When the director switched to slow-motion analysis, Zhang Liang, who had been in a tense state, finally relaxed, leaned on the computer chair and rubbed his cheeks with both hands.

This...... Is it really a game?

Such a real scene made Zhang Liang unconsciously immersed in it whenever he opened the game, forgetting everything around him, as if he was really standing on that remote planet, fighting against the ferocious insects in order to surround the earth......

"Zhang Shen, can you tell me? How did you find out that there were bugs hiding here? The commentary suddenly threw the topic to Zhang Liang.

"Uh......" Zhang Liang was stunned, and only after a few seconds did he come back to his senses and explained, "The monster AI in the online version of "Insecticide Extermination War" is very high, not only will it cooperate with ambushes and the like, but it will also set up bait ......."

"For example, this supply crate, it's obviously the bait set up by these jumping insects waiting for me to drill, if it weren't for the sudden cries of the birds, maybe I'd have been killed......"

While watching the slow-motion replay, Zhang Liang explained the habits of jumping insects, how to break through after being ambushed, how to choose the weaknesses of the encirclement, and so on......

Before I knew it, two hours had passed, and when Zhang Liang finally collected all the supply boxes, the live broadcast also came to an end, and after saying goodbye to the audience, Zhang Liang sighed and began to pack his personal belongings with a little tiredness.

It was almost nine o'clock at this time, and the night outside the window was decorated with colorful neon lights.

After saying goodbye to the editor and director, Zhang Liang stood at the gate of the live broadcast room with his personal belongings on his back, breathing in the cold air and looking at the endless traffic in a daze.

"Hey, haven't left yet?"

Suddenly, a soft and sweet female voice sounded behind Zhang Liang.

"It's you......" Zhang Liang looked at the little demon and was stunned.

At this time, she had changed back into jeans and a down jacket, and there was no trace of makeup on her face, which was less delicate and more innocent than her appearance in the studio in the afternoon.

"Waiting for the bus?" The little demon asked with a smile.

"Hmm...... Neither is it. Zhang Liang shook his head, looked back at this lively city, and suddenly sighed, "Although I have been here for several years, I always feel ...... sometimes."

"What do you think?"

“…… Feel that this city is very strange. There was something indescribable in Zhang Liang's eyes, very deep but not complicated.

"Ha......" The little demon suddenly laughed, "Why is it suddenly Wenqing?" ”

"Because I didn't take any medicine." Zhang Liang suddenly answered.

"So cute?" The little demon giggled, like an innocent girl next door.

"Hmm." Zhang Liang was on two fingers, comparing an extremely embarrassing V-word.

"Little Yao Yao! Come on! It's time to be late! ”

In the distance, next to the taxi, Xiaoyao's girlfriends were greeting her.

"Let's go, bye." Xiao Yao trotted all the way into the taxi, leaving only a wisp of fragrant wind lingering on the tip of Zhang Liang's nose.

In the wind, there was a faint burst of laughter:

"Hey! Have you taken a fancy to that great talent? The otaku in our office all call him Zhang Shen! ”

"Hah! How can it be! You know......" Xiao Yao clarified.

“…… The person you want is a hero of the world, and one day he will come to marry you with colorful auspicious clouds...... Aren't you afraid that the hero is a monkey? ”

"Ahh The wind blows away......"

“……”

"Bye-bye......" Zhang Liang looked at the starry sky and muttered to himself.

……

Jeju, Marina Villa.

Chen Zheng held the wine glass, half leaned on the recliner, looked at the distant starry sky outside the window in a daze, and his fingertips unconsciously gently stroked the ring on his hand.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Former CIA agent Damien came uninvited.

"Thinking about people." Chen Zheng sighed, put the wine glass on the table next to him, looked at Damien and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"You've already chosen someone, do you want to see it?" Damien took Chen Zheng's glass and took a sip unceremoniously......

“…… Coke!? Damien looked at Chen Zheng in disbelief.

"What do you think?" Chen Zheng didn't have a good airway.

“…… Drinking Coke in a goblet...... Tsk......" Damien shook his head, put his glass aside, stood up and ran to the nearby wine cabinet to get a bottle of whiskey.

"I'm gone, you CIA have more experience in this kind of thing, so you have the final say. I just have to see the results. Chen Zheng didn't care.

"As long as you have money, there are people who are willing to do anything." Damien smiled half-smugly, half-sarcastically, "What's more, there are indeed many people who remember the events of that year, and these people are born to be our supporters." ”

Damien's reference to the "Jeju Island Massacre" in 1948 was officially known as the "April Third Incident" in South Korea.

The young people who experienced this incident back then are at least in their 80s by now, and most of them can be regarded as having successful careers and full of children and grandchildren.

And what these people have experienced will inevitably cause a huge distortion of their outlook on life and values, and then the South Korean government's suppression has also made it impossible to vent a lot of emotions accumulated in these people's hearts.

If no other forces intervene, then with the death of this generation and the next generation, the dissatisfaction and pain of the past will also pass away.

But now, when Damien began to contact these former survivors, some of the old people had indeed let go, but others were eager to see the matter resolved in their few lifetimes, as long as they also had a reasonable explanation.

And when the power of capital intervenes, simple things begin to become complicated...... In addition to the true idealists, some people who felt that it was profitable also got involved and wanted to make some profit for themselves in the next things.

Damien only used more than $1 million in funds, and a nonprofit organization called the "April 3 Truth Committee" was quietly established.

The total number of members includes the victims of the year, their relatives and some of the "social elites" who are very dissatisfied with that period of history, and the total number of members exceeds 200.

Among them, there are only more than 30 core backbones, but there are also some very influential people in society, so the establishment of the "43 Committee" has also caused sporadic reports from some local newspapers in Jeju.

"What are you going to do next?" Chen Zheng looked at the cup touched by Damien next to him and moved his lips, and finally directly picked up the drink bottle at his feet and drank it in small sips.

"Distribute leaflets, preach, and recruit people...... Then make a good fuss on April 3rd next year. Damien narrowed his eyes, "Better be bleeding ......"

"The settling-in allowance is going to be sufficient." Chen Zheng nodded.

"Of course." Damien carried the bottle, "I'm going to sleep." ”

Chen Zheng waved his hand and ignored him.

As the footsteps faded away, Chen Zheng quieted down again, savoring the taste of the carbonated drink.

……

Light years away, a blonde girl sits on a giant robot, looking at the same starry sky and sipping the same carbonated drink...... It's just that the drink has long since run out of bubbles.