Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The cold wind at night blew like sharp arrows, as if it could penetrate people's bones.

The roar of the small motorcycle echoed in the silent night sky, sounding particularly harsh and loud.

He Daqing was extremely anxious. He wished he could grow a pair of wings and fly away immediately, away from Tokyo.

In April, the night temperature was only around 7 or 8 degrees, freezing cold.

He Daqing was shivering with cold, but he didn't dare to stop or rest. He just stepped on the accelerator of the motorcycle and rushed forward.

It was almost three o'clock in the morning when he finally had the chance to stop and go into the space to drink a sip of hot water.

At this moment, even tea became a luxury and he saved on it.

According to theory, the safe distance of a nuclear explosion only needs to be kept at more than ten kilometers.

If there are two nuclear bombs, even if the distance is doubled, that is, 30 kilometers, it should be safe enough.

Although He Daqing had already far exceeded the so-called safe distance, who could say for sure about such a terrible weapon as a nuclear bomb?

After warming up his body, He Daqing got on his scooter again and continued on his escape.

But now, his mood has changed, and he even has time to hum a rough tune.

When He Daqing thought about the fact that the whole Tokyo would be covered by a spectacular and shocking fireworks display at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, his whole body trembled with excitement.

At dawn, He Daqing had already arrived in Kyoto, which is about 500 kilometers away from the Yasukuni Shrine in Tokyo.

At this moment, it was already half past six in the morning, and He Daqing had no intention of moving forward.

He walked into a soba restaurant and ordered a bowl of tonkotsu ramen.

After finishing the meal, he gave the noodle shop owner two loud slaps as payment.

You know, we, He Daqing, have plenty of money, we just simply don't want to give it.

Since setting foot on Japanese soil, He Daqing has never spent a penny on food, clothing, housing, transportation, or finding women to have fun with.

It can even be said that he completely broke the previous convention of having to pay women when having sex with them.

We have already given them enough face by not being able to massacre all these Japanese devils. How dare they ask for money?

As the time was approaching seven o'clock, He Daqing climbed to the roof of a ten-story building, ready to enjoy the fireworks show in Tokyo.

However, he was somewhat disappointed with the fireworks show, perhaps because it was too far away.

He only saw a ball of fire flash across the sky and also noticed the mushroom cloud.

At this moment, He Daqing suddenly thought of Ishii Harumi.

It’s such a pity. Such a docile and obedient woman would probably be reduced to nothing in a nuclear explosion, right?

He Daqing muttered to himself as he pulled out a bottle of ice-cold beer from his arms and took a big gulp.

His eyes were a little dull, as if he was still immersed in the shock that had just occurred.

After a long while, he sighed softly:

“Rest in peace!

You can only blame yourself for being born in Japan, and you can only blame yourself for being the daughter of that bastard Shiro Ishii..."

He muttered a few more words to himself, then poured the remaining half bottle of wine onto the cement floor in front of him, as a farewell ceremony for Harumi Ishii.

Meanwhile, in Tokyo!

At the moment the atomic bomb exploded, it was as if a dazzling sun suddenly rose in the center of the city.

The huge energy it released caused the surrounding pressure to soar to billions of atmospheres in an instant, forming a ball of high-temperature and high-pressure plasma, which quickly transformed into an extremely bright giant fireball.

The fireball expanded outward at an astonishing speed, like a fierce storm, ruthlessly squeezing the surrounding air and forming a shock wave as powerful as a gust of wind.

With the Yasukuni Shrine as the core of the explosion, everything within a radius of several kilometers was destroyed in an instant and turned into nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky and rushed straight into the sky!

This mushroom cloud was like a giant tower standing tall, with a temperature of thousands of degrees and constantly spewing out hot breath.

Those Japanese who were on the periphery and were unfortunately exposed to this heat wave.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was evaporated without a trace in an instant.

It is rumored that the Japanese people are of high quality and never make loud noises in public.

It is indeed true, otherwise, how could the Japanese remain silent under the high temperature of thousands of degrees?

As the heat wave continues to spread, the temperature gradually drops, but it is still beyond the range that most people can tolerate.

However, despite being in such an extreme environment.

These Japanese still showed great manners and self-control; they neither shouted nor screamed.

However, although they remained silent, their bodies were unable to resist the invasion of this scorching heat.

Their clothes and hair began to melt slowly, their skin was wrinkled from being burned, and they looked like hideous evil spirits.

The scorching and distorted air made these Japanese devils feel extremely short of oxygen.

So they opened their mouths wide and breathed greedily, trying to get more oxygen.

However, at this moment, the scorching air quickly invaded their throats and roasted them.

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It’s not because these Japanese people are of high quality that they don’t speak out!

It's because the temperature of the heat wave is so high that they can't make any sound at all.

High quality and so on are just stereotypes that people have about the Japanese devils!

The Japanese people further out were in an even more tragic situation.

Most of the people inside lost their sense of pain due to the extremely high temperature.

The Japanese devils here are facing high temperatures of one or two hundred degrees.

I just felt pain and itchiness on my skin, and I scratched it hard until blood started to flow.

Many Japanese devils who looked directly at the atomic bomb explosion even became permanently blind.

Adults cursed, children cried, women screamed, and wailing was everywhere!

It was tragic, so tragic that it was beyond words!

The crimes of the Japanese devils were finally paid for with blood under the baptism of nuclear bombs!

If we must use a word to describe Tokyo after the nuclear explosion, then the word "hell" is probably the most appropriate.

In such a scene, human life seems so fragile and powerless, and the destruction brought by nuclear bombs is so shocking.

He Daqing, who was hundreds of kilometers away, did not see such a scene.

Otherwise, maybe, possibly, probably, he would have a trace of guilt.

Or maybe, just stand up and clap your hands and laugh?

The probability is that the latter is more likely.

Compared with the suffering that the Japanese have caused to the Chinese people, the two nuclear bombs are just an appetizer.