Li Kun listened below for a long time and concluded that there were roughly three main types. The passive faction; represented by the Huang family, followed by a group of people. They thought they could resist appropriately, but it was definitely of no use. Everyone should seize the time and evacuate, either to the mainland or Taiwan. It doesn't matter if you lose money, at least you can save your life. I believe the government will not kill them all! This is also the mentality of most people. They are mainly representatives of small families and businessmen. Radicals; resolutely resist and strive for the status and power of the Chinese. There are tens of millions of Chinese in Indonesia. They also control more than 60% of Indonesia's economy, which can be said to be rich and well-connected. Everyone unites and contributes money and efforts to fight against the government. Even if you can't win, you still have to splash his blood. I don¡¯t believe that the government can wipe out all Chinese people. I don't believe that the government has the idea of ????turning the country into chaos. We can also seek support from the international community. In the end, it should be resolved through negotiation. I believe that the status of the Chinese will be firmly entrenched in the future. No one dares to reach out to the Chinese again. Once and for all! This time everyone sacrifices to create a better future for future generations. Those who have this idea are mainly traditional big families like the Luo family and the Jiang family. They are all families with a history of hundreds of years, and this time they suffered heavy losses. Many families had relatives who were killed in this tragedy. Coupled with the lessons of history, it can be said that they hate the indigenous people and the government. Someone has said loudly with red eyes: If everyone resists and donates all their family property, men can go to the battlefield. "Capitulation faction; senseless resistance will only bring more sacrifices, let's lose money and avoid disaster!" After all, don¡¯t these military police just want money? Everyone contributes some blood and collects some money to give them. Once they are dealt with, the thugs will naturally not be a big problem. The government can't let them make things worse, right? Anyway, I will continue to live here. Doing business! Why do you have to make it so stiff! Those who hold this idea are both peacetime and the military. The police got closer to the families and even colluded with each other. And some timid businessmen. Their proposal, of course, drew a chorus of rebuke from the radicals. Many people directly called them traitors. The argument quickly turned into insults, and it would have ended in a fight if they hadn't all taken care of face. There are also some parts that have no opinions and are just like everyone else. It¡¯s noisy like a vegetable market, and no one can convince anyone. Li Kun just sat aside and watched the show. He had expected this situation. It would be strange if they could actually agree! Li Kun stood up in disgust and walked out, lighting a cigarette at the door and starting to smoke. Lin Fuxiang also walked out. "It made Mr. Li laugh. That's how we are here. It's like this on everything, and there's no unified opinion. Alas!" "Then, I want to know what you think, Mr. Lin?" Li Kun raised the corner of his mouth slightly. Asked. "Have we Indonesian Chinese suffered too few disasters in the past hundreds of years? Why can't many people remember the lessons of so many bloodsheds? Alas! I" "Mr. Lin, I know what you are thinking. "Don't worry! I believe many people will change their minds tomorrow!" Li Kun interrupted Lin Fuxiang. He was really afraid that he would back down. If Lin Fuxiang retreats, then the matter is basically over. Li Kun asked Lin Fuxiang to find the families who were the main combatants, and they discussed it secretly in another room for a while. These people left happily one by one. At twelve o¡¯clock in the middle of the night, the Special Division camp on the outskirts of Jakarta was quiet. Only the sentry at the door was still standing guard with vigor, and the searchlight on the tower shone hastily down below from time to time. "Damn it, those bastards have had a great time these past two days. They robbed a lot of property and played with women. They made me feed mosquitoes here! Do you think the general is too careful? Just those Chinese. They were all scared to death by the thugs. Just like sheep, how dare they come here to cause trouble? Huh, don't even look at this place," a soldier said while fiddling with the searchlight. "Hey, who made us unlucky! You, please stop complaining! I heard that some very powerful guys appeared among the Chinese today, and several of our people died. Look, the lights in the conference room are still on. ! The general and the others are still discussing what to do tomorrow!" the soldier next to him said lazily. "Hmph, so what if there are a few powerful guys? There are only a few people, how dare they come to try on us. Don't ask, our Special 24th Division is the most elite force. Just watch! Tomorrow Send more people out and see how those guys die. Humph! You think so?" The soldier just turned his head. Suddenly I felt my neck tighten, and I opened my mouth wide to scream but couldn't. "Crack!" With a sound, he heard the sound of his neck being broken. In his last consciousness, he saw his companion lying on the ground with his neck crooked like him. Dang Fei LengHe smiled and clapped his hands. Turn up the searchlight. The sentry standing guard at the gate had just opened his mouth and yawned, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mouth. A dagger was thrust right into his throat from his mouth, and blood flowed out of his mouth in large streams. The sentry held his neck with his hands and muttered. He fell to the ground with a thud. My hands and feet kept twitching! The sentry next to him was frightened by this sudden scene and was about to shout. A hand reached out from behind and covered his mouth, and with a "click!" his neck was broken. The officer in the duty room heard a noise outside and stuck his head out of the window to take a look. Two men were found lying on the ground. Before he could react, there was a "thud" behind his head. His eyes turned black and he fell down. The army conference room was filled with smoke, and General Ha Shang sat at the top. Holding a cigar in his hand, he was looking at his subordinates below with a pair of goldfish eyes. More than a dozen officers below were smoking cigarettes and watching a lieutenant colonel speak. "General, so far we have lost contact with more than thirty officers and soldiers. Judging from the news, a group of mysterious people are indeed helping them. It is estimated that the number is between thirty and fifty people. Their marksmanship is accurate and their attacks are accurate. Ruthless and decisive. I guess they are special forces sent by China or Taiwan. These people are very dangerous to us. If they lurk in the crowd and launch surprise attacks, it will be difficult to complete our mission. "The other officers were all whispering to each other, speculating on the origin and purpose of these people. "Huh, I don't care where they come from. I want them to never come back. You know the orders from above. We must provoke conflicts between the people and the Chinese. We must divert people's grievances against the government. We must put these things away tomorrow. Find someone" "No, we're already here!" Before Ha Shang finished speaking, a voice came from the door. (To be continued)