บท 1398: The Empire On Deck

In the endless sea, a cargo ship sailed forward.

"Where are we going?"

"Panama's concentration camp. That is where you yellow-skinned monkeys belong." When the officer said this, his face was filled with indescribable arrogance and contempt, "From the moment you set foot on the United States, we have been watching you."

Zhou Guoping looked at the man with a gloomy expression, clenched his fists, but finally swallowed his anger down.

Although these Americans treated him as a "senior prisoner of war" with courtesy, he had no doubt that if he did something unwise at this moment, this officer, who did not like him from the start, would definitely take advantage of this golden opportunity to treat him with a bullet.

When the officer saw Zhou Guoping's clenched fist slowly loosen, he snorted, and the hand resting on his waist slowly retracted. However, the contempt in his eyes grew stronger.