The name of the swarthy house chief is Li Lidong, a standard Northeast man, with a height of more than 1.9 meters.

He is a descendant of the old generation of warriors.

It was his own decision to learn Japanese, and he told his roommate his true words before, he really wanted to study and understand this despicable national ideology and find the weakness of the Fuso race.

He has a simple patriotic spirit and has set lofty goals for himself.

But he was also a staunch atheist.

But now......

……

Stand in front of the door of the Shrine Toilet. Looking at the falling shells flashing in the sky, Li Lidong's already dark face has now become even darker!

His voice lost its previous calmness, and he swallowed his saliva and said:

"I ...... How do I feel like I'm dreaming? ”

"Third child, haven't we come to Fusang yet? The third, the second, the waist! Where are you? I'm dreaming! Wake me up! ”

A thin boy behind him said in a trembling voice, "Boss...... We're all here. ”

Li Lidong's eyes widened, staring at the palaces that were smashed under the cannonballs, and said seriously: "I didn't call you, I shouted you in reality, you guys are a fart in my dream!" ”

"Old ...... Boss, this doesn't seem like a dream......"

Another male classmate spoke, he fell when he ran away just now, and now his arm is still burning and hurting!

"Yes, boss, this is not a dream, if this is a dream, how can the people on the side react so really?"

"I don't think it's a dream either......"

There were many people standing in front of the shrine toilet, and most of the tourists fled in fright, but some stayed. At this moment, looking at the strange scene of cannonballs falling only over the sacred toilet, some people knelt down on the spot and were terrified. Some people are clapping their hands and spitting national curses.

Some people are pinching their thighs.

Some people are pinching other people's thighs.

Li Lidong looked at the magical scene in front of him, turned his head, and said in a quiet tone: "If I wasn't dreaming, how could my dream come true......"

……

After three or four minutes,

The panic of the crowd disappeared a lot, and some people were tired of standing and had begun to sit on the ground, holding their heads high and continuing to watch the "violent demolition" performance in the toilet in front of them.

Others have set up professional cameras, and the flash is crackling.

Some people couldn't help but yawn.

This person is Qiao Shan.

……

"If this really isn't a dream...... Then something big will happen! Breaking the sky! ”

"Until now, these shells have suddenly appeared in mid-air and smashed into the shrine. How does this technology do it, is it optical invisibility? With an average of twenty-six or seven shells per minute, this kind of attack is already on the level of a world war! ”

"But why don't these shells explode? Also, I seem to see a cannonball disappear out of thin air, is it a hallucination? If it's not a hallucination...... So is this shell made of the latest type of air-degradable material? ”

"No explosion, is the material not allowed, or is it just a threat? Warn? Deter? ”

"Which country's black technology is this?"

"Can today's science and technology really do this?"

"It can't really be aliens, can it?"

Li Lidong thought a lot in this short period of time, and he firmly believed that the world is scientific, and there must be scientific laws behind the things that the gods are talking about.

Just like many strange things back then, with the rise of camera videography, I found that it was just a kind of deceptive trick.

There are no ghosts under the camera!

The scene was amazing, even reminiscent of the ghost aspect. But Li Lidong firmly believes that the scientific and technological content behind this scene may be even more amazing!

No way!

I've got to get the word out!

The Fuso government will definitely block the news!

Before the news of the blockade of Fuso, be sure to send it back to the country!

……

"Kidneys! Dick! Third! Let's contact the country together and send the scene back! Pass it to the Motherland! Li Lidong came back to his senses and hurriedly took out his mobile phone to make a call.

"Boss, no need." His roommate said he wanted to be calm.

"Huh?"

Li Lidong suddenly noticed that something was wrong, turned around, and followed the direction of his roommate's finger, in his shocked gaze, Qiao Shan held his mobile phone and shook it at him, smiling honestly, and chatting with the audience who poured in the live broadcast room:

"Hey, just like that, the number of people has exceeded 300,000! That's amazing! ”

"Don't tip, again, don't tip!"

"There's a newcomer who doesn't know what's going on, go see the introduction and comment area."

"It's not a special effect."

"If you look around, I'm just a normal tourist. Again, this is not a special effect! ”

"Look at the aunt next to me, she's making a video call to her family. Come to Auntie and say hello to your friends in the live broadcast room. ”

"I'm in Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, and I just want to tell you. You have witnessed history. ”

"It's over! The ghost soldiers of Fusang seem to be here, I damn it, he actually snatched my mobile phone! ”

"Eh, what are you doing! ……”

……

Thousands of miles away in the motherland, hundreds of thousands of people are showing the same live broadcast screen on their mobile phones at the moment.

With the arrival of the Fuso Self-Defense Forces and the men in black who broke into the live broadcast screen, as well as the ugly soldiers who arrived in the distance, the crowd at the scene began to be controlled, and all electronic equipment was confiscated one after another.

After the camera shakes for a while,

An ugly soldier appeared on the screen in the live broadcast room, and with the classic "Fake", the face of the ugly soldier changed greatly, and then the live broadcast was cut off.

As soon as the live broadcast ended,

Rumble!

The domestic Internet public opinion has exploded!

"Fake! This must be fake, right?! ”

"What's going on, please? The people who are closed off the news tremble......"

"It's a movie, isn't it? The real scene is very realistic, but this is a Fusang-style building, and the current director's face is indistinguishable from the ancient Chinese building, and it is obvious that the level is not good! ”

"Above, this is the Fuso Divine Toilet......"

"People who don't understand the trouble to watch the recording, and come back with me after watching it and shout 'my'!"

"I'm!"

"I'm ...... I was shocked! ”

"Mom! It's a world war! ”

"Is the anchor okay, please? If this is true, is the anchor dangerous? ”

"How can it be true, suspect that it is a documentary!"

"I can tell you for sure that it's true, because my mom was there and she made a video call to me and my dad. But now my mother can no longer be contacted, and it is suspected that she has been controlled by the Fuso government. I just came out of the police station after reporting to the police. ”

“……”

……

The populace was buzzing, and governments around the world took notice.

soon

Prime Minister Fuso's phone began to ring constantly......

For three days,

Things are getting more and more intense, people at all levels around the world have begun to discuss this matter from all sides, the toilet has been surrounded and martial law, the scene is in ruins, and the media has photographed various mysterious convoys entering and leaving the toilet from time to time.

There is a small religion abroad that stands up and declares that it is done by their all-powerful Beetle Lord God,

Then, they disappeared......

……

Late at night,

The plane passed through the clouds.

Qiao Shan looked through the window and looked at the bright lights of the city below, and couldn't help but show a beautiful smile.

Although he has only done one thing in the past seven days, he has not even had a chance to practice kung fu,

But

Happy Lord!

……

As the time approached twelve o'clock in the evening, Qiao Shan closed his eyes.

Tonight, crossing.