Shenhao: I am the villain, understand?Villains!

Lin Zhenshan frowned. It's normal to be quiet, but if it's too quiet, it's not normal.

At this moment, the sound of the wind outside and the sound of the branches being swayed by the wind seemed to have been pressed to stop.

If he hadn't seen Zhou Jin's chest still rising and falling in front of him, Lin Zhenshan would have thought that time had been suspended.

At the same time, the signal on the mobile phone, which had been restored, also fell back, and the mobile phone became a state of no signal again.

"What exactly happened here?"

Before Lin Zhenshan had time to doubt, the moment Lin Zhenshan got up, the momentary silence between heaven and earth was broken.

It was a bang, and the pendulum between heaven and earth seemed to be shaken by it.

Lin Zhenshan quickly ran to the window, and saw the horrifying scene in front of him.

From the southeast and northwest directions of the imperial capital, there is a billowing purple air. Ordinary people can't detect it, they can only feel the turbulent wind and waves.

But Lin Zhenshan knew that it was Qi...

Moreover, it all went in one direction, the distance was too far, Lin Zhenshan couldn't observe it, but all he knew was that direction seemed to be...

The direction of Taoyuanju.

Looking at this scene with a frown, Lin Zhenshan couldn't help feeling a little worried, and murmured:

"What exactly happened here?"

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On the outskirts of the imperial capital, in a forest.

More than ten meters underground has been hollowed out and has become a heavily guarded place.

And in it, a group of soldiers in military uniform were moving about, busy with something.

A command room.

"Are the missiles ready?"

On the first place, a school official asked in a deep voice, just now he suddenly received a call from Huangfu Rulong, the god in the hearts of all Xia soldiers.

But the order issued this time is the same as last time.

Shoot down all satellite flying objects in the airspace of the entire imperial capital.

As for the last action, it was suddenly interrupted.

"Return to the commander, everything is ready, do you want to launch immediately?"

The loud reply interrupted the school officer's thoughts. He tapped on the table and waited.

Waiting for a while to see if there will be news of the stop again.

After all, this kind of thing is definitely not random, nor can it be random.

After waiting for about a minute, the school officer stopped tapping his fingertips and said:

"Send the order to launch immediately."

"Target, all foreign satellites in the airspace of the imperial capital."

"Yes!"

The herald paused, turned around and trotted all the way.

The school officer rubbed his eyebrows, looked up at the ceiling, doubts arose in his heart.

"What exactly happened here?"

In the forest, a gap was suddenly opened in a place covered by grass.

The next moment, several steel holes drilled out.

Amidst the icy roar, countless flames exploded in an instant, rushing towards the sky with a rumbling sound.

After firing countless tongues of flame, all the steel holes were also retracted.

The cracks formed between the grasslands also began to retract, becoming an ordinary grassland again.

The entire imperial capital heard the sound of flames, and the entire imperial capital heard the roar.

Suppress this piece, the sound of the wind.

Under the illumination of the fire waves in the sky.

Its daybreak.

Countless people from the imperial capital hiding in their homes looked up at the sky. Countless years of peace have already made them forget...

What is it called, War Machine, this sudden memory exploded.

The old people raised their eyes and looked out of the window. The tongue of fire was the same as what they remembered...

With the wrinkled corners of the mouth, opening and closing, it affects the aging vocal cords, making a hoarse voice...

"Is there going to be a war?"

Under the surprised eyes of the children and grandchildren, the old man struggled to stand up, but in the end he could only be defeated by the present, and said helplessly:

"Get me a cane."

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"Huangfu Rulong, an old bastard, what the hell is he doing?"

Looking at the fire waves in the sky, Lin Zhenshan knew exactly what this meant, and the worries in his heart continued to magnify.

The hands tightened, then loosened, and finally stood by the window, muttering:

"You'd better take it easy for me."

Looking back at Zhou Jin who still had her eyes closed,

"Soon...soon it will be fine."

And the scene of the red dragon shooting into the sky, illuminating the entire imperial capital, was immediately posted on various social platforms.

It's just that the major media are silent, and they seem to be cautious and pay attention to something.

This is true for the domestic media, as well as for the foreign media. Those with official backgrounds tried their best to contact the official personnel, wanting to find out what this really means.

What is the purpose of the fire dragon shot by Xia Guo's army?

But it's not just the media who are confused, even the same officials are equally confused.

Especially at this time, the leaderless bald eagle immediately started the meeting spontaneously.

Because the members of the council are distributed all over the Bald Eagle, online meetings are adopted.

At the beginning of the meeting, the first person who was introduced to speak was naturally the Minister of Security, Ainorden.

In any case, he is the first to bear the brunt of this matter.

But he was also big-brained, so he managed to get out of the vortex of Barton's death, but then something like this happened in Xia Guo.

For the first time, he felt that the seat under his buttocks was so hot, as if it would swallow him up at any moment.

"Mr. Ainuoden, may I ask if your security department has received any news about the Xia Kingdom's military operation?"

An old man spoke elegantly, using the most standard eagle language, and asked politely.

But at this time, this kind of etiquette is the most terrifying voice in Aynorden's heart.

On the surface, he is a minister of security with a high position and authority.

But in fact, the congressmen are the real masters of this country.

After all, Bald Eagle is a capitalist country, and parliamentarians are representatives of families in capitalism.

Every move of the bald eagle is apparently issued by the government, but in fact it is the conclusions reached after the private discussions of the major families, and then the government acts as the voice.

Because of this, the bald eagle government is leading the country on the surface, but in fact, the government is just a puppet put on the surface by the major families.

Ainorden is a part of the puppet.

If one day the operator feels that this part is not easy to use, then it will be replaced if it is replaced.

After licking his dry lips, Ainorden opened his mouth:

"Ladies and gentlemen."

Having said that, Ainorden paused, not knowing what to say next.

Could it be that he didn't know what happened?

As soon as he knew the whole story, Ainorden immediately asked someone to report the information.

However, the statistics and verification of intelligence will take a certain amount of time.

And it took less than 5 minutes to start the meeting from sending out to the decision meeting, and now to start the meeting.

Where does this make Aynorden find information to report?

As for Ainorden's hesitations, the shrewd old fox-like congressmen present immediately sniffed out something.

The old man pushed his glasses, flipped through the folder in front of him casually, and asked gently again:

"Mr. Ainodon, please answer my question as soon as possible."

"The people of Bald Eagle are still waiting for your explanation."

Ainorden opened his mouth slightly, then closed it immediately, and swallowed. Facing the seemingly gentle but aggressive questioning, he broke into a cold sweat.

Looking out of the door, he hoped that the person he had appointed would convey the news to him as soon as possible.

Cold sweat dripped down between his brows, Ainorden didn't dare to wipe it off, letting it drip down his high nose bridge onto the notebook.

Time passed by second by second, and the patience of the old man who asked the question seemed to have been exhausted. He frowned, covered the folder in his hand, and pushed his glasses again to speak.

The next moment, someone finally came from the direction Ainorden was looking at.