Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 856: Double babbling failed again

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"The Chinese version ‘THAAD’ live bomb test failed continuously. It is reported that two kinetic energy interceptors fired in the second test yesterday missed the target.

Since the first test last week, PLA launched four interceptors in just half a month and hit only one target. This success rate has no actual deployment value. "

"A spokesperson for the Huaxia military refused to disclose the reasons for the failure and said it would continue similar tests. According to analysis by US military personnel, Huaxia is still at an extremely early level in high-altitude anti-ballistic missiles. Such intensive tests cannot bring about How much results. "

"For the Chinese military ’s willingness to conduct missile interception tests, the outside media generally expressed concern. This may lead to a new regional arms race and intensify the military tension in Northeast Asia."

Recently, the news of the international community has been slaughtered by the news of the rabbit family ’s anti-missile test. Zhou Qingfeng went to Japan to **** the second batch of products that were restricted from export, but saw continuous reports in the media about the failure of the test.

Yomiuri Shimbun, Asahi Shimbun, NHK, Yahoo Japan, and other media are all over the air for promotion, and it ’s okay not to read Zhou Qingfeng. This was all news of failure, and someone made a sneer at him in front of him.

"Lin-san, what do you think of the anti-ballistic missile test in your country?"

"It is said that you have to conduct more experiments, will this be too reckless?"

"Americans have spent 20 years engaged in anti-missile projects, of which more than a dozen failed to have a reliable success rate. You are too anxious to launch such a non-stop."

It's Hashimoto Jiro who tells this fart. Zhou Qingfeng can't avoid this guy if he wants to smuggle. In order to avoid trouble, I usually live in his home.

But Mr. Hashimoto did n’t know whether he was particularly comfortable with Zhou Qingfeng. He clearly appeared to be polite when dealing with other Japanese people, but when he saw him, he liked to talk nonsense.

Current affairs news is being broadcast on the television in this living room. The host took a vote of the so-called commentator to discuss the issue of "Hua Xia ABM". The Japanese view is clear-this technique is too difficult, as if using one bullet to hit another bullet, only the United States has this ability.

For Hashimoto Jiro's seemingly discussion, but in fact ridiculous words, Zhou Qingfeng can only roll his eyes and said he would not comment. As a result, ‘no comment’ made the Hashimoto Jiro a big victory, and he happily poured a few glasses of wine into his mouth and sang a chorus of choreography.

"Neuropathy, our anti-missile failure, how happy are you? You Japanese do not even have the ability to engage in anti-missile." Zhou Qingfeng is so comforting in his heart, but this miss is really uncomfortable.

While singing and drinking, and drinking and singing, finally Mr Hashimoto was so drunk that he fell on the floor with a plop. Seeing him look like he was sleeping, Zhou Qingfeng sighed a long way, and there was a kind of comfort that was finally relieved.

"Lin-san, I'm sorry, I will make a guilt for you on behalf of Jiro." Kyoko, who was sitting on his knees, bowed his head to Zhou Qingfeng with an extremely sincere attitude.

"It's okay, I think Mr. Hashimoto must have been under too much work pressure. It's okay to let go of the waves and vent them properly." Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, he couldn't think about a drunk ghost.

"No, I must apologize. Because it is so rude." Kyoko knelt forward and touched the ground with his forehead, weeping, "Please punish me, no matter what punishment can be . "

Nani ..., no need! I'm just a little bit angry, but this guy Hashimoto deliberately finds faults. What does this **** do have to do with punishing you?

Zhou Qingfeng didn't understand it, but saw that Kyoko in kimono gently untied his belt, and the clothes were half faded. The wife and mother had fair skin and Yufeng was vaguely vague.

"I know that as Chinese people are ridiculed by the Japanese, my heart must be full of resentment. People with a status like Lin-san will definitely be uncomfortable. Please don't suppress it, let me vent it all on me." Kyoko looked at Zhou Qingfeng very sincerely and sincerely.

"Ma'am, it's not so good!" Zhou Qingfeng repeatedly shook off, helpless but difficult, but chanted!

