However, there was no such shelling in the follow-up, perhaps because the current political leadership of Japan did not want the capital of their country to be destroyed by their own hands in this way. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the next ten minutes, countless tall zombies wreaked havoc in the city, and most of the survivors hiding in the building were quickly hunted down by them. These tall zombies seem to have a keen sense of smell, and the breath of the living here in the embassy is especially strong, and there are already more than a dozen tall zombies around the building at this time, and they are fighting a life-and-death battle with the fire shield.

Chen Qinglang wandered between several floors, attacking the zombies outside in the most convenient position. Every thunderbolt can accurately result in a zombie, judging from the current battle situation, these tall zombies can't pose any threat to the people in the building in a short period of time.

Yuechi Gesheng was extremely angry about his country's inaction for more than ten minutes.

The warrior monks were the same, their hearts filled with sadness and resentment.

Minister Liu, on the other hand, has been staying in the office, and has been in contact with the rescue team through the communication device inside.

With the weapons of human beings now, it is actually very simple to deal with the zombies in Tokyo, but sometimes it is not too simple and crude to deal with things, and there are all kinds of obstacles.

First, Tokyo is the capital of Japan, and the Japanese government does not want such a city to be easily destroyed.

Second, there are still many survivors in the city, and no one in power has dared to defy the existence of these lives without fear.

The first obstacle comes from the Japanese government, and the second obstacle comes from the reputation of the politicians and the compassion of the people of the world, who dare to propose a devastating attack on Tokyo without regard for the lives of the survivors, and other politicians - not including the Japanese - will certainly agree with their hands and feet. Then the problem is solved, and the person who proposes the implementation of the plan will be in a situation from which there will be no return.

At this time, in Osaka, which is more than 500 kilometers away from Tokyo, the current high-level Japanese government is gathering for a meeting.

Countless plans have been put forward and rejected, and some of them have even been discussed to the stage of implementation, but some of them are found to be hindered by some small details that will lead to many problems, and at this time the confidence of these people will be extremely badly damaged, and the politicians and military strategists who have always paid more attention to their own image will have a cigarette in their hands at this time, and the air in the big office, although the windows are open, is still very sluggish. As soon as I took a breath, heavy second-hand smoke entered my mouth, and the venue frequently sounded the sound of choking dry coughs.

"We have to come up with a good solution as soon as possible, we are now taking care of the survivors in the capital, but if we continue to do nothing like this, by the time we discuss a plan, there will be no survivors to save us!"

"To be honest, if you have to save those survivors, there are probably more people who will fall in than you can save them."

"Don't say these discouraged words, the most important thing now is to find a way, our compatriots are still waiting for us people to save them, we can't let them down!"

"But what can be done now? All of Tokyo is full of zombies, and we have no other way but to destroy them at all costs, no! We've been sitting here for a long time, and I've smoked two packs of cigarettes, but have we come up with something? We just got some more nicotine in our bodies, and that's it! ”

These people were extremely tired at this time, and they encountered unprecedented difficult problems.

Someone even said, "I envy the members of the Diet who are suffering in Tokyo, and they don't need to think about these suicidal issues now." ”

"And at this time, other countries are still urging their lives, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is a bunch of idiots, to be honest, I really want to die here now."

"Who wouldn't want to die."

A small group of people in the hall lost their confidence and patience, and they grumbled bitterly as they smoked cigarettes.

Although the rest of the people did not say these dejecting words, the expressions on their faces were almost the same. If you find a broom to sweep the floor now, you'll definitely get a bunch of strands of hair that have been pulled off.

"Stop complaining, there's no point in saying these things now!"

"Then why don't you say something meaningful!"

"It's a critical moment, what kind of attitude do you have!"

"If you want me to say that you can just blow up Tokyo, what a lot of!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

The atmosphere in the venue is getting worse and worse, perhaps in order to temporarily relieve their pain and anxiety, or to forget the current disaster and their responsibilities for the time being, some people have begun to quarrel with each other, and they can't persuade each other.

And at this time, there was a knock on the door of the venue. But no one in the hall heard or noticed, and the door rang for a long time before being pushed open from the outside.

Coming in was a man about thirty years old, who looked at the situation in the venue, showed a shocked expression, and then sighed in his heart, and then walked directly to the middle-aged man sitting at the head of the seat.

The middle-aged man had just lit a cigarette, and when he saw him, his brows furrowed, but he forcibly suppressed his impatience: "Which country is looking for trouble again?" China? Korea? Or the beam-jumping clown in North Korea? Will there be Koreans visiting Tokyo? Has the economic level of their citizens reached this level? ”

Ignoring his senseless taunts of other countries, the clerk placed a magazine and a file bag on the table in front of the middle-aged man.

The name of this magazine is Mirage, and it is a long-established science fiction magazine in Japan, but it has ceased publication five or six years ago, and this issue of the magazine on the table is almost the first magazine. The paper was old and worn, the pages were torn and rolled, and there was a lot of dirt on the cover.

The middle-aged man didn't understand: "Do you want me to read a science fiction novel at this time to relieve my tense nerves?" ”

The clerk flipped the magazine to the back, uncovered the cover, pointed to the last page, and said, "This is a column in Mirage, called Frankenstein." This is about a Japanese scientist who gave up his high-paying scientific research job to raise money to study zombies. ”

Hearing the word "zombie", the middle-aged man cheered up: "Let's talk about the point." ”

"It is said that this scientist worked out something a few years ago." The clerk said.

"Fart! The zombie only appeared today, and there was no one before that, where did he go to study?! "Middle-aged people feel that if someone believes such nonsense, they really don't know how bad their brains are.

He is now a little skeptical about his ability to hire people.

"I heard that this man developed his own zombie ......," the clerk said.

The middle-aged man was a little impatient: "I heard that I heard that I heard, is there any point in saying this word now?" ”

At this point, the others finally noticed the situation and began to ask what was going on.

The clerk told me about the zombie scientists.

"Does this scientist have researched an effective way to subdue zombies?" Someone asked.

"Definitely, otherwise he wouldn't have been killed by the zombies he created?" Someone answered.

Some people even speculated darkly: "Damn, this zombie incident can't be accidentally caused by this bastard, right?" ”

Others seem to see hope: "Where does this scientist live?" ”

The middle-aged man picked up the file and looked at it: "Tokyo Metropolitan Government, Toyo Town, No. 451 Eidai Avenue." ”

"Tokyo Metropolitan ...... That's really bad news. Someone was already covering his forehead in anguish.

"Now you have to use any method, anyway, there are too many people to use it, find someone, find an airplane, find a way, go to this scientist's place, and see if he is still there."

"Do you need to tell this news to another country?"

The middle-aged man pondered for a while, and then said, "Let's spread it out first, so that they can stop for a while." ”

Then he added: "Bastard, I've really had enough." ”