N-M Chapter 94 The Imminent Father-Son Game
Chapter 94 The Imminent Father-Son Game
The truth will eventually come out.
Especially in this age of information overload, not to mention the towering green spore cloud in Raccoon City.
Despite the Pentagon's desperate attempts to suppress the heat, even going so far as to cut off some network base stations around Raccoon City, there were simply too many on-site war correspondents like Dada.
The selfies of those reckless livestreamers and survivors drifted into the global internet like snowflakes.
Just half an hour.
Twitter, YouTube, Facebook... all servers crashed.
#BiologicalCrisisInRaccoonCity#
#Umbrella confirmed#
#The monster is here, it's bringing a virus#
Several terms rose to the top ten of global trending searches at lightning speed.
In the video.
The zombies with their heads split open like man-eating flowers, the fungal monsters running rampant in the streets, and the skyscraper covered in a green fungal carpet—the impact was simply off the charts.
At this moment, netizens all over the world went wild.
"My God! Is this a movie shoot? The latest Resident Evil trailer?"
"Wake up, upstairs! What movie trailer could blow up a National Guard tank? That's the real thing!"
"I'm in Springfield, next to Raccoon City, and I swear I saw green mist drifting this way!"
however.
Compared to the fear and bewilderment of netizens abroad, the attitude of netizens in the United States, the country involved, suddenly became somewhat bizarre.
After the initial panic subsided, some rednecks, forced by the necessities of life, began to give up.
[New York homeless person]: Thank God, let it all end, quickly. I can't pay my mortgage, my car loan is overdue, now it's all good, everyone turns into mushrooms, and nobody can look down on anyone else.
[Freelancer]: Hahahaha! I knew it! I knew this day would come! I have three tons of canned food and 50,000 rounds of ammunition stockpiled in my basement! Zombies? They're walking targets! Come on! Let the storm rage on!
[The Wolf of Wall Street]: Don't get too excited, upstairs. Given our country's military strength, this disaster will be contained soon, and you'll still have to work then.
[California Version]: Still talking about work at a time like this? I just want to know, after turning into that kind of monstrous creature, do we still need to pay taxes? If not, please be the first to infect me, thank you.
Some people even started an online poll:
If the apocalypse came, which supermarket would you most like to rob?
"I need help online. If I turn into a zombie, can I bite my boss to death?"
This "no one can kill me if I don't want to live" mentality completely baffled the foreign netizens watching.
Is this the breath of freedom?
It really tastes good.
On the other side of the ocean in China, the online atmosphere is completely different.
There was shock.
But more than anything, it's a sense of fatalism, a feeling that it was just as it always was.
A well-known forum.
[Netizen 007]: Holy crap! Guys, did you guys see that video?
[Keyboard Warrior]: I've seen it! Although it's blurry, the figure, the aura... it's definitely right.
[The Truth Seeker]: Haha, I thought I was the only one who figured it out! Turns out everyone knew!
[Patriotic Young Man]: Wow, wow! Is this guy some kind of locust? He finished eating South Korea and then turned around and started eating America? That's quite a leap!
[Geography Class Representative]: You don't know anything! This is called "internationalism." Everyone gets a share of the knowledge; no one is neglecting any subject.
[Traditional Chinese Medicine Practitioner]: I think the US is in trouble this time. South Korea's actions were minor; this time they've gone straight for fungi. This stuff is much harder to deal with than viruses; once the spores spread, the whole city is infected.
[Fortune Teller]: I have a feeling this is more than just the beginning. The US will be severely damaged, if not completely wiped out. This is clearly a walking "national destiny execution line"!
……
Compared to those voices on the internet.
The atmosphere on the official side, however, is much more serious.
Beijing conference room.
On the giant electronic screen, live footage of the devastation in Raccoon City was being broadcast from the military.
Compared to the blurry videos online, the clarity here is practically 4K Blu-ray level.
You can even clearly see how the fungal tyrant fought against the eagle soldiers.
No, it was torture and murder!
After a long while, the old man sitting in the main seat slowly put down the water glass in front of him.
"Is it confirmed?"
"Confirmed."
The intelligence officer standing beside him, Zhao Gang, had a strange expression on his face, holding a newly printed report in his hand.
"After analysis, it was confirmed that the person who controlled the transport plane to crash into the building... was indeed Lin Fan."
Although I had already guessed it.
But upon hearing the definitive report, the assembled bigwigs couldn't help but gasp in shock.
This kid...
They're really good at causing trouble!
Everyone thought that after this kid ruined the kimchi, he would be able to travel across the ocean and come back.
But the result was quite different!
The country of kimchi hasn't even cooled down yet, and it's already heading to the mainland of the United States?
And every move he makes is a game-winning bomb!
Raccoon City!
That's a major industrial center in the United States, and the home of Umbrella Corporation!
He just swaggered right in?
A moment of silence fell over the conference room.
No one knew what to say!
All I can say is, that was absolutely brilliant!
"cough!"
The elderly man in the main seat coughed lightly, forcibly suppressing the smile on his lips, and turned his gaze to a corner of the conference room.
At this moment, Lin Jianguo was staring intently at the black figure on the screen, his mouth agape.
Shocked?
Of course I was shocked.
But it was both shocking and incredibly unexpected.
You little brat, you're even braver than your dad!
Single-handedly, infiltrating the heartland of the United States?
He wasn't this arrogant back then!
"Old Lin."
The old man in the main seat spoke, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing, "Your son... has surpassed his master."
Lin Jianguo shuddered, then came to his senses, his face showing a hint of embarrassment.
"Sir, this little brat... he deserves a beating."
He said he deserved a beating, but his tone carried an undisguised...pride.
After all, it was his offspring.
The ability to throw the United States into chaos is a skill in itself.
"Alright, stop acting innocent after getting the benefit."
The old man waved his hand.
"The problem now is that the situation is out of control."
The US definitely won't let this go easily, and it's not impossible that they'll eventually send out that thing. I just don't know if Xiao Fan can handle it…”
Upon hearing the old man mention "that thing," Lin Jianguo's expression instantly changed.
His previous nonchalant attitude vanished instantly, replaced by a sharp aura, like a blade being drawn from its sheath.
Even if it means losing a leg.
He remains the fierce tiger capable of tearing the enemy's