Chapter 901: Officially declare war

"Of course I don't agree!" Suddenly, behind the old men, a frivolous and arrogant voice sounded, and a young man sitting behind the half-hundred old man stood up. He does not appear to be over thirty, and there is a hostility between his eyebrows. More than him, this impetuous society makes many people in today's country feel hostile.
Zhang Jun looked at the young man blankly and said: "Anyone, no matter whether you are qualified to make decisions for others, but your decision is related to the life and death of countless people. You must think carefully and don't make rash decisions. By all accounts, Zhang Jun is already forty years old, and it is only natural to call him a young man.
The young man sneered: "You can't scare me! You killed Li Kuang? I tell you, Li Kuang is a member of our'Dragon Group'. You must die if you kill him!"
Zhang Jun sighed softly, and said: "There were countless people who wanted me to die, but in the end it was them who died. If you want me to die, then I can only kill you."
"Kill me?" The young man "haha" laughed wildly, "Our'Dragon Group' has reached an agreement with them. As long as we help them rebuild the country, we people can get great benefits!"
Having said that, he shouted loudly and said: "Give me up and kill him!"
The young man waved his arms vigorously, the murderous in his eyes was as strong as the essence, and 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 indifferently: "The young man is really aggressive, but it's a pity that your every move is under my control.'Long Tuan', right? There are 223 members in total, and their parents are ministers. The above-mentioned cadres, with the rank of lieutenant general or above, or after a wealthy man with a net worth of more than 10 billion. The energy generated by so many young people is really great, but it is still too weak for me."
Five minutes before the time went back, a large number of descendants of hundreds of ethnic groups from all over the country gathered in a building not far from the building where Zhang Jun was located. There are a lot of these people, there are hundreds of them, they have at least half-step magical power, and there are even masters of the peak level of return to truth.
With so many personnel redeployments, it is natural that Zhang Jun’s eyes cannot be concealed, because he himself is "Mu Qianshan," and there are hundreds of people he dispatched. Even the building used for assembly was personally ordered by him, and it was the Jinlin bloodline who was sent out to work.
With a few minutes before the attack time, the middle-aged man with golden scales left the scene quietly. He looked around and whispered: "Let's start!"
There was a sound of mechanism turning, and thick metal walls suddenly appeared on the upper and lower sides of the hall of hundreds of people, which instantly surrounded everyone inside, impervious to the wind. The descendants of the hundreds of races were all taken aback. Someone shouted, "What the hell? What are you doing to lock us up?"
"Mu Qianshan, get out of here! If you don't give me an explanation, I will destroy you!"
There was a roar, and these descendants of the hundred races obviously hadn't figured out what was going on. At this time, a mechanical electronic synthesis sound that does not contain human emotions: the energy is filled, the weapon is running, three, two, one, start. At the same time, the electricity in the entire district was cut off, as if something was emptied of electricity all at once.
Above the metal wall, a silver light suddenly appeared, and then instantly filled the entire space. Outside the metal wall, the middle-aged Jinlin clan murmured: "The master said that this is a weapon that specializes in killing a hundred people. It should all be dead, right?"
The sound insulation of the metal wall is very good. The middle-aged person cannot hear the sound. He can't know what's going on inside until the metal wall retracts on its own after two minutes. More than one hundred members of the hundred tribes, a group of extremely powerful people all died, lying on the ground all the way, their mouths, ears, and ears all sprayed out silver-white flames. If there is a master of comprehension here, you can definitely see that this silver-white flame is a phenomenon produced after the burning of divine power.
More than one hundred descendants of a hundred races were all triggered by the mysterious weapon in their bodies. The original power burned out and died.
The middle-aged man Ji Lingling fought a cold war. Without a word, he turned and left, muttering: "Die, all dead! Now I can confess to the master!"
Originally, he was clamoring to kill Zhang Jun's young people. At this moment, he was ashamed. He trembled: "You...what about them?"
Zhang Jun was really not interested in answering such an idiotic question. He waved his hand and said, "Take it."
Thousands of wealthy gang members and more than 200 escorted people appeared, making the scene crowded for a time.
"They are all members of the'Dragon Group', a group of traitors who want to collude with other races and oppress humans, a group of murderers who want to kill me, a group of stupid and ugly reptiles. Now, I declare them to be executed."
