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

Chapter 88 88: Zhu Li personally takes action, targeting Tokyo, Ying Kingdom!

Prime Minister's Office.

In the huge conference room.

Members of Parliament and Cabinet ministers gathered.

The atmosphere in the parliament was stagnant and a low pressure atmosphere enveloped the entire conference hall.

The representatives all looked heavy-faced, with furrowed brows and their eyes staring at each other like knives.

In the conference room, the air seemed to freeze. Not even a breeze could penetrate the depressing atmosphere.

The long silence made everyone's nerves tense, as if they would break in the next second.

On the podium, Kishida tried hard to maintain apparent calm, but his voice revealed a hint of fatigue and helplessness.

Xinxian fell.

He is reporting on the situation now.

The MPs in the back row began to talk in low voices, but even these whispers were particularly harsh.

The clock on the wall was ticking. Time seemed to be unusually slow here, and every second seemed to be stretched several times longer.

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone rings.

The silent air was broken.

Kishida answered the phone: "Hello, this is Kishida."

"I'm Kevin Schneider, Kishida, you're in big trouble."

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What the hell is this? Kishida was full of greetings, but when he opened his mouth he was questioning and expressing dissatisfaction. Does he think he is the master?

Don’t you know whose territory this is on?
Anger surged in my heart, but when the words came to my mouth, they turned into: "Mr. Lieutenant General, what's wrong?"

"Why did you hide the fact that there were special blood slaves on Fukushima?!" Kevin Schneider's eyes were as sharp as swords. If Kishida was in front of him, his head would have fallen to the ground.

Kishida's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Mr. Lieutenant General, I must clarify that we are not hiding any information. Has there been any change in the situation at Fukushima?"

The Eagle Army has completely taken over Fukushima, and the Japanese government has no intelligence at all.

Kishida really didn't lie about this.

Hearing Kishida's stubborn attitude, Kevin Schneider was immediately furious.

He slammed the table, stood up, pointed his finger at the Prime Minister and yelled:
"Do you know how many soldiers we lost because of the intelligence you concealed? In our beautiful country, thousands of fathers lost their sons, and thousands of families lost their children who were the backbone of the family! This is an irreparable loss!"

Everyone else in the conference room was intimidated by the lieutenant general's aura, and no one dared to speak for a moment.

Kishida had to face this sudden accusation, his face became even paler, but he still tried to stay calm:
"Mr. Lieutenant General, I understand your anger and grief. But please believe that we did not deliberately conceal any intelligence. This is a complex issue that requires time and investigation to clarify the truth."

However, Kevin Snyder clearly doesn't intend to give up.

He continued to ask loudly: "Time? Investigation? Can these empty words make up for the lives we have lost? Can they heal the pain of those families?"

Chasing relentlessly and aggressively, Kishida gritted his teeth.

It was already dark outside the window, but the lights inside the room were particularly dazzling.

Kishida really couldn't hold it anymore.

In front of the Japanese government, he is not a human being.

In front of the United States, he is even less of a human being.

The pressure of these days almost crushed him.

A wave of depression rose up from Kishida's heart.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, the lives of your American soldiers are lives, but the lives of our Japanese people are not lives? Or do you think that I will not take the lives of the Japanese people seriously?"

He could no longer endure it and questioned in a cold and resounding voice.

Kevin Schneider's eyes widened slightly. He didn't expect Kishida to explode.

This guy is the man who sang English songs in the White House. He looks like a lackey and now he wants to bite his master.

It seems like he is getting desperate!
A dog will really bite when it gets angry.

Kevin Schneider pondered for a while, exhaled slowly, and said helplessly:

"Mr. Prime Minister, I didn't mean that. But we have to face the reality. Not long ago yesterday, your Xinxian fell. If we hide anything between us, it will only hinder the advancement of our Eagle soldiers and cause more cities in Japan to be eaten by blood slaves."

Kishida's expression became even more serious, as he knew very well that what the lieutenant general said was true.

But I didn't expect Kevin Schneider to be so cunning. He clearly wanted more benefits, but he also wanted to drag Japan down.

What a jerk.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant General, I know it clearly in my heart," said Kishida.