It's been a night, it seems to be a bit useful, and the suffocating smoke disappeared last night. Zhou Qingfeng even looked at the mayor of Hashimoto the next day and even felt a little embarrassed.

"Lin-san, I'm so sorry, I was too rude last night." The sober Japanese is still very polite. Hashimoto Jiro seems to think of his bad attitude last night and quickly apologized to Zhou Qingfeng.

"It's okay, it's okay, I have something wrong, and I would like to ask Hashimoto to forgive me." Zhou Qingfeng also bowed his head and apologized. After all, it was quite cool last night.

So the two men released their suspicions and smiled. Until the evening, the mayor returned home from work ...

"Ha Ha Ha ..., Lin-san, China ’s third anti-missile experiment failed again today. What do you think?" Hashimoto Jiro ran back from the outside with a wine bottle, and the whole person was drunk and disheveled, quite crazy. Hysteria.

I go ...!

Zhou Qingfeng has a cold face, and endures the urge to blow the opponent's head with a punch. Is n’t it a good smile to laugh at En Enqi? You guys are endless!

But Hashimoto Jiro really did n’t let go of Zhou Qingfeng. He laughed and pulled him to turn on the TV. He pointed to the TV news being broadcast and said, "Look, today China conducted the third anti-ballistic missile. Another two interceptors were fired. , Still missed the target. "

He He He ..., Zhou Qingfeng's face is uncomfortable, and he continues to decline to comment, but he is angry and murderous. However, Hashimoto Jiro began to sing and dance again, and others started to perform Noh Drama today, and finally got themselves drunk again.

So Kyoko immediately walked on his knees ... "" Lin-san, I'm really sorry! Jiro he usually doesn't like this, this must be his pressure. I know this is very rude, I don't have any anger to suppress in my heart, Please ..., punish me. "

So the other night, the next day ...

"Lin Sen, I'm so sorry. My behavior last night is really shameful ..."

"It's okay, it's okay, we all have something wrong, and I have to apologize to you."

Do n’t be so careful, big boy husband, right?

Do n’t leave home, focus on wine and color, it ’s rare to be confused, rare to be confused!

Being a person must be happy ..., so Zhou Qingfeng has forgotten all her troubles!

The day passed by safely.

But in the evening, Hashimoto Jiro ran back like a madman. He did n’t enter the house and heard him shouting outside, "Lin-san, China ’s fourth anti-missile test failed again today. What are your questions? Feelings? "

Zhou Qingfeng looked silent, then watched Mr Hashimoto sing and dance again, doing the things he had done in the past two days, and finally got drunk.

And Kyoko walked on his knees with an extremely sorry expression, "Lin-san, I'm really sorry, ..."

"Stop!" Zhou Qingfeng's face was as dark as the bottom of the pot, and his palms were lowered and shouted: "Don't talk anymore, my anger value is already MAX, take off your clothes."

It was another night, early in the morning on the third day. Mr. Hashimoto Jiro, uh ..., he did n’t go to work today, he did n’t wake up and apologized.

It's Zhou Qingfeng's sore back crawling out of the bed, twisting his neck and twisting his waist, feeling his body hollowed out. At this time his phone rang and Xiao Jinlang called in black words: "Lin Sen, do you still have the last shipment? We want to add some ammunition."

The Zhou Qingfeng burst out with a sigh of relief. The continuous failure of domestic anti-ballistic missiles has caused him to suffer in Japan. On the one hand, it must be squeezed by Kyoko while being exposed to Hashimoto Jiro's birdiness. He couldn't help but ask, "I said, can your anti-missile be reliable? Is it fun to fail every day?"

"Failed? No!"

"Reports that the China Anti-Ballistic Missile Test failed to hit the target in a row, is this not a failure?"

"We use the American ‘THAAD’ system to intercept our own medium-range ballistic missiles. If we ca n’t hit it, it ’s called success? How can we say failure?"

"Ah ..., that's it!" Zhou Qingfeng froze for a long time, speechless, "You said it makes sense, I can't even refute it." (To be continued.)