Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 152: King Zhao stirs up the world
Mu Gu stood on the deck of the warship, the sea breeze blowing his clothes with its salty and humid breath. He held a cup of hot tea in his hand, and through the rising steam, he looked down at the chaotic dock below with deep eyes.

The dock was bustling with people, and various languages ​​were intertwined.

They looked anxious. If there weren't soldiers standing guard with guns, someone might have rushed the post.

The sunlight slants on the sea, making the waves sparkle, as if the entire ocean is lit up.

The warship shook slightly, and the hot teacup in Mu Gu's hand also shook gently, and the tea created delicate ripples.

It’s great that at this critical moment, I can still drink hot tea and watch the show.

Mu Gu took a sip of tea and felt happy.

"Three minutes left, get ready to leave the port."

someone said.

Mu Gu looked back and saw the commander of this mission, a colonel. He was a very nice person and had no airs at all.

You can go home in three minutes.

Great.

The warship's broadcasting system suddenly sounded, and the voice penetrated the sea breeze and morning mist, announcing clearly and firmly:

"One minute left to depart, all departments please pay attention."

The sound was like a war drum, instantly breaking the silence on the deck.

Maku stood on the bridge, looking around sharply.

He saw a number of people running on the dock in the distance. They might be the last group of aliens working in the United States to board the ship.

"Hurry up, I hope nothing goes wrong."

Mu Gu thought to himself that maybe they were family members who came to see him off.

Time seemed to be stretched, and every second passed extremely slowly.

Mu Gu stood on the deck of the warship, scanning the dock with eyes as sharp as an eagle.

His heart seemed to be shrouded in an ominous premonition, and an inexplicable uneasiness spread in his chest.

"Something's wrong."

Mu Gu murmured to himself, his intuition told him that there were malicious eyes hidden among the crowd on the dock.

He observed carefully and found that several figures were moving unusually. They did not look like Chinese citizens or family members who were eager to board the ship. Instead, they seemed to be intentionally avoiding something and looking around.

The sea breeze blew, bringing with it a salty and humid smell and the sound of fishing boats' engines in the distance, but none of these could conceal the alertness in Mu Gu's heart.

In an instant, the panic in my heart reached its peak.

Suddenly, a strong Qi field lit up, the light was extremely dazzling, just like a tens of thousands of watts incandescent lamp suddenly lit up in the night sky.

The sudden light made the entire sea surface seem to be illuminated, and even the clouds in the distance were stained with a faint glow.

Mu Gu's eyes widened, and unprecedented shock and anger surged in his heart.

He turned around suddenly and shouted: "Someone is hijacking the ship!!!"

Meanwhile, the situation at the dock became increasingly chaotic.

The crowd, who were originally busy, suddenly became panic-stricken, with screams and shouts coming one after another, forming a noisy noise.

People were running around, trying to find a place to hide or escape from this dangerous place.

Some timid people even jumped directly into the freezing cold sea water, hoping to escape this sudden disaster.

"Sure enough, some people will be restless."

Suddenly, a black shadow flew out from the shadow of the deck like a ghost, so fast that it was almost impossible to capture its trajectory.

The man was wrapped in a tight black combat suit, with only a pair of cold and ruthless eyes revealed.

His body was surrounded by an extremely dark Qi field, which seemed to have its own life. It stretched out flexibly like a tentacle, and each "tentacle" contained powerful strength and deadly threats.

These black Qi tentacles drew strange tracks in the air, pointing directly at the crowd on the dock.

The target was a blond man who was apparently unaware of the impending danger and was looking around anxiously, trying to find a safe shelter.

However, just as he turned around to escape, the black-clothed man's Qi tentacles shot out like arrows, instantly piercing through the air and heading straight for the target with a piercing scream.

The blond man felt a huge force suddenly attacking him from behind. Before he could react, he was tightly grasped by that force.

The Qi tentacles clamped around his body like an iron clamp, lifting him up and hanging him in the air. The man struggled in fear, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free of those seemingly invisible but indestructible restraints.

