"Of course not!" Suddenly, behind the old men, a frivolous and arrogant voice sounded, and a young man who was sitting behind the half-hundred old men with his head bowed stood up. He looked no more than thirty years old, and there was an anger between his eyebrows. Not only him, this impetuous society has made many Chinese people today have a sense of anger in their hearts.

Zhang Jun looked at the young man expressionlessly, and said: "Drunkard, whether you are qualified to make decisions on behalf of others or not, but your decision is related to the life and death of countless people, you must think about it carefully, and don't make rash decisions." Counting it, Zhang Jun is already forty years old, and it is natural to call the other party a young man.

The young man sneered: "You can't scare me!" You killed Li Mad right? I sue you, Li Mad is a member of our 'Dragon Regiment', and if you kill him, you must die!" ”

Zhang Jun sighed softly and said, "There have been countless people who want me to die, but in the end it is they who die, and if you want me to die, then I can only kill you."

"Kill me?" The young man laughed wildly, "We, the 'Dragon Regiment', have reached an agreement with them, as long as we help them rebuild the country, we can all get great benefits!" ”

Speaking of this, he shouted loudly and said, "Give it to me, kill him!"

The young man waved his arms vigorously, and the murderous aura in his eyes was as strong as substance, and this wave of arms was quite temperamental. It's a pity that until his arm was sore, no one jumped out to kill Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun sighed and said indifferently: "The young man really has momentum, but it's a pity that your every move is under my control." Dragons', huh? A total of 223 members, whose parents are all cadres at or above the ministerial level, with the rank of lieutenant general or above, or after a net worth of more than 10 billion. The energy generated by so many young people coming together is indeed very large, but unfortunately it is still too weak for me. ”

Five minutes ago, a large number of descendants of hundreds of ethnic groups 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-step supernatural combat power, and there are even masters of the peak combat power of returning to the truth.

With so many personnel transfers, he naturally couldn't hide it from Zhang Jun's eyes, because he himself was a "Mu Qianshan", and there were people he sent to the past among the hundreds of people. Even, the building used for the collection was personally set by him, and it was the Golden Scale Bloodline who was sent out to do things.

There were still a few minutes before the attack time, and the middle-aged man with golden scale blood quietly left the scene, he looked around, and said in a low voice: "Let's start!"

There was a sound of the mechanism turning, and thick metal walls suddenly appeared in the upper and lower sides of the hall of hundreds of people, instantly encircling everyone inside, impermeable. The descendants of the hundreds of tribes were stunned, and someone shouted, "What the hell? What are you going to do with us locked up?"

"Mu Qianshan, you get out of here! If you don't give Lao Tzu an explanation, Lao Tzu will destroy you! ”

A roar came out, and these descendants of the hundred tribes obviously hadn't figured out what was going on. At this moment, a mechanical, non-human emotional electronic synthesized sound sounds: the energy is filled, the weapon is activated, three, two, one, activated. At the same time, the power supply in the entire area was completely cut off, as if something had drained the power all at once.

Above the metal walls, a silver glow suddenly appeared, and then the entire space was filled in an instant. Outside the metal wall, the middle-aged man of the Golden Scale Clan muttered, "The master said that this is a weapon dedicated to killing the people of the Hundred Clans, so they should all be dead, right?"

The metal walls were so soundproofed that the middle-aged man couldn't hear them until two minutes later, when the metal walls retracted on their own, and he couldn't tell what was going on inside. More than a hundred members of the Hundred Clans, a group of extremely powerful people were all dead, lying on the ground, their mouths, ears, and ears, all spewing silver-white flames. If there is a cultivator here, he will definitely be able to see that this silver-white flame is a phenomenon produced after the divine power is burning.

More than 100 descendants of the Hundred Races were all triggered by the mysterious weapon in the true fire in their bodies, and the original power burned out, and their bodies died.

The middle-aged man shivered, didn't say a word, turned around and left, and muttered, "Dead, all dead!" Now you can explain to the master! ”

The young man who was still clamoring to kill Zhang Jun was like ashes at the moment, and he said in a trembling voice: "You...... What about them?"

Zhang Jun was really not interested in answering such an idiotic question, so he waved his hand and said, "Bring it."

Thousands of members of the Fugui Gang and more than 200 escorted appeared, which made the scene crowded for a while.

