I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Even Chinese netizens mostly view this magical neighboring country with a "teasing" attitude.

The rumors that a single motorcycle can carry an entire company, that a single train can be an army of 10,000, that an aircraft carrier not yet in service was blown to pieces by excrement, that aircraft manufacturers are known as "widow makers," and that the defense system is pieced together from other countries... there are just too many things to complain about.

The above covers military aspects, but there are also civilian aspects.

They wipe their butts with their hands and eat with their hands; they drink Ganges water that contains the entire periodic table of elements in one bite; they have the world's largest slums; their class stratification is no different from that of ancient dynasties; leaving a state is like leaving a country, requiring mutual taxes; they include cow dung in the national GDP; having a toilet is more important than having a house when getting married; the national capital is known as the "rape capital" because of its high rape rate, with a rape occurring almost every half hour.

What's most ridiculous is that this country has 27 states, each with its own official language. This results in almost universal illiteracy. You might learn your native language, but you're still illiterate in another state. And the most common language for communication between people from different states is English!

The various misdeeds of the neighboring Indians have led to a complete lack of respect from the Chinese people for this magical country.

After the apocalypse, they suffered a devastating blow that drew worldwide attention. Their population of 1.2 billion plummeted to around 50 million, less than Russia's. Only a few cities, such as New Delhi, remained untouched, barely managing to resist the invasion of mutated species. Their national strength was far less than before, and they could hardly even step out of their homes.

If it weren't for the United States providing military aid under the pretense of allowing them to contain China in Asia, they would probably have already perished!

However, one of the great founding leaders of China once said...

— Strategically, we should despise our opponents; tactically, we should take them seriously.

Although India has been so badly vilified internationally and become a laughing stock in the mouths of various countries, it still has some real talent and its international influence is not low.

Moreover, don't be fooled by the Indians next door; they at least have their own ninth-tier powerhouses!

Here it is worth mentioning that their ninth-tier expert did not belong to the official ranks. He came from the "lowly" in the eyes of the high castes, also known as "Shudras," or poor people in China.

Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!

In the neighboring Indian community, there has always been an irreconcilable conflict between the lower and higher castes. The latter do not regard the former as human beings at all, and the former also harbor deep resentment towards the latter.

The level of hostility between the two sides is even more severe than the Chinese people's resentment towards the rich.

This led to the situation where the Indian wanted to enter the Standing Committee, but was slapped in the face by that ninth-level expert, who publicly declared that he would not serve the government and would only protect his people.

Most of the superhuman forces in the country are controlled by this ninth-tier powerhouse, and the vast majority of them are superhumans from lower castes, under the guise of "protecting their compatriots" from persecution.

If it weren't for the current chaotic situation, they would probably be establishing a new capital city where everyone is equal.

Yan Ziming was utterly shocked when she learned about these things; it truly proved the saying...

—A big forest has all kinds of birds!

"Ah... I don't think it's anything to worry about. They can hardly even step out of their own homes, so how can they possibly hinder our operations?"

Yan Ziming said nonchalantly, she really didn't take those Indians seriously.

“You’re wrong about that. There will still be some obstacles. And don’t think of those low-caste superhumans as so noble. In fact, they are just as hostile to us as the high-caste people.”

This is similar to how presidential candidates in the United States usually speak well of China when the general election is about to begin, praising China to the skies and refuting rumors about it, but in reality, they are just using the topic of China as a tool to attack other candidates.

When one side wins and takes office as president, those who want to suppress you will still do so, because that is their political goal.

"Tch... What should we do then? How about we launch a swift and decisive decapitation strike, destroying the enemy target before they have time to react?"

"...It's feasible." Mu Mu actually started to seriously consider it.

Given the number of powerful individuals in China today, once the hideout of the Singer Organization is located, it won't be difficult to carry out the plan.

As long as the other side doesn't have more ninth-tier experts, then China only needs to send three or four ninth-tier experts to completely eradicate them!

Chapter 84 Pocky

Sinking into darkness, sinking deeper and deeper... struggling, struggling... to keep from falling to the bottom.

I can't hear anything... My body feels so heavy...

It's too quiet... the quiet is a little eerie.

“Yunling.......”