When the people around saw this scene, they all cried out in surprise. Some were even so frightened that they stood still, unable to move.

The soldiers on the warship reacted quickly. They knew that the man in front of them was definitely not a good person and they had to take action immediately.

The 'incandescent light' above the dock suddenly disappeared.

The commander could see clearly and issued an urgent order through the intercom: "Attention everyone, there is an enemy invasion, enter combat status immediately!"

A burst of chattering shouts suddenly broke out from the crowd. Mu Gu instantly understood that it was beautiful Mandarin. The voice was high-pitched and urgent: "Brothers, let's do this big job!"

This sentence is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples one after another.

Mu Gu's body trembled involuntarily, and he thought to himself: "It's really chaotic. Now even the warships of the Dragon Kingdom are robbed."

His eyes became extremely sharp, staring closely at the crowd on the dock, trying to detect any suspicious movements.

At this moment, more than a dozen figures leaped out from the crowd. Their movements were agile and powerful, like a group of big birds spreading their wings and flying high, rushing straight towards the warship that was slowly leaving the dock.

These people were wearing uniform black combat uniforms and black masks, revealing only a pair of cold and ruthless eyes. They held a variety of weapons in their hands, some holding pistols, some carrying submachine guns, and several carrying heavy backpacks. It was obvious that they came prepared.

Their appearance made the already tense atmosphere even more oppressive, and a strong smell of gunpowder filled the air.

These people are not only aliens, but also carry firearms. It seems that they are determined to defeat the Dragon Kingdom’s warships.

On the deck, a sturdy returnee spat and said angrily:

"Fuck them, they can't even live peacefully at home, come on, brothers, let's teach them a lesson!"

Suddenly, the crowd on the deck exploded like a ignited gunpowder barrel. Soldiers jumped up, some waving their weapons, and others rushed directly at the enemy.

Their movements were agile and powerful, and every attack was carried with the force of thunder.

At the same time, the crowd on the dock began to stir.

Qi fields of various colors bloomed in the air like gorgeous fireworks, some were hot as fire, some were cold as frost, and some had a strange purple light.

Mu Gu fought fiercely and worked extremely hard.

What the hell, a team of aliens would actually be dispatched at this time.

What exactly is going on.

The battle goes as quickly as it comes.

When the last bullet was fired and the last Qi field dissipated, the entire dock returned to tranquility, as if the fierce battle just now was just an illusion.

However, the smell of gunpowder in the air and the debris of weapons scattered on the ground reminded everyone that all this had really happened.

Mu Gu was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead and dripping onto the ground with a slight sound.

He looked around at the tired but still determined soldiers, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

Just then, he heard someone ask next to him: "Colonel, do we need to chase him?"

Mu Gu turned around and saw an officer standing beside him, with a questioning look in his eyes. The officer was tall and had a serious face, and was obviously an experienced soldier.

However, at this moment, his eyes revealed a hint of hesitation and uncertainty. "No, they are all cripples." The commander's voice came from a distance, with a cold tone and a hint of unquestionable majesty.

"Now our most important thing is to send everyone back."

He walked up to Mu Gu and scanned every corner of the battlefield, as if to make sure that there were no hidden dangers left.

"Let's get out of port quickly."

The commander continued, a sense of urgency in his voice.

He knew that time was running out and every minute and every second could determine the outcome of the battle.

He couldn't give the enemy any chance to breathe.

The officer saluted, then turned and left, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

The commander walked up to Mu Gu and said softly, "Thank you."

Mu Gu was flattered, scratched his head and smiled:
"No, no, no, it's what we deserve."

"I haven't thanked you yet for coming all the way to pick us up."

"It's all you should do. Have a good rest." The commander said solemnly.

A warm feeling flowed through Mu Gu's heart.

Following the commander's order, the roar of the warship's engine resounded through the sky, like a long-sleeping beast being awakened, and it began to slowly leave the port.

The huge body drew a deep ripple in the water, as if the sea was making way for it.

