fear.

At the same time, I thought in my heart: Who is this person? He dares to offend the British. He must be calm.

Wei Jichen's soldiers were only one of a hundred, they were all killing people without calculation. They had just come off the battlefield, and they all had a strong evil aura on their bodies. These patrolmen who only knew how to use their power to bully the common people were not worthy of carrying their shoes.

Wei Jichen gave the order, and several soldiers quickly stepped forward, staring fiercely at the Chinese patrolmen and Indian guards.

"Damn it, didn't you hear me? I told you to put down your guns."

"Fuck, put down the gun." When the two soldiers saw that the patrolman in front was still holding it up, they couldn't help but stepped forward and punched and kicked him, causing the patrolman's head to be bruised and bleeding, and he was wailing.

When the other patrol officers saw this, they all quietly hid behind the British inspector, with their guns pointed at the ground. Apparently they did not dare to act rashly. They were all old-timers and knew that they could not interfere with this matter.

The soldiers of the Guards Corps came forward to collect them one by one.

The British Inspector couldn't believe what he was seeing.

An Indian who did not believe in evil raised his gun and was about to make a move. Wei Jichen's movements were as fast as lightning, and his wrist snapped with a snap.

The Indian screamed and dropped his rifle to the ground, causing everyone in the restaurant to feel in danger.

Originally, these guests gathered close to watch the excitement, but when they saw that Wei Jichen's side actually fired a gun, they couldn't help shouting and quickly retreated to about ten meters away to watch the development of the matter.

"Whoever makes another move will die!" Wei Jichen raised his hand and fired another shot, knocking the hat of the British inspector who was about to draw his gun to the ground.

The British inspector was so angry that he was shaking all over. When he saw so many people on his side, they were hiding behind each other and did not dare to come forward. He couldn't help but shouted angrily: "You losers, come forward quickly."

Those patrol officers who were just paid to do things, but when they encountered such a fierce guy as Wei Jichen, whoever dared to step forward would turn back with their faces half green and half red.

Seeing that the people under his command could no longer move, the British inspector stepped forward and cursed at Wei Jichen: "Who are you? You dare to attack the police of the British Empire. You are destroying the relationship between the Qing Dynasty and the British Empire."

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that on Chinese territory, it's not your turn to make the decision yet." Wei Jichen stopped immediately and winked. The soldiers guarded him and slowly walked towards the door. go.

At the door of the restaurant, I heard gunshots, and at some point hundreds of people had gathered around, pointing inside.

"When did the British Concession become the territory of you Qing people!"

The crowd was separated, and British Chief Inspector Wilson of the Patrol Room slowly walked in with more than a hundred soldiers.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I'm sorry to interrupt your meal." Wilson took off his hat and bowed to the guests in the restaurant.

Wei Jichen's face couldn't help but turn ugly.

"Sir, I admire your courage and dare to cause trouble in the concession of our British Empire. This inspector has just accompanied the imperial consul to sign a treaty to expand the concession with your country's Tianjin Customs Dao Sheng Xuanhuai. What should I call this gentleman? Wilson asked with a smile.

Although he had a pleasant face, his words had a profound meaning.

During the Sino-Japanese War of 1898-1894, China was defeated. Britain, France and other countries took the opportunity to expand concessions in Tianjin without authorization. The Qing government's protests were in vain and had to send Sheng Xuanhuai to negotiate the re-demarcation of the concessions.

What Wilson means is that your government doesn’t even dare to say anything when it comes to the British Empire. How dare you mess with us?

"Our Lord is Wei Jichen, the commander-in-chief of Wei Zijun!" Although Wang Huaiqing and others were surrounded, they were not afraid at all.

"Wei Jichen?" Wilson thought for a while, then suddenly realized it, and then said with a smile: "I thought who had such courage. It turned out to be Wei Jichen, a famous Qing general who led troops to defeat the Japanese army many times."

"Of course!" Wang Huaiqing straightened his body and said proudly.

Wilson's eyes turned cold and he said gloomily: "Wei Jichen! Huh, even if the emperor of your country comes to our concession of the British Empire, he must abide by the laws of our British Empire. Anyone who offends the dignity of our British Empire, no matter who it is, will They will all be severely punished by our British Empire.”

"Someone, take these madmen back to the patrol room for questioning." Wilson said with a sneer.

This time, more than a hundred patrolmen relied on their strength to encircle him.

"Sir, what should we do?" Wang Huaiqing was worried and asked Wei Jichen's opinion softly.

Although Wei Jichen was extremely angry and furious, he knew clearly that if he and others dared to resist, with the arrogance of the British, the British Chief Inspector opposite would definitely dare to order the shooting.

If he is brought back to the patrol room, he will be humiliated by the British at most. I believe that the court will send someone to negotiate after receiving the news. But if he resists now, he may be fine, but these soldiers may be left here.

"Let's go with them." Wei Jichen felt deeply ashamed. He had never flinched on the battlefield, but now, he was powerless and could only allow others to humiliate him.

"Sir." Seeing the always tough Wei Jichen being humiliated like this, the soldiers all screamed in sympathy.

"Damn it, fight them. If you kill one of them, you won't have to pay, but if you kill a pair, you will make a profit." A soldier shouted loudly.

"Put down the gun. Don't think about yourselves, but also think about the lives of adults." Wang Huaiqing scolded the soldier with tearful eyes.

All the soldiers bowed their heads deeply.

The Chinese people watching outside the door heard that the person trapped inside was Wei Jichen, who was about to be captured by the British at this time.

There was a commotion and everyone started making noises.

"Let General Wei go!"

"Let General Wei go!"

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The roars of excitement came one after another.

Wei Jichen has a great reputation. He is not only a hero in the eyes of ordinary people, but also a spiritual pillar of this decadent and backward country.

Arresting him to patrol the British Concession was not only an insult to Wei Jichen, but also an insult to the entire nation. Anyone with a slight sense of shame in their hearts would stand up.

The scene got a little out of control for a while.

Wilson didn't care so much. With one order, more than fifty patrolmen turned around and pointed their guns at the noisy crowd. Anyone who dared to come forward would be killed without fail.

Wei Jichen's eyes filled with tears. This country could still be saved, but he couldn't let ordinary people sacrifice for him. This shame was something he could only remember deeply in his heart.

Wei Jichen clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug deeply into his flesh. He didn't want to see bloodshed and was about to step forward to persuade the people.

In the restaurant, a slender and meticulously dressed old British man suddenly walked up to Wilson and whispered a few words in his ear.

Wilson's expression changed drastically, and he followed the old British man's gaze into the restaurant, and then walked over quickly regardless of the noise here.