Kevin Schneider sighed, knowing that he was somewhat in the wrong. "Okay, Mr. Prime Minister, I believe you. But please understand that we cannot have any more mistakes. If you realize the seriousness of the matter, I think I can receive the new documents you send in my office within five minutes."

“Beep, beep, beep—”

Hearing the busy tone in the receiver, Kishida's frustration finally turned into anger.

Kishida's face became increasingly livid, his fists were clenched tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the excessive force.

There was a flash of anger in his eyes, like a beast cornered.

Suddenly, Kishida stood up abruptly, his fist drew an arc in the air, and then slammed hard on the conference table.

The force of that punch was so great that the entire table shook, and the documents and pen holder on it jumped up.

“Quick!!!” Kishida roared, his voice echoing throughout the conference room, “Catch all those bastard Onmyojis! They are all sinners of Japan, sinners!!!”

Everyone else in the conference room was intimidated by his aura, and no one dared to speak for a moment.

You could hear a pin drop, and only Kishida's heavy breathing echoed in the air.

Kishida's eyes swept across everyone present; his gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if it could penetrate everyone's heart.

The atmosphere in the conference room was extremely tense, as if a taut string could break at any time.

This is looking for someone to take the blame.

It's time to settle accounts.

The congressmen were panic-stricken and at a loss as to what to do.

At the beginning, it was indeed the Yin-Yang Master who brought the giant Buddha statue of King Zhao to Japan.

But didn’t the Long Kingdom first say that it needed Japan to hand over the coffin of King Zhao?
Who was it at that time who became greedy for the method of immortality and finally refused to hand it over to the Dragon Kingdom?

Then let the Japanese army intervene.

All the important people present here are to blame.

However, Kishida didn't dare to touch them for the time being.

Now we can only take action against the Onmyoji family.

The original Onmyoji family has captured their patriarch.

But now, Kishida feels that Japan should not have any Onmyoji, not even one.
Kishida has already noticed that some members of the parliament have begun to express their dissatisfaction with him at the meeting. At this time, he has to find something to do.

When external forces are unable to divert conflicts, we can only start with internal conflicts.

Just then, the door to the conference room was pushed open.

All the congressmen turned their heads to look outside the door, only to see a staff member walking in hurriedly.

His face was a little pale, obviously due to nervousness. "Prime Minister Kishida, I have something to report." The staff member said stutteringly.

Kishida frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

The staff member took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then said: "We have developed the latest testing equipment."

Kishida's frown relaxed a little, and he asked, "What's the use?"

The staff member replied: "This instrument can directly identify whether the people who have escaped are infected."

The members of parliament were discussing this matter.

Many refugees who fled Fukushima showed signs of infection, but these signs were not particularly obvious.

Any local problems can be dealt with.

The problem is that some insects are infected and can infiltrate or bite ordinary people, who may also be infected.

This is very troublesome. The difficulty of detection has increased and the cost of supervision is also rising rapidly.

The staff member continued to add: "The newly developed flight detection instrument can directly screen a large area and can be controlled by a computer, which is easier to use. This instrument can also detect the flow of qi and even distinguish the level of blood slaves."

Kishida's eyes lit up after hearing this.

The Japanese authorities have already classified blood slaves into different levels.

Among them, the SSS level is the tomb guard, the SS level is the king guard blood slave, the S level is the top alien blood slave, the A level is the ordinary alien blood slave, and the B level is the ordinary blood slave.

It is really convenient to have this detector.

The tension in Kishida's heart finally relaxed.

A rare look of relief emerged on his face, as if he had finally found a rain after a long drought and felt the dawn of hope.

“This is really exciting news.”

"We must act now to expand this technology across the country to ensure that every corner can be effectively monitored."

"I want you to deploy these emergency detection equipment immediately, whether in cities or villages, without missing any. The sudden fall of Xinxian County has sounded the alarm for us. We can no longer let any place become a blind spot in epidemic prevention."

Although Kishida felt a little relieved, the situation in Xinxian still weighed on his chest like a huge rock.

It came too suddenly.

Even though the Japanese army had already gone to Xinxian to suppress the rebellion and try to control the situation, he still did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

"Everyone, when the building collapses, you and I must work together and cooperate sincerely."

