"Of course I won't agree!" Suddenly, a frivolous, cold and arrogant voice sounded behind the old men, and a young man who was sitting behind half a hundred old men with his head bowed stood up. He looked no more than thirty years old, and there was a hint of anger between his eyebrows.
.It’s not just him. This impetuous society has made many Chinese people today feel violent in their hearts.
Zhang Jun looked at the young man expressionlessly and said: "Young man, no matter whether you are qualified to make decisions for others or not, your decision is related to the life and death of countless people. You must think carefully and never make a rash decision. Forget it.
When I woke up, Zhang Jun was already forty years old, so it was natural to call him a young man.
The young man sneered: "You can't scare me! You killed Li Kuang, right? I tell you, Li Kuang is a member of our 'Dragon Group', if you kill him, you must die!"
Zhang Jun sighed softly and said: "There were countless people who wanted me dead, but in the end they were the ones who died. If you want me dead too, then I can only kill you."
"Kill me?" The young man laughed wildly, "We, the 'Dragon Group', have reached an agreement with them. As long as we help them rebuild the country, we people will all get great benefits!"
At this point, he shouted loudly and said: "Come on, kill him!"
The young man waved his arms vigorously, with murderous intent in his eyes. This wave of arms was quite temperamental. Unfortunately, until his arms were sore and numb, no one jumped out to kill Zhang Jun.
Zhang Jun sighed and said coldly: "Young people are really motivated, but it's a pity that every move of yours is under my control. 'Dragon Group', right? There are 223 members in total, and their fathers are ministers."
Cadres above, military ranks above the lieutenant general level, or wealthy individuals with a net worth of over 10 billion. With so many young people joining together, the energy generated is indeed great, but unfortunately it is still too weak for me."
Time went back to five minutes ago, and a large number of descendants of hundreds of ethnic groups who came from all over the country gathered in a building not far from the building where Zhang Jun was. There were many of these people, hundreds of them, and they had at least half-step magical powers.
In terms of combat power, there are even masters with peak Guizhen level combat power.
The transfer of so many personnel could not be hidden from Zhang Jun's eyes, because he himself was "Mu Qianshan", and among the hundreds of people he sent there. Even the building used for the gathering was his.
It was decided personally, and the one who was sent out to do the work was none other than the one with the golden scale bloodline.
There were still a few minutes left before the attack time. The middle-aged man with golden scale blood quietly left the scene. He looked around and whispered: "Let's start!"
There was a sound of a machine turning, and thick metal walls suddenly appeared on all sides of the hall with hundreds of people, instantly surrounding everyone inside, making it airtight. All the descendants of the hundreds of tribes were stunned, and someone shouted
: "What the hell? Why are you locking us up?"
"Mu Qianshan, get out of here! If you don't give me an explanation, I will kill you!"
There were roars one after another, and these descendants of hundreds of tribes obviously hadn't figured out what was going on. At this time, a mechanical electronic synthesis sound that did not contain human emotions sounded: energy filling is completed, weapons are running, three, two, one
, started. At the same time, the power in the entire area was cut off, as if something had drained the power all of a sudden.
On the metal wall, silver light suddenly appeared, and then filled the entire space instantly. Outside the metal wall, a middle-aged man from the Golden Scale clan murmured: "The master said this is a weapon specially designed to kill hundreds of people. It should be
Are they all dead?"
The sound insulation effect of the metal wall was very good, and the middle-aged man could not hear the sound. It was not until the metal wall retracted on its own two minutes later that he knew what was going on inside. More than a hundred members of the Bai clan, a group of extremely powerful people, were all killed.
They were lying on the ground in a mess, with silvery-white flames spurting out from their mouths, ears, and ears. If there were any cultivation masters here, they would definitely be able to see that the silvery-white flames were produced by the burning of divine power.
Phenomenon.
More than a hundred descendants of hundreds of tribes were all triggered by the mysterious weapon to create true fire in their bodies. Their original power was burned away, and their bodies died.
The middle-aged man trembled with excitement, turned around and left without saying a word, muttering: "They are dead, they are all dead! Now I can explain to the master!"
The young man who originally clamored to kill Zhang Jun was now as dead as ashes. He said in a trembling voice: "You...where are they?"
Zhang Jun was really not interested in answering such an idiotic question. He waved his hand and said, "Bring it with you."
Thousands of Fugui Gang members and more than 200 escorts showed up, making the scene crowded for a time.
"They are all members of the 'Dragon Group', a group of traitors who want to collude with foreign races and oppress mankind, a group of murderers who want to kill me, and a group of stupid and ugly reptiles. Now, I declare their execution."