As the warship sailed out of the port, the crowd on the deck burst into cheers.

They waved their hats and scarves and shouted excitedly: "We're going home!"

The company can be reached anywhere.

Zhao Fangxu sat in a spacious office, his desk piled with documents from all over the place.

He buried his head in the documents, his brows furrowed, his eyes revealing deep fatigue and helplessness.

Each document was like a heavy stone, pressing on his heart and making him feel suffocated.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, trying to make some sense of it.

However, as the files grew, his thoughts became increasingly confused.

Each alien's problem is different, and it takes him a lot of time and energy to deal with it.

Moreover, due to their special properties, many problems cannot be solved by conventional methods.

Zhao Fangxu felt a headache and rubbed his temples, trying to relieve the pressure.

He knew that as a director of the company, it was not easy to manage these aliens.

They have extraordinary abilities, but this also brings more troubles and challenges.

The most important thing is that this matter also concerns foreign countries.

It’s really a headache!

Zhao Fangxu was buried in documents when suddenly the phone rang.

He frowned and reached out to pick up the receiver: "Hello?"

"Director Zhao." A deep voice came from the other end of the line, "Mission accomplished."

"Oh?" Zhao Fangxu raised his eyebrows slightly, "No problem, right?"

"We encountered an attack when we were leaving the port." The other party answered hesitantly.

Zhao Fangxu's heart sank suddenly: "Are there any casualties?"

"Three people were injured." There was a hint of apology in the other party's voice.

Zhao Fangxu was silent for a moment, then said softly: "It's not peaceful outside, be careful."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed relieved: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhao."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Fangxu sat in a chair and looked at the sky outside the window with complicated eyes.

It's too unsafe outside now.

Zhao Fangxu stood up, walked to the office window, and looked into the distance through the glass.

His heart was filled with complex emotions, including fatigue, helplessness, and a hint of deep worry.

He knew that there was only so much he could do.

The turmoil in the United States has caused a huge chain reaction.

This once prosperous country is now in chaos, with various forces constantly fighting and social contradictions becoming increasingly intensified.

This turmoil not only affected the domestic political and economic situation, but also affected the international community.

Many countries have been affected and impacted to varying degrees.

Zhao Fangxu is well aware of the impact this turmoil will have on the world.

Especially in the Ala area, the country of Yiseli has been expelled from the entire Ala area. Now, there are even many people who want to enter the Dragon Kingdom, but they are all rejected. King Zhao alone can be said to have stirred up the world!

Zhao Fangxu was immersed in thought about the current situation when suddenly a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

He turned around, looked through the crack in the office door, and shouted, "Come in."

The door slowly opened and Huang Boren walked in with a messy head of hair.

His complexion was rosy and his blood and qi seemed to be in good condition, completely different from his previous sickly appearance.

He shouted, "Mr. Zhao!" with a hint of excitement and relief in his voice.

Zhao Fangxu looked at Huang Boren with a strange expression.

He chuckled and said, "Xiao Huang, are you well?"

Huang Boren scratched his head and chuckled, revealing a slightly awkward smile: "Thanks to you, I'm almost well."

Zhao Fangxu snorted coldly and sat back in his seat, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes.

He sorted out the documents on the table, then asked calmly, "Why, what do you want from me?"

Huang Boren seemed a little nervous. He cleared his throat and tried to look calmer: "I came to see you now that I'm well."

Zhao Fangxu snorted again, his eyes becoming sharper: "You are such a cunning fellow, do you really not want to face King Zhao?"

There was a hint of blame and dissatisfaction in his words.

Huang Boren had a bitter face, looking somewhat helpless: "Isn't this just the right time to be sick?"

Zhao Fangxu stared at Huang Boren for a while, then slowly said, "Are you really sick?"

Huang Boren laughed dryly and did not respond directly to the question.

He knew that his excuse was not sufficient. The illness was naturally unfounded, and everyone knew it.

"Hey, nothing happened, right?"

"Nothing, it just so happens that you're here, and I have something to hand over to you."

(End of this chapter)