Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

On the huge white curtain.

Yuanjun's face, which was unique because of its hysteria, was still roaring madly.

Each of his words was filled with the most nakedly vicious curses, like a rusty, blunt knife, mercilessly pulling back and forth at the already fragile hearts of the tens of thousands of Sakura Country survivors in the stadium.

A crowd that was just filled with anger and protest.

At this moment, they fell into an almost weird, deathly silence.

They can't believe it.

I couldn't believe what I just heard.

The noble and elegant young master of the Genji who once called on everyone on TV to "share the difficulties" and to endure and dedicate himself for the "future of the Great Sakura Empire."

That kind nobleman who once personally delivered quilts and food to the homeless, with a smile as warm as the spring breeze on his face.

in his eyes.

They, these living compatriots, are struggling to survive.

Surprisingly, they are just a group of untouchables who are even more despicable than the stray dogs on the roadside?

Their lives, their dignity, are not even as valuable as a piece of cold land that has been passed down in his family for thousands of years?

impossible.

Absolutely...impossible.

"It's fake...it must be fake..."

Someone in the crowd was muttering to himself in a dreamy, self-hypnotic tone.

"With technology so advanced these days, videos can be... faked, right?"

"Yes... yes! It must be the Dragon Country people! They fabricated this video! They are deliberately vilifying our noble lord!"

"Their goal is to make us... kill each other!"

"But……"

Another retorted with a noticeable tremor in his voice.

"But I've never heard of a video being faked to the point where even the lip movements and the emotions in the voice are perfectly matched..."

After hearing this.

In an instant, ripples began to form among the silent crowd.

Dissatisfaction, the most contagious emotion like a plague, began to spread quietly among the crowd.

People began to talk among themselves in the lowest voices.

"I remembered..."

An old man with gray hair who looked like a carpenter, had some painful memories flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"A few years ago, the little girl from the Suzuki family next door to my house was so pretty."

"One day, I was picked up by a black car with a chrysanthemum emblem."

"She said she was going to be a personal maid for a young nobleman."

"Since then, I have never been back."

"The Suzukis went to question him several times, but each time they were beaten half to death and thrown out. Finally, the police came and concluded... that he had been abducted by human traffickers."

"At that time, we all believed it. Now it seems..."

A smile uglier than crying appeared on his wrinkled old face.

"Hey, what's this?"

Next to him, a burly man who looked like a gangster with tattoos on his arms snorted disdainfully.

"You don't know. You've all been to that new luxury casino in the East District, right?"

"The dealers there are really good at cheating."

"Several of my brothers got caught up in it and tasted some sweetness at the beginning."

"In the end, he lost everything he had, even his wife and children. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he jumped off the cross-sea bridge."

"Who do you think is the owner of that gambling house?"

He sneered and looked around.

"That's the one on the screen, the one crying so hard just now, the second son of the Koizumi family!"

"On the surface, he pretended to provide relief to the families of gamblers whose families had been broken up, and even bought their daughters, who were less than ten years old, to adopt as his own."

"What's the truth? Damn it, he was the one who killed the person!"

After someone starts.

One by one, the unknown bloody facts that were once covered under "social news" and "accidents" began to be dug out from the depths of people's memories.

These discussions and complaints had an unparalleled impact on Tian Zhongjie at this moment.

His body was still curled up in that inconspicuous corner.

His face still had that calm, almost numb expression.

But in his heart, a raging storm had already begun, enough to completely devour him.

He also remembered it.

He remembered that a few days before the disaster, he had clearly seen a black van with a special license plate quietly drive into the water plant near their community in the middle of the night...

At the time, he thought the municipality was conducting routine nighttime maintenance.

Now that I think about it...

A bone-chilling chill instantly rushed from his spine to the top of his head!

However, before he could think about it.

On the screen, the suffocating interrogation continued.

One after another, the old aristocrats who were once "respected" and "amiable" in the eyes of the people, faced the Dragon Country Inquisitors who could not be resisted by any will.

With tears in their eyes, they confessed their heinous crimes one after another, which were hidden under their glamorous appearance.

An old nobleman whose family has been practicing medicine for generations and is known as the "living Hua Tuo" admitted that in order to find the "freshest" ingredients for his vicious dog at home, he sent people to kidnap orphans wandering the streets late at night.

Then, they dismembered them alive in their own basement.

A middle-aged aristocrat who is famous as a "philanthropist" and "artist" and who appears elegant in countless public occasions, admits that his favorite thing to do is to marry the beautiful girls he "bought" from the slums with money.

After being paralyzed with special drugs, they are put into various postures, and then cast with boiling wax into... lifelike "body works of art".

He even described in detail one of his most satisfying "works", which was buried under the small bridge at Kyoto's most famous cherry blossom viewing spot.

The more you look, the paler the faces of these survivors become.

The more they watched, the more the sporadic "dissatisfaction" in their hearts turned into anger.

Finally, when the whole "interrogation" came to an end.

When the last and most important "prisoner", the man named Onitsuka with a hideous scar on his face, was escorted in front of the camera.

The atmosphere in the entire stadium, which was extremely oppressive and seemed like it could explode at any time, reached its peak.

Everyone held their breath.

"Onitsuka Musashi."

On the screen, the interrogator who had been in the shadows spoke in a cold voice, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

In Onitsuka's single intact eye, there was not a trace of the resentment and regret that appeared on the faces of other nobles.

There is only undisguised contempt for these "lower creatures" in front of him.

He slowly raised his proud head.

Facing the camera and the tens of thousands of survivors, he grinned like a devil.

"I said?"

"I have nothing to say."

“I just think it’s a pity.”

"It's a pity that you Dragon people came... too quickly."

"Unfortunately, the dosage of my precious potion is still... too small."

"If I were given another chance, I wouldn't just do it in Kyoto."

"I'll go to Tokyo, Osaka, and Nagoya... I'll spread that damn poison over every inch of our Great Sakura Empire!"

"I want to watch you, this bunch of lowly and ungrateful pariahs, turn into zombies that only know how to eat each other before my eyes!"

"I will make you pay the most painful price for your betrayal!"

"Because this is the only fate you traitors deserve!"

His words could no longer be described as "insane".

That is a kind of absolute evil that is purely anti-human.

At that moment, in the entire stadium, in the hearts of all the survivors, there was a volcano called "anger" that had already accumulated countless magma.

This was finally the last straw.

Completely ignited...