After giving the order, the members of the Fugui Gang picked up the sharp knife without expression, and then quickly slashed the heads of more than 200 people. The sharp blade broke the skin, making a scalp-numbing sound, and then
The sound of blood splattering was heard. Many old people looked up to the sky and screamed, crying, and some even fainted.
Zhang Jun was indifferent. He sighed softly and said, "Why bother? Is power so important that it makes you lose your self-esteem and conscience?" At this point, his face turned cold, "Ten minutes are up, your time is up.
What’s the answer?”
The bloody reality is the best warning. The old people cried: "We promise, we promise!" The dead people are only one or two of their descendants. They still have many relatives and friends. These people are no matter what.
They can't suffer any more, otherwise their family will be really doomed.
"Very good!" Zhang Jun nodded, "A few years from now, you will be proud of your choice today! I, Zhang Jun, represent the Tianxing Kingdom, represent the countless people who do not want to be slaves, and represent the secular spiritual practice community with integrity.
The clan declares war!”
At the same time, this scene was broadcast live on every computer, every TV, and every mobile phone in Kyoto. Zhang Jun’s iron-blooded declaration of war reached the ears of countless people. But the vast majority of people
People feel confused, what is going on? What kind of spiritual world? What kind of tribes?
But they soon understood that a concise and to the point newsletter then appeared on computers, TVs, mobile phones, and even on electronic billboards. This newsletter gave everyone a rough idea of what Baizu was and the ruthlessness of Baizu.
Cruelty, and the consequences of being ruled by them, etc.
In an instant, the entire Kyoto went crazy. Factories were shut down, companies were off work, schools were out, traffic jams were on the road, and the airport was temporarily closed. Fortunately, the live broadcast led by Xiaoqiang has been going on, and it will make all the processes so straightforward,
Put it in front of everyone without any disguise.
The cinema run by Kyoto University was full of people. The students from the academy directly cut the network signal to the movie screen. Thousands of students stared at the screen. They were nervous, looking forward to it, and at the same time afraid, because the message Xiaoqiang conveyed was very important to them.
It's too fresh.
"What's going on? Are the hundreds of tribes aliens? And what kind of place is the wilderness? Why haven't humans discovered it?" Countless students kept asking questions to the people around them, their voices full of anxiety.
"We won't die, right? Since the Hundred Tribes are so powerful, how can we fight with them?" A girl asked her boyfriend in tears. The boyfriend gritted his teeth and said: "If it is like what is said above, the Hundred Tribes will enslave
We, then I would rather die than become their slaves!"
However, some people also saw another side. A doctoral student wearing glasses pushed up his glasses and said to several frightened classmates next to him: "Calm down, it is a blessing, not a curse. You can't avoid it, and you can't be afraid."
Change the status quo. I think this is an opportunity."
"What opportunity?" The students suddenly became curious and asked him one after another. They didn't understand what nonsense opportunities there could be in this chaotic situation.
"Opportunities for social transformation." The doctoral student analyzed calmly, "I have studied Zhang Jun specifically and know very well about the Tianxing Kingdom he established. In my judgment, if this person takes control of the country, we may
Really getting into nationalism.”
"Nationalism? You mean Zhang Jun's idea is nationalism?" Several students were surprised and happy. They were obviously supporters of this idea.
The doctoral student nodded: "Yes, in the eyes of others, interests are things that can be obtained, money and power, but Zhang Jun is not. He has a broad mind and wants to build a 'Great Harmony World'. Of course, the Great Harmony World is too ideal."
Doctrine, he retreated to the next best thing and prepared to use statism to govern the country. But we all understand that the basis for realizing statism is the distribution system and the execution of plans, and he fully meets these two conditions."
"So, does our country have a chance to become a fair, free and democratic country without bureaucratic oppression, institutional exploitation?" someone asked with great expectation.
"Yes! As long as Zhang Jun can come on stage." The doctoral student smiled slightly, "I have already applied to go to Tianxing Kingdom. Now it seems that I can wait a little longer. The opportunity may be right in front of me."
The students were talking about each other. When the screen turned, a scene appeared that shocked everyone. A huge underground parking lot was filled with densely packed mechas that were more than three meters high. The cold metal texture was extremely domineering, and occasionally revealed
The weapons are jaw-dropping. They stand in rows, motionless, as if waiting for orders.
"Let me test! Is this a mecha? Has human technology been able to create such a mecha? Is it true?" Mecha fans immediately screamed.
But soon they almost stared out of their eyes, because these mechas moved at the same time, their bodies were like lightning, and they left the parking lot one after another with their brilliance shaking. The scene changed again, and two people were seen in a luxurious residence.
A young man's body is covered with black tattoo-like things, and his eyes are all pitch black without the whites of his eyes.