The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 462: Fighting in the Internet Age

It was around eight or nine o'clock, and on the farm in the country of Georgia, the livestock were returned to the pen peacefully.

A few decades ago, residents who lived far away from towns and lacked entertainment could only comfort themselves by playing bridge and chatting on the radio, and then quickly rolled into bed to count sheep.

In today's era, the main source of entertainment for them has long been a variety of TV programs. Compared with their parents and grandparents, young people have more trendy and fashionable choices.

A bedroom on the second floor is brightly lit, contrasting beautifully with the brilliant starry sky outside the window.

The hum of the case fan, mixed with the crackling sound of typing, was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Fluorescent green characters popped out on the display screen, forming lines of beautiful sentences that were strong in emotion and concise in words, warmly greeting netizens across the world.

"Ah."

After drinking half a can of ice cola, the dryness of early summer instantly dissipated, and the big boy with glasses burped comfortably.

"Are you done with your nonsense, my dear brother?" A fat young man with a similar face grabbed his shoulder and muttered anxiously.

"Hurry up and finish it, and pull out the new movies from the library. I used my pocket money to buy a membership in [Intimate Paradise], not to use it to argue with you!"

"Right now! Let me beat this idiot up first."

After a short intermission, just as the boy picked up the keyboard and prepared to fight another 300 rounds with those brainless opponents on the forum, a new post suddenly popped up.

"Breaking news! The sexual fetishes of the upper class are like this! There are pictures, videos and the truth!"

The strange grammar that he had never seen before, forming a unique and thrilling title, immediately caught his attention.

Is this another private photo obtained by a tabloid paparazzi? I hope the key parts are clearer.

With such expectations, the two looked at each other, smiled sweetly, a smile that all men understand, and happily clicked in...

Then, a storm of information that exhausted all the knowledge of an ordinary person in his entire life just poured in!

After a moment, their three views were shattered into pieces, and they numbly moved their gaze to the end of the post.

Following the detailed photos, videos and texts, a row of bright red fonts shines brightly.

——What are you waiting for? Do you want to be a coward for the rest of your life? Or do you want to be a hero? Even if it's just for a few minutes!

Hurry up and save, download, and forward it, then call your parents, relatives, and friends, pick up these evidences, and head to the nearest media!

Under the watchful eyes of God, we will eliminate those greedy demons and make the Federation great again!

"Gudong."

The boy swallowed his saliva and jumped up in fear as if he was burned by a red-hot iron. He stretched out his trembling hands to close the website.

"Quick, delete the browsing history, this thing will cause big trouble!"

He was in high school, the most knowledgeable period of his life. Even though the level of public education in his small rural town was really poor, he could still distinguish the big shots who often appeared in the White House or Capitol Hill from the ugly and naked worms.

Even if you use your butt to imagine, you can tell what kind of terrifying storm is hidden behind.

"NO!" The fat young man was as agile as a monkey. He rushed ahead of him and snatched the mouse, his eyes flashing a terrifying green light.

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and bring me a blank CD. It's such a rare treasure, make a copy first!" At the same time, information with the same content and similar names appeared in the online world in an overwhelming manner. People nowadays have never seen this novel UC shocking style before, and they couldn't help but fall for it.

Strangely enough, its main focus at the beginning was the chat rooms on the site where young people were accustomed to sharing certain "learning materials".

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Shouting "Keys coming", Zhu Mingyao relived the old days when he was a big name in Tieba. Looking at the number of downloads, which was like the soaring housing prices in China at that time, he stretched lazily with satisfaction.

He planned the war of public opinion with his relevant knowledge that was 20 to 30 years ahead of his time. From the very beginning, he made the complete blockade of information completely unworkable:
People's cognition often lags behind the changes of the times. Even if there are people from relevant forces who are always controlling the spread of information, they are limited by the inertia of thinking in today's era and mostly just focus on formal channels.

It's a bit of a joke that if traditional media still have some concerns about such sensitive news, senior perverts will never consider any dangerous consequences when they get such precious and curious spellcasting materials. Instead, they will ignore the risks and continue to browse, then make dozens of copies and hide them so well that even the FBI can't find them.

After all, the brothers can always show unparalleled action in terms of keyboard politics and color, not to mention that this time the two are combined into one.

By the time the other party realizes what's happening, the stuff has already spread all over the world through private exchanges among like-minded people. It might even become a classic that's passed down forever, and taken out during festivals for everyone to comment on and criticize. No matter how powerful you are, it would be difficult to stop it.

As for why Zhu Mingyao was so sure? Well, that is not something that can be told to outsiders, not something that can be told to outsiders…

The cold smoke and dark clouds above the sky gradually disintegrated, revealing a ray of long-lost light.

Under the shining of a crescent moon, illusory and vague soldiers, generals and law enforcement officers rose up, wandering around like ghosts and disappearing into the ruins on the island.

After a dozen minutes or so, a silver-gauze-like wormhole opened in the void, and young and beautiful men and women of various appearances floated out.

Zhu Mingyao let out a breath as he glanced at these poor people who were in dishevel and unconscious.

"The Taoist spirit descends, golden liquid and red jade. It wraps around the body and bones, all over the body. It flows through hundreds of meridians, permeating the heaven and earth. It goes down to the Dantian and rises up to the void..."

He silently recited the magic formula and flicked his fingertips. A ray of warm and auspicious light overflowed from his palm. Drops of golden rain as big as mung beans fell from the sky, like tears from heaven, gently sprinkling on every unconscious person.

The sweet and delicious fragrance cleanses the fishy smell and washes away the dirty blood.

Piercing, cutting, biting... the hideous marks left by all kinds of evil desires were gradually filled with a sticky jelly-like substance like jade. Then the grayish-white color of death receded, and the tender red flesh and blood revived and healed, and even the broken bones repaired themselves and connected together.

The wounds healed in an instant, the victims' breathing quickly stabilized, and the pain on their faces disappeared, replaced by a hint of peace and relief.

A large pile of various clothes flew in from the air, gently covering each tortured body, carefully providing them with warmth to cover their bodies.

After doing all this, Zhu Mingyao closed his eyes slightly, holding a smooth gray-green talisman between his index and middle fingers. In the dark and mysterious light, an old face was struggling in pain. He looked exactly like the wizard butler who actually controlled the arrangements on the island.

Silently thinking about the information he had just obtained through torture, his mind moved slightly, the white frost on the ground danced slightly, and a series of explosions like muffled thunder came from deep underground.

Arms with bloody flesh and protruding bones pierced the soil and mechanically moved away the collapsed bricks and stones.

The thugs and minions who had assisted the tyrant in the past had blue soul fire in their eyes, and they staggered with stiff steps, piling up bags of gold, silver, jewelry, and extraordinary items into a small hill.

Zhu Mingyao was not dazzled by the huge wealth. He just sensed the fluctuations somewhere with a little solemnity. The seals of his palms changed, and the magic power like the Yangtze River was transmitted over to the distant place.

Rumble... The earth rose and turned over like a giant python. The Yaksha ghost shook off the icy soil all over his body and dragged out a metal safe as big as a truck.

(End of this chapter)