Chapter 851

"Of course not!" Suddenly, behind the old people, a frivolous and aloof voice sounded, and a young man sitting behind half a hundred old people stood up. He looked no more than thirty years old, and there was a kind of anger between his eyebrows. He is not the only one. The impetuous society makes many Chinese people have a sense of anger in their hearts.

Zhang Jun looked at the young man without expression and said: "young man, no matter whether you are qualified to make decisions on behalf of others, but your decision is related to the life and death of countless people. You must consider it clearly and never make a rash decision. All in all, Zhang Jun is already 40 years old. It is natural to call each other a young man.

The young man sneered: "you can't scare me! You killed Li Kuang, didn't you? 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 to die, but they were the ones who finally died. If you want me to die, I can only kill you."

"Kill me?" Young people "ha ha" laugh, "we" dragon group "has reached an agreement with them, as long as we help them rebuild the country, we people can get great benefits!"

At this point, he gave a big drink and said, "come on, kill him!"

The young man waved his arm with a strong murderous spirit in his eyes, which was quite temperament. Unfortunately, until his arms were numb, no one jumped out to kill Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun sighed and said coldly: "young people are really energetic. It's a pity that your every move is under my control. Dragon group, right? There are 223 members in total. Their father generation is a cadre at or above the ministerial level, a military rank at or above the rank of lieutenant general, or after a rich man with a fortune of more than 10 billion yuan. The energy generated by so many young people is really great, but it is still too weak for me. "

Back to five minutes ago, a large number of descendants of 100 nationalities from all over the country gathered in a building not far from Zhang Jun's building. There are a lot of these people, there are hundreds of them. They have at least half a step of magic power, and there are even experts with the highest fighting capacity.

So many personnel transfer, naturally can not hide Zhang Jun's eyes, because he is "Mu Qianshan", there are hundreds of people he sent to the past. Even, the building used for gathering was personally appointed by him, and it was the blood of the golden scale who was sent out to work.

A few minutes before the attack time, the middle-aged man with golden scale blood quietly left the scene. He looked around and said in a low voice, "start it!"

There was a sound of mechanism turning, and thick metal walls suddenly appeared in the upper and lower parts of the hall of hundreds of people, and all the people were trapped in it in an instant. The descendants of all the 100 nationalities were stunned. Some people called out, "what the hell is going on? What are we locked up for? "

"Mu Qianshan, get out of here! If you don't give me an account, I will destroy you! "

With a roar, it is obvious that these descendants of the 100 nationalities have not yet figured out what is going on. At this point, a mechanical, electronic synthesizer without human emotions starts: the energy is filled, the weapon is running, three, two, one, starting. At the same time, the whole district's power was cut off, as if by something to empty the electricity.

On the metal walls, all of a sudden, there was a silver light, and then the whole space was filled in an instant. Outside the metal walls, the middle-aged man of the Jinling nationality murmured: "the master said that this is a special weapon to kill 100 people. Should they all be dead?"

After two minutes, he could not hear the sound of the metal wall. More than 100 members of the 100 ethnic groups, a group of extremely strong fighting force, all died, lying on the ground in disorder, their mouths, ears, ears, all spray out silver white flames. If there are master practitioners here, you can certainly see that the silver white flame is a phenomenon after the divine power burns.

All of the more than 100 descendants of the 100 ethnic groups were ignited by the mysterious weapons. The original power burned out and their bodies died.

The middle-aged man jilingling had a cold war. Without saying a word, he turned around and left and murmured: "dead, all dead! Now you can tell the master! "

The young man who had been clamoring to kill Zhang Jun was as dead as ashes. He said in a trembling voice, "you And they? "

Zhang Junshi was not interested in answering such an idiot's question. He waved his hand and said, "take it."

More than 200 people escorted by thousands of rich and noble gang members appeared, making the scene crowded for a time.

"A group of" monsters, they want to kill a group of monsters, they want to kill a group of people. Now, I declare their execution. "

At an order, the rich and noble gang members took up the sharp knife without expression, and then quickly scratched the heads of more than 200 people. The sharp blade cuts through the skin and makes a tingling sound on the scalp, followed by the "silk" sound of blood splashing. Many old people raised their heads to the sky and cried bitterly, while others fainted.