"They are all members of the 'Dragon Regiment', a group of traitors who want to collude with other races and oppress humanity, a group of murderers who want to kill me, a group of stupid and ugly reptiles. Now, I declare them to be put to death. ”

At the sound of an order, the members of the Fugui Gang picked up the sharp knives with expressionless faces, and then slashed at the heads of more than 200 people with quick movements. The sharp blade cracks through the skin, making a scalp-tingling sound, followed by a "silky" sound of blood splattering. Many old people looked up to the sky and screamed, wept bitterly, and some fainted.

Zhang Jun was indifferent, he sighed lightly and said, "Why bother? Power is so important, so important that you lose your self-esteem and conscience?" Speaking of this, his face turned cold, "Ten minutes have passed, what is your answer?"

The bloody reality is the best warning, and the old people cry: "We promise, we promise!" The dead are only one or two of their descendants, and they still have many relatives and friends, and these people must not suffer any more under any circumstances, otherwise their family will really be finished.

"Good!" Zhang Jun nodded, "In a few years, you will be proud of today's choice!" I, Zhang Jun, on behalf of the Tianxing Kingdom, on behalf of the countless people who do not want to be slaves, and on behalf of the secular cultivation world with solar terms, I officially declare war on the hundred clans! ”

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 the ears of countless people. But the vast majority of people feel inexplicable, what's going on? What spiritual realm? What hundreds?

But it soon became clear that a concise newsletter was then appearing on computers, televisions, mobile phones, and even electronic billboards. This newsletter gave everyone a general understanding of what the Hundred Tribes were, how ruthless and ferocious the Hundred Tribes were, and what would happen if they were ruled by them.

All of a sudden, the whole of Kyoto went crazy, factories shut down, companies left work, schools were dismissed, traffic jams on the roads were blocked, and airports were temporarily closed. Fortunately, the live broadcast led by Xiaoqiang has been going on, and it will put the process in front of everyone so straightforwardly and unabashedly.

Kyoto University's school-run movie theater was full of people, and students cut the network signal directly to the movie screen, and thousands of students stared at the screen, nervous, expectant, and at the same time afraid, because the message conveyed by Xiaoqiang was too new for them.

"What's going on? Are Baizu aliens? And what is the wasteland? Why hasn't humanity discovered it?" Countless students kept asking questions of those around them, and their tones were full of anxiety.

"We're not going to die, are we? Since the Hundred Clans are so powerful, what can we do to fight them?" There are girls crying and asking their boyfriends. The boyfriend gritted his teeth and said, "If it is really like what was said above, the hundred tribes will enslave us, then I would rather die than become their slave!"

However, some people saw another side in it, a doctoral student wearing glasses pushed his glasses, and said to several frightened classmates next to him: "Calm down, it's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, and I'm afraid that I can't change the status quo." I think it's an opportunity. ”

"What chance?" The students immediately became curious and asked him one after another. They don't understand what bullshit opportunities can be in this mess.

"An opportunity for a social turnaround." The doctoral student calmly analyzed, "Zhang Jun, I have studied him specifically, and I know very well about the Tianxing Kingdom he established. In my judgment, if this person is in control of the country, we may really enter into nationalism. ”

"Nationalism? Are you saying that Zhang Jun's philosophy is nationalism?" Several students were surprised and delighted, and they were obviously also supporters of this concept.

The doctoral student nodded: "Yes, in the eyes of others, interests are things that can be obtained, money, power, but Zhang is not, he has a broad mind, and he wants to build a 'Datong world'." Of course, the Datong world was too idealistic, so he retreated to the next best thing, and he was ready to govern the country with nationalism. But we all know that the basis for the realization of nationalism is the system of distribution and the execution of schemes, and he fully meets these two conditions. ”

"So, does our country have a chance to become a fair, free of bureaucratic oppression, free of institutional exploitation, free of liberal democracy?" Someone asked expectantly.

"Yes! As long as Zhang Jun can come to power. The doctoral student smiled slightly, "I have already applied to go to the Kingdom of Heavenwalkers, and now it seems that I can wait, the opportunity may be in front of me." ”

The students were talking a lot, and when the screen turned, there was a scene that shocked everyone. In a huge underground parking lot, there are dense mechs that are more than three meters high. The icy metallic texture is extremely domineering, and the occasional revealed weapon is jaw-dropping. They stood in rows, motionless, as if waiting for orders.

"I'll take the test! Is this a mech? Is human technology already capable of creating such a mecha? Is that true?" Mecha fans immediately screamed.

But soon they almost stared at the eyeballs, because the noise moved at the same time, and their bodies were like electricity, and they left the parking lot one after another. The scene turns again, in a luxurious house, two naked young men, their bodies are covered with black tattoos, and their eyes are all pitch black, without the whites of their eyes.