The tallest building in Fukushima.

Zhu Li put down the tablet in his hand.

He looked away from the screen and toward the distant sky.

As he stood up, his wide python robe swayed gently, and a kingly aura faintly revealed between his lapels, a kind of hidden majesty and calmness.

He slowly walked towards the huge French window on one side of the office.

Outside the window, the sky was gloomy and covered with dark clouds.

At this moment, Zhu Li's thoughts moved slightly, as if resonating with some power between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a sharp cry cut through the sky, and a huge black bird was seen circling out from the clouds.

Its wings spread out like a black cloud covering the sky, its feathers fluttering in the wind, and each feather flashing a cold light.

There was a violent red light flashing in the giant bird's eyes. It seemed to fully understand Zhu Li's intention. It flapped its huge black feathers without hesitation and swooped down like an arrow.

As the giant bird approached, a strong sense of oppression filled the air, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

This monster is too strong.

The power of the wings flashing carries destructive force.

There was a loud bang, and the entire window shattered in an instant, with fragments flying everywhere, blooming in the air like fireworks.

Outside the broken window, the giant bird landed steadily not far from Zhu Li.

Zhu Li didn't hesitate at all. He tapped the ground with his toes and jumped onto the back of the giant bird as lightly as a feather.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, his python robe rustling in the strong wind, as if he was a god descending to the earth.

He looked down at the world below, where smoke rose in the air, tanks rolled forward like a torrent, flames of war raged, and lives were lost.

However, there was no trace of fear or hesitation in Zhu Li's eyes, only a calmness as deep as the sea.

"It seems that hot weapons are still useful."

This is what Zhu Li was thinking.

Under the torrent of steel, the blood slaves were unable to crush them.

The power of technology allows everyone to possess the destructive power of ordinary humans.

sharp!!
Zhu Li stood on the back of the giant bird and stepped lightly.

As his footsteps landed, the giant bird seemed to sense his intention. It shook its huge wings violently, creating a gust of wind that instantly blew away the surrounding dust and debris.

With a light "swish" sound, like a sharp blade cutting through the sky, the giant bird's wings were fully spread out.

Each feather seems to contain endless power. They sparkle brightly in the sun and are as hard and sharp as metal.

The giant bird's wings vibrate at an extremely high frequency, and each flap creates a strong airflow that propels its body forward at an astonishing speed.

Zhu Li only felt the whistling of wind in his ears, and the whole world was rapidly moving backwards.

Their speed is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Mountains and rivers flashed by under their feet, as if they were just blurry landscape paintings.

He is going to Xinxian now.

Zhu Li learned a lot about the current situation in Japan. In this world, the wealth level of cities is collectively referred to as GDP. Among the 43 counties in Japan, Xin County ranks th in GDP, which is much higher than Fukushima and Naga County.

Therefore, when the blood slavery broke out, Japan immediately dispatched a large number of troops.

This concerns the lives and livelihoods of the Japanese.

Naturally, a large number of troops are required.

This is when Zhu Li's shortcomings were revealed.

Although he has many methods, he is not supernatural, and it is far from easy for one person to deal with an entire country.

The tomb guards were unable to hold on despite the multi-front battle.

Lu Hui formed her own team to deal with the Eagle Army, which slowed down Geng Qing's advance. The blood slaves that broke out in Xinxian County showed signs of being suppressed.

Although the fall is only a matter of time, the newly added blood slaves are all low-level blood slaves and cannot withstand the coverage of hot weapons.

There was no other way, Zhu Li had to take action himself.

As the saying goes, hit the snake at its most vulnerable part and capture the leader first.

Zhu Li was not planning to take action against Fukushima or Niigata, but instead was eyeing Tokyo, the largest city in Japan with the highest GDP.

It is also a city very close to Fukushima.

It just so happened that all the troops were transferred to Xinxian to deal with Geng Qing.

The city's defenses should be very weak.

Zhu Li decided to take action himself to ensure that everything went smoothly.

Kishida and the others had no idea that a knife was hovering above their heads and the line of death was slowly approaching them.

(End of this chapter)