Zhang Jun was indifferent. He sighed softly and said, "why bother? Is power so important that you lose your self-esteem and conscience? " At this point, he looked cold. "Ten minutes have come. What's your answer?"The bloody reality is the best warning. The old people cry, "we promise, we promise!" The dead are only one or two of their descendants. They still have many relatives and friends. These people can't suffer any more in any case, otherwise their family will be ruined.

"Good!" Zhang Jun nodded, "in a few years, you will be proud of today's choice! Zhang Jun, on behalf of the kingdom of heaven, on behalf of countless people who do not want to be slaves, and on behalf of the secular world of practice with solar terms, formally declare war on the hundred nationalities! "

At the same time, this scene was broadcast live on every computer, TV and mobile phone in Kyoto. Zhang's declaration of war was spread to countless people's ears. But the vast majority of people feel inexplicable, how is this going on? What kind of spiritual world? What hundred ethnic groups?

However, they soon understood that a concise communication appeared on computers, TV, mobile phones and even on electronic billboards. This communication roughly let people know what the hundred tribes are, the cruelty and ferocity of them, and the results of their rule.

All of a sudden, the whole of Kyoto went crazy. Factories were shut down, companies were closed, schools were closed, roads were blocked, and airports were temporarily closed. Fortunately, the live broadcast led by Xiaoqiang has been going on all the time. It puts all the process in front of the public with no cover up.

The school run cinema of Kyoto University is full of people. The students directly cut the network signal to the film screen. Thousands of students stare at the screen. They are nervous, expectant and afraid, because the information conveyed by Xiaoqiang is too fresh for them.

"What's the matter? Are Baizu aliens? What is the wasteland? Why hasn't mankind discovered it? " Countless students keep asking questions to people around them, and their tone is full of anxiety.

"We're not going to die, are we? Since the hundred nationalities are so powerful, what can we fight with them? " A girl asked her boyfriend in tears. The boy friend bit his teeth and said, "if the hundred tribes will enslave us as mentioned above, I would rather die than become their slaves!"

However, some people also saw another side. A doctor with glasses pushed his glasses and said to several frightened students: "calm down. It's blessing, not disaster. It can't be avoided. Fear can't change the status quo. I think it's an opportunity. "

"What opportunity?" The students were curious and asked him one after another. They don't understand the opportunities for bullshit in this mess.

"Opportunities for social change." The doctoral student calmly analyzed, "Zhang Jun, who I have studied specially, is very familiar with the heavenly kingdom he established. In my judgment, if this person is in charge of the country, we may really be entering nationalism. "

"Nationalism? You mean Zhang Jun's idea is nationalism? " Several students were surprised and pleased, and they were obviously supporters of this idea.

The doctoral student nodded: "yes, in other people's eyes, interest is what you can get. Money and power are not. He has a broad mind. He wants to build a" world of great harmony. ". Of course, the world of great harmony is too idealistic, so he retreats to the second place, and he is ready to govern the country with nationalism. However, we all know that the foundation of nationalism is the distribution system and the implementation plan, 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 can be on the stage. " The doctoral student smiles. "I have applied to go to tianxingguo. Now it seems that I can wait a moment. The opportunity may be in front of me."

The students are talking about it in succession. The picture turns and a scene that makes everyone shocked appears. A huge underground parking lot, full of dense, up to three meters high mecha. The cold metal texture is extremely domineering, and the occasionally exposed weapons are jaw dropping. They stood in rows, motionless, as if waiting for orders.

"I'll take the exam! Is this a mecha? Has human technology been able to create such an interview mecha? Is it true? " The mecha fans screamed at once.

But soon they almost glared their eyes out, because these mechas moved at the same time, their bodies were like electricity, and they left the parking lot one after another. The picture turns again. In a luxury house, two young men are covered with black tattoos, and their eyes are all painted black, without white eyes.

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