Chapter 901: Formal Declaration of War

"Of course I won't agree!" Suddenly, a frivolous, cold and arrogant voice sounded behind the old men, and a young man who was sitting behind half a hundred old men with his head bowed stood up. He looked to be no more than thirty years old, and there was a hint of anger between his eyebrows. It's not just him. This impetuous society has made many Chinese people today feel violent in their hearts.

Zhang Jun looked at the young man expressionlessly and said: "Young man, no matter whether you are qualified to make decisions for others or not, your decision is related to the life and death of countless people. You must think it over carefully and never make a rash decision. Forget it. When he woke up, Zhang Jun was already forty years old, so it was natural to call him a young man.

The young man sneered: "You can't scare me! You killed Li Kuang, right? I tell you, Li Kuang is a member of our 'Dragon Group', if you kill him, you must die!"

Zhang Jun sighed softly and said: "There were countless people who wanted me dead, but in the end they were the ones who died. If you want me dead too, then I can only kill you."

"Kill me?" The young man laughed wildly, "We, the 'Dragon Group', have reached an agreement with them. As long as we help them rebuild the country, we people will get great benefits!"

At this point, he shouted loudly and said: "Come on, kill him!"

The young man waved his arms vigorously, with murderous intent in his eyes. This wave of arms was quite temperamental. It's a pity that no one jumped out to kill Zhang Jun until his arms were sore and numb.

Zhang Jun sighed and said coldly: "Young people are really motivated, but it's a pity that every move of yours is under my control. 'Dragon Group', right? There are 223 members in total, and their fathers are all ministers." Cadres above the rank of lieutenant general or above, or those with a net worth of more than 10 billion. The energy generated by so many young people joining together is indeed great, but unfortunately it is still too weak for me. "

Time went back to five minutes ago, and 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, hundreds of them. They have at least half-step supernatural combat power, and there are even experts with Guizhen peak combat power among them.

Naturally, the transfer of so many personnel could not be hidden from Zhang Jun's eyes, because he himself is "Mu Qianshan", and among the hundreds of people there are people he sent there. Even the building used for the gathering was personally ordered by him, and the one who was sent out to do the work was the one with golden scale blood.

There were still a few minutes left before the attack time. The middle-aged man with golden scale blood quietly left the scene. He looked around and whispered: "Let's start!"

There was a sound of a machine turning, and thick metal walls suddenly appeared on all sides of the hall with hundreds of people, instantly trapping everyone inside, making it airtight. The descendants of all the hundreds of tribes were stunned, and someone shouted: "What the hell? Why are we locked up?"

"Mu Qianshan, get out of here! If you don't give me an explanation, I will kill you!"

There were roars one after another, and these descendants of hundreds of tribes obviously hadn't figured out what was going on. At this time, a mechanical electronic synthesis sound that did not contain human emotions sounded: the energy is filled, the weapon is running, three, two, one, start. At the same time, the power in the entire district was cut off, as if something had drained the power all of a sudden.

Silver light suddenly appeared on the metal wall, and then filled the entire space instantly. Outside the metal wall, a middle-aged man from the Golden Scale clan murmured: "The master said this was a weapon specially designed to kill hundreds of clansmen. They should all be dead, right?"

The sound insulation effect of the metal wall was very good, and the middle-aged man could not hear the sound. It was not until the metal wall retracted on its own two minutes later that he knew 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 in a mess, with silver-white flames spurting out of their mouths, ears, and ears. If there are any masters of cultivation here, they will definitely be able to see that the silver-white flames are the phenomenon produced by the burning of divine power.

More than a hundred descendants of hundreds of tribes were all triggered by the mysterious weapon to create true fire in their bodies. Their original power was burned away, and their bodies died.

The middle-aged man trembled with excitement, turned around and left without saying a word, muttering: "They are dead, they are all dead! Now I can explain to the master!"

The young man who originally clamored to kill Zhang Jun was now as pale as ashes. He said in a trembling voice: "You...where are they?"

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

Thousands of Fugui Gang members and more than 200 escorts showed up, making the scene crowded for a time.

"They are all members of the 'Dragon Group', a group of traitors who want to collude with foreign races and oppress humans, a group of murderers who want to kill me, and a group of stupid and ugly reptiles. Now, I declare their execution."