Who is Yun Ling...?

"Yunling, wake up."

Ah... I finally heard a voice... Is someone calling me?

My name... I think it's Yun Ling...

【I am.......】

"!!!"

As if she had been drowning and passed out, then suddenly woke up, Xue Yunling sat up abruptly, bumping headfirst into the forehead of the person in front of her.

Bang

After the crisp sound, a girl's soft moan followed.

"Ouch! That hurts! Yunling, what are you doing?!"

Rubbing her still somewhat blurred vision, Xue Yunling looked at the person in front of her who was curled up in pain, her gaze returning to its icy coldness.

Yes, I've been captured, and I'm probably in the enemy's headquarters now.

"you're awake."

A kind male voice came from behind, carrying a strange magic, and Xue Yunling subconsciously turned her head.

--Mountain.

At first glance, she saw an endless mountain range, imposing, long, and unshakeable.

Upon closer inspection, he had transformed into a middle-aged man over fifty years old, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, with a resolute face. Just looking at him, one could no longer muster any resistance.

That kind of courage is similar to that person's; maybe he can...

No, perhaps there is still a gap...

Xue Yunling shook her head with a self-deprecating smile, dismissing this unrealistic fantasy.

Yan Shan also noticed Xue Yunling's head-shaking gesture, but instead of asking her why, he gave Mo Sheng a knowing look.

Mo Sheng understood and said softly to Xue Yunling, "Yunling, do you still remember me?"

"Of course I recognize you. You're one of the most prominent figures in China. Who doesn't know you?" Xue Yunling said coldly, her words alone exuding a chilling aura.

"I'm not talking about what others say, but your own personal understanding of me."

"........"

The conversation stalled there. Xue Yunling didn't say a word, closed her eyes, and looked at him as if to say, "Do whatever you want with me."

Seeing her like this, Mo Sheng couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

We've been apart for so long that my previous understanding of her is almost useless now.

They gave Yan Shan a look that seemed to be asking for help, but when they looked up, Yan Shan had already left the room, leaving only the two of them.

Mo Sheng was speechless for a moment.

Ultimately, she chose to continue the conversation, so she kept bringing up new topics:

"Could you tell me about what has happened over the years?"

"Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"Let me tell you, the one in my house is... huge!"

"........."

It seemed like something strange had been mixed in, so Xue Yunling pretended not to hear it.

Even if she heard it, she wouldn't respond.

A dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water; at worst, it'll just shoot itself, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

Death had long become a normal occurrence that she disregarded.

Seeing that Xue Yunling didn't react at all, Mo Sheng got impatient and simply turned off the indoor surveillance camera, locked the door, and sent Yan Shan away from behind the door before staring at Xue Yunling.

"Yunling, you say you don't remember me, I don't believe you. Do you remember this?"

Mo Sheng took out a videotape that exuded an ancient atmosphere and put it into the playback device that was also filled with an ancient atmosphere. Strange images appeared on the display screen.

"Yunling, I learned a new game recently, do you want to play it together?"

"what game?"

"Look, you need to hold it in your mouth first, then do this..."

The scene before her was filled with warm childhood memories, so Xue Yunling simply ignored it. If her hands hadn't been bound, she would have covered her ears too.

Mo Sheng pouted, pressed the pause button, and, abandoning her previous gentle demeanor, forcefully approached Xue Yunling, turning her head towards the monitor.

Xue Yunling is currently locked down by Mo Sheng's supernatural power. Her energy had just begun to recover when it was decomposed at its source by a wisp of purple immortal light, leaving her with no way to recover.

Aside from her superpowers, she was no different from an ordinary person in front of Mo Sheng. She was forcibly turned around, but her eyes were still tightly closed.

Suddenly, she felt a fragrant breath wafting towards her, and Xue Yunling subconsciously opened her eyes. For the first time, her usually calm face showed a change in emotion.

She saw Mo Sheng, who was less than five centimeters away from her, almost as if he was about to kiss her. Their breaths brushed against each other's skin, giving her goosebumps.

Her body instincts made a response for her—she turned her head away.

Then Mo Sheng turned him back.

"What exactly do you want?" Xue Yunling had no choice but to speak up.