With an order, the members of the Fortune Gang held up the sharp knives without expression, and then swiftly swiped the heads of more than 200 people. The sharp blade pierced the skin and made a tingling sound, followed by the "silk" sound of blood splashing. Many old people yelled up to the sky, wept bitterly, and some fainted.
Zhang Jun was indifferent, he sighed softly, and said, "Why? Power is so important, so important that it makes you lose your self-esteem and conscience?" At this point, his face became cold, "Ten minutes is up, yours What is the answer?"
The reality is the best warning. The old people cried and said: "We promise, we promise!" The dead are only one or two of their offspring, and they have many relatives and friends. These people are no matter what. They can't be victimized anymore, otherwise their family will really be over.
"Very good!" Zhang Jun nodded, "In a few years, you will be proud of today's choice! I, Zhang Jun, represents the Kingdom of Heaven, represents the countless people who don’t want to be slaves, represents the world of secular practice with solar terms, and is officially to The clan declares war!"
At the same time, this scene was broadcast live on every computer, every TV, and every mobile phone in Kyoto, and Zhang Jun’s iron-blooded declaration of war reached countless people’s ears. But the vast majority of people feel inexplicable, what is going on? What kind of spiritual world? What kind of people?
However, they quickly understood that a concise communication subsequently appeared on computers, televisions, mobile phones, and even electronic billboards. This newsletter gave everyone a general idea of ​​what the Hundred Clan is, the cruelty of the Hundred Clan, and the results after being ruled by them.
Suddenly, the whole of Kyoto went mad, factories were shut down, companies were off work, schools were over, traffic jams on the road, and the airport was temporarily closed. Fortunately, the live broadcast led by Xiaoqiang has been going on all the time, and it puts all the processes in front of everyone straightforwardly and unabashedly.
The theater run by the Kyoto University was full of people. The students directly cut the network signal to the movie screen. Thousands of students stared at the screen fiercely. They were nervous, anticipating, and fearful at the same time, because the message Xiaoqiang conveyed was to them. It's so fresh.
"What's wrong? Are the Hundreds aliens? And where is the wasteland? Why haven't humans found it?" Numerous students kept asking people around them, their tone full of anxiety.
"We're not going to die? Since the Hundred Clan is so powerful, what should we fight with them?" A girl cried and asked her boyfriend. The boyfriend gritted his teeth and said: "If it is true that the Hundreds will enslave us as mentioned above, then I would rather die than become their slave!"
However, some people saw the other side from it. A PhD student wearing glasses pushed his glasses and said to a few students who were frightened nearby: "Calm down, it is a blessing or a curse, it is a curse that cannot be avoided. Change the status quo. I think this is an opportunity."
"What opportunity?" The students suddenly became curious and asked him one after another. They don't understand what opportunities are in this chaotic situation.
"Opportunity for social transition." The doctoral student calmly analyzed, "Zhang Jun, I have studied him specifically, and I know very well about the Heavenly Kingdom he built. In my judgment, if this person controls the country, we might It really entered nationalism."
"Nationalism? Are you saying that Zhang Jun's idea is nationalism?" Several students were surprised and delighted. They were obviously also fans of this idea.
The doctoral student nodded: "Yes, in the eyes of others, benefits are things that can be obtained, money and power, but Zhang is not. He has a broad mind, and he wants to build a'Great Harmony World'. Of course, the Great Harmony World is too ideal. Therefore, he was ready to use nationalism to govern the country. But we all understand that the basis for realizing nationalism is the distribution system and execution 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, without system exploitation?" Someone asked extremely expectantly.
"Yes! As long as Zhang Jun can be on stage." The doctoral student smiled slightly, "I have already applied to go to the Heavenly Traveling Kingdom. Now it seems that I can wait a while. The opportunity may be in front of me."
The students were talking about it, and the scene turned around and there was a scene 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 is extremely domineering, and the weapons that are occasionally revealed are jaw-dropping. They stood in rows, motionless, as if waiting for orders.
"I'll take it! Is this a mecha? Is human technology able to create such a mecha? Is it true?" The mecha fans immediately screamed.
But soon they almost stared their eyes off, because the noise was moving at the same time, and the figure was like electricity. While Guanghua was shaking, they left the parking lot one after another. The picture turned around again. In a luxurious residence, two naked young men were covered in black tattoos. Their eyes were all jet black and there were no whites.