After giving the order, the members of the Fugui Gang picked up the sharp knives without expression, and then quickly slashed the heads of more than 200 people. The sharp blade broke through the skin, making a scalp-numbing sound, followed by the sound of blood splattering. Many old people looked up to the sky and shouted, cried bitterly, and some even fainted.

Zhang Jun was indifferent. He sighed softly and said, "Why bother? Is power so important that it makes you lose your self-esteem and conscience?" At this point, his face turned cold, "Ten minutes are up, your time is up." What’s the answer?”

The bloody reality is the best warning. The old people cried: "We promise, we promise!" The dead are only one or two of their descendants. They still have many relatives and friends. These people are no matter what. They can't suffer any more, otherwise their family will be really doomed.

"Very good!" Zhang Jun nodded, "A few years from now, you will be proud of your choice today! I, Zhang Jun, represent the Tianxing Kingdom, represent the countless people who do not want to be slaves, and represent the secular world of spiritual practice, and formally express my gratitude to the hundred people. 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 the ears of countless people. But most people feel confused, what is going on? What spiritual world? What tribe?

But they soon figured it out, and a concise newsletter then appeared on computers, televisions, cell phones, and even on electronic billboards. This communication gave everyone a rough idea of ​​what the Hundred Tribes were, the cruelty and brutality of the Hundred Tribes, and the consequences of being ruled by them, etc.

In an instant, the entire Kyoto went crazy. Factories were shut down, companies were off work, schools were out, there were traffic jams on the roads, and the airport was temporarily closed. Fortunately, the live broadcast led by Xiaoqiang has been going on, and it puts all the processes in front of everyone in a straightforward and unabashed way.

The cinema run by Kyoto University was full of people, and the students directly cut the network signal to the movie screen. Thousands of students stared at the screen. They were nervous, expecting, and at the same time afraid, because the message Xiaoqiang conveyed was very important to them. It's too fresh.

"What's going on? Are the Hundred Tribes aliens? And where is the Wilderness? Why haven't humans discovered it yet?" Countless students kept asking questions to the people around them, their tone full of anxiety.

"We won't die, right? Since the Hundred Clans are so powerful, how can we fight with them?" A girl asked her boyfriend in tears. The boyfriend gritted his teeth and said: "If it is like what is said above, and the hundreds of tribes will enslave us, then I would rather die than become their slave!"

However, some people also saw another side. A doctoral student wearing glasses pushed up his glasses and said to several frightened classmates next to him: "Calm down, it's a blessing, not a curse. You can't avoid it, and you can't be afraid." 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 there are for bullshit in this chaotic situation.

"Opportunities for social transformation." The doctoral student analyzed calmly, "I have studied Zhang Jun specifically and know very well about the Tianxing Kingdom he established. In my judgment, if this person takes control of the country, we may Really getting into nationalism.”

"Nationalism? Are you saying that Zhang Jun's idea is nationalism?" Several students were surprised and happy. They were obviously supporters of this idea.

The doctoral student nodded: "Yes, in the eyes of others, interests are things that can be obtained, money and power, but Zhang Jun is not. He has a broad mind and wants to build a 'Great Harmony World'. Of course, the Great Harmony World is too ideal. However, we all know that the basis for realizing nationalism is the distribution system and the execution of plans, 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, institutional exploitation?" someone asked with great expectation.

"Yes! As long as Zhang Jun can take the stage." The doctoral student smiled slightly, "I have already applied to go to Tianxing Kingdom. Now it seems that I can wait a little longer. The opportunity may be right in front of me."

The students were talking about it, and when the screen turned, a scene appeared that shocked everyone. A huge underground parking lot was filled with densely packed mechas that were more than three meters tall. The cold metal texture is extremely domineering, and the weapons occasionally revealed are jaw-dropping. They stood in rows, motionless, as if waiting for orders.

"Let me test! Is this a mecha? Has human technology been able to create such a mecha? Is it true?" Mecha fans immediately screamed.

But soon they almost stared out of their eyes, because these mechas moved at the same time, their bodies were like lightning, and they left the parking lot one after another in a flash of light. The scene changed again. In a luxurious residence, there were two naked young men. Their bodies were covered with black tattoo-like things, and their eyes were all pitch black without the whites of their eyes.