Doomsday: It’s normal that I can choose a stronger power.

Soon, the satellite phone in Long Zhanguo's hand rang.

A smile appeared on Long Zhanguo's lips, and he answered the call directly.

"Hello, Prime Minister Kuroda!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then he asked quietly in Chinese: "Are you...?"

"I am Long Zhanguo, the current head of Huaxia!"

"Oh...it's Long Shuai, I've heard a lot about you!" Kuroda Taro obviously has a thorough understanding of Chinese.

"Prime Minister Kuroda, after the apocalypse, all nations are desperately trying to survive. How come Prime Minister Kuroda has the time to connect with me?"

"It's been so long since the apocalypse, and things aren't as difficult as they were at the beginning. As neighboring countries, we should naturally offer each other condolences, right?"

"Well, that's true."

"I wonder if things are going well in China now?" Taro Kuroda asked with concern.

"It's fine. I'm watching TV right now. It's a post-apocalyptic war movie. It's really good!"

“…”

"Master Long is so refined that he even has time to watch TV." The corner of Kuroda Taro's mouth twitched.

"It's the end of the world, so we need some way to relieve stress. By the way, Prime Minister Kuroda, how is the situation in Japan?"

"It was pretty good at first. We survived the zombie attacks, but it hasn't been so good lately."

"Oh? Why?" Long Zhanguo asked knowingly.

"Hey, recently a few Chinese people came to Japan and started killing and burning people everywhere. In just a few days, they have already slaughtered millions of Japanese people!"

"First, zombies attacked the city, and now demons are slaughtering the city. The people of Japan are already in danger!"

"Ah... No way, Prime Minister Kuroda, are you sure there are only a few Chinese people?" Long Zhanguo asked in surprise.

"Yes, nine. I'm sure they're all Chinese!"

"Prime Minister Kuroda must be joking. How is it possible for nine Chinese people to kill a million people in just a few days? Even if it was a million pigs, they couldn't kill that many in just a few days!" Long Zhanguo said while holding back his laughter.

"Long Shuai, do you think I would joke about something like this?"

"I don't know about that. The main thing is that what you said, Prime Minister Kuroda, is too unbelievable!"

"Yes, this is indeed a bit ridiculous, but it is true. I suspect that these people are at least level 16 or 17. They have large-scale attack skills and can kill hundreds or thousands of people!"

At first, Kuroda Taro and his men thought that the opponents were all around level 15, but when they saw that they killed the red-skinned monsters instantly, they raised their guess by two levels.

"Prime Minister Kuroda, I think you're experiencing some kind of hallucination under the pressure of Doomsday. How could there be a rank 16 or 17 human being right now?"

"There should still be psychiatrists alive in Japan, right? Why don't we ask them to take a look? If there really isn't one, I can send one over to you. As a neighboring country, I can still help with this little bit!"

“I’m not sick!!”

"Everything I said is true! Countless eyes in Japan saw it!" Kuroda Taro almost roared, but when he thought of his purpose, he suppressed his anger and spoke again:

"Long Shuai, it's the end of the world now. Human survival is already difficult, and we should support each other. I hope you can contact them and ask them to stop the killing and stop committing such evil!"

"Stop the killing!?" Long Zhanguo sneered, his anger instantly surging up.

"When you, Japan, invaded China and burned, murdered, robbed, raped, and pillaged our territory! When you carried out all kinds of brutal massacres, did you ever consider stopping the killing?!"

"From the ninety-year-old man to the unborn baby! Have you ever shown mercy?!"

"Vivisection, freezing and bone removal, and other inhumane experiments, have you ever felt uneasy?!"

"Now you're telling me not to commit murder? Don't you find that ridiculous?!"

"Their behavior is nothing compared to yours!"

"you..."

Kuroda Taro obviously didn't expect the Dragon Wars National Congress to suddenly explode in anger. After a while, he spoke softly, "Isn't that all history? It's been so long, it's time to move on!"

"Let's turn the page!? This deep blood feud has been etched into the bones of the Chinese people. How can we possibly let it go?"

"If I could go to Japan, I would personally lead people to destroy your country!"

"You're really audacious to ask me to contact them to stop the killing! You'd better just stay home and wait for death!"

After saying this, Long Zhanguo hung up the phone.

“Awesome! It’s so fucking awesome!!!”

Long Zhanguo, who was born into a military family, lost his grandparents in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression.

He has been full of hatred for Japan since he was a child. After becoming the supreme commander of the Chinese military, his greatest wish is to one day lead Chinese warriors to point their swords at Japan!

Unfortunately, there is no such opportunity in peacetime.

I didn’t expect that when the end of the world comes, there will still be a day for revenge.

Although he did not lead the people there personally, Yang Bin and others were also Chinese. If they could destroy Japan, it would be no different from him destroying it.

Moreover, he dreamed of pointing at the nose of the Japanese Prime Minister and scolding him, but he didn't expect that it would come true today. It felt so good!

Everyone else in the conference room looked at him blankly. Obviously, this was the first time they had seen Long Zhanguo like this.

"Long Shuai, why did you hang up the phone? Let us curse a few times to vent our anger!" Su Hang complained.

"That's right, you enjoy scolding us, let us enjoy it too!"

"Uh... I was so excited that I forgot!" Long Zhanguo said embarrassedly.

"How about...call again?"

“…”

Japan's Supreme Command Center...

"Boom..."

Taro Kuroda slammed the satellite phone to the ground.

"Long Zhan Guo! This is too much!!!"

"Kuroda-kun, calm down!"

"Calm down!? I've already been scolded and pointed at my nose, and you want me to calm down!?"

"It's all your fault! What a stupid idea! You're asking me to get slapped in front of them!"

"Um... Kuroda-kun, I think Miyamoto-kun's idea is fine. It's just that your attitude is a little off. We're going to ask them for help, so we should be more humble."

"I think I have a problem with my attitude!? I was called an idiot and didn't dare to talk back, and you tell me I have a problem with my attitude!?" Kuroda Taro was immediately furious.

The others quickly lowered their heads and dared not speak.

But in his heart he thought: "You are not afraid to talk back, you clearly don't have the chance to talk back!"

After a long while, Kuroda Taro suppressed his anger and spoke again: "What should we do now?"

"How about we try contacting them again? I feel we still have to start with the Chinese top leaders. At least they will listen to us. That group of people won't listen to us at all and will just massacre the city!" Miyamoto Takeuchi said.

"Any of you can contact me if you want, but don't call me. I don't want to be scolded by others anymore!"

"Since this idea was proposed by Miyamoto-kun, then let Miyamoto-kun make the contact." Takahashi Ichigo said.

"......"

Miyamoto Takexue's face froze. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and take out a new satellite phone and dial again.