Chapter 630 Cultivation Temple at the foot of Jianshan Mountain!
"Your Majesty, you must be careful. Nowadays, the relationship between our two countries is tense and there is a feud. It can be said that the Chinese people hate our great Japanese country deeply. This hatred was inherited from their grandfather's generation. If
If they really have to choose a country to release zombies, they will definitely choose our country without hesitation. Moreover, the migration of the Chinese zombie clan has not received a clear statement from the Chinese leadership at all. When the time comes, they can definitely say
It was the Corpse Tribe who migrated on their own initiative, and they didn't know about it, so there's nothing we can do to them!" He was still worried, and the wrinkles on his face were bunched together like orange peels.
Noda's words made everyone present panic. Everyone was talking in a low voice, and the anxiety in their hearts was palpable. Some people were even planning in their hearts to drag their families and leave Japan for refuge as soon as something went wrong.
Taro Tokugawa also frowned at this time. He was frightened by Noda's words. He had a vague premonition in his heart. It seemed that these zombies were really going to be released into the Japanese country. Now he couldn't sit still. "Order the cooperation
The Department of Security has increased the intensity of sea defense, and the Self-Defense Forces are ready for battle. And, and, I, I want to have a phone call with the top Chinese officials, no, no, I want to have a phone call with Uncle Sam!"
Taro Tokugawa was really anxious now. It was unimaginable that tens of millions of zombies were dropped on Japan. The degree of destruction would be a hundred times more terrifying than the atomic bombs dropped by Latin America on Japan. At this moment, Taro Tokugawa suddenly thought of
His newly appointed godfather is Latin American President Uncle Sam. Maybe the president of this superpower will give his godson some help.
Yandu City, a farmhouse at the foot of Jianshan Mountain.
"Grandpa, come and watch TV!" A boy of twelve or thirteen years old pulled an old man and walked towards the house.
"What are you watching TV? Come and cook. Grandpa will have lunch and we have to go to the mountain with the villagers to build a shrine for our benefactor!" The old man was a little helpless. The grandson must let him watch some cartoons or something.
You are quite old, so you can understand those things.
If Chen Jinyuan were here, he would definitely recognize this old man as one of the people he rescued on Jianshan Mountain that day. The old man who asked Chen Jinyuan's name and said that he wanted to build a shrine for Chen Jinyuan.
"I'm not asking you to watch cartoons. Come and watch with me, grandpa!" The child named Xiaolan pulled the old man into the bedroom, pointed at the TV screen and said excitedly to the old man: "Grandpa, look!"
When the old man saw it, he immediately frowned and said, "You kid, how many times have I told you not to watch zombie movies anymore? Are you feeling itchy?" The screen was full of hideous-looking zombies, and the old man couldn't help but feel a little agitated.
After returning from Jianshan, they all developed an unspeakable fear of zombies. Everything related to zombies would trigger the most terrifying memories buried in their hearts.
Seeing her grandpa pretending to beat herself up, Xiaolan immediately became anxious, "Grandpa, please see clearly first. When have you ever seen CCTV broadcast a zombie movie? This is news, this is a live broadcast!"
"News?" The old man was startled. He turned around and looked again. Xiaolan pointed to a place on the screen and said to the old man: "Grandpa, who do you think is here?"
"Huh!~?" The old man looked at the place pointed by his grandson with his cloudy eyes, "This, this is... my benefactor?"
"Yeah!" Xiaolan nodded, "Grandpa, you are so amazing, I can recognize you at a glance!" The picture was fixed on a piece of sand on the coast. There were three figures standing there. It has to be said that modern technology is quite advanced.
Overlooking the satellite, you can have a panoramic view of everything that happened on the ground. Although it is not very clear, you can barely recognize the faces of the people. One of the faces is Chen Jinyuan, who rescued them, and the other two are...
The nightmare that they will never forget in their lifetime, Song Dafen and Gao DaDaFen.
"How come my benefactor is also filming TV?" The old man's brain was a little weak, and he felt that he couldn't react properly. Why did Chen Jinyuan appear on TV?
"Grandpa, I told you, this is news!" Xiaolan shook his head helplessly, pointed to the other side of the screen and said, "Grandpa, look, these zombies are heading towards this big ship!"
"Ah? Can you tell Grandpa what's going on?" The old man suddenly became interested, grabbed Xiaolan's arm and asked enthusiastically.
"Oh, needless to say, it must be my benefactor who wants to send these disgusting guys away!" A smile appeared on Xiaolan's face. In his opinion, the facts must be as he said.
"Send these disgusting guys away? That's not the case. Then there will be no zombies in China in the future?" After listening to his grandson's words, the old man felt his heart beating loudly.
"Of course, grandpa, don't you know that there are no zombies in Yancheng City now? They have all gone to Bo Cou. From now on, we can live a peaceful life again, and I can go to school again without being here.
The blood was sucked by the zombies!" Xiaolan's eyes filled with happy tears.
The old man's breathing was rapid and he knelt down in front of the TV tremblingly. "My benefactor is really a living Buddha. He is a great benefactor. I will never forget him!" His voice kept trembling, which showed how excited he was in his heart.
, the old man wiped away his tears and pulled the grandson next to him, "Kneel down quickly and kowtow to our benefactor. Remember, our benefactor has shown us kindness again and we will never forget it in our lifetime!"
"I know, Grandpa!" The little grandson knelt down and kowtowed three times. The old man suddenly stood up, "No, the people in the village don't know yet. I have to tell them. We will never have to suffer from zombies again."
It’s a disaster!”
Before he finished speaking, the old man ran outside with excitement. The little grandson also stood up and shouted to the old man's back, "Grandpa, I'm going to cook, and I'll go to the Xiusheng Temple with you in the afternoon!"
...
But Chen Jinyuan didn't know that what he did had touched the hearts of millions of people, and that the whole world was watching him. There was admiration, admiration, shock, doubt, and hatred among them.
"There are so many zombies, I'm afraid it will take a long time to get them all on board!" Chen Jinyuan stood there for more than an hour, watching the corpses like a torrential river, continuously climbing up the mirage, as if it was endless.
, the zombies behind seemed to have not decreased at all, and Chen Jinyuan felt a little depressed. Unfortunately, there were no entertainment facilities here, which made Chen Jinyuan feel a little panicked.
"Brother Chen, there are so many zombies. I'm afraid I won't be able to finish them all in less than a day or two. Why don't we find a place to play!" Seeing Chen Jinyuan's bored look, Gao Dafen shamelessly shouted after Song Dafen.
Brother Chen.
"Forget it, you should just stay here and keep an eye on it. If something goes wrong, it will be terrible!" Chen Jinyuan didn't care what Gao Boldly called him, and rejected Gao Boldly's request. If these two guys weren't here,
, these zombies lost their restraints and started rioting, which is not easy to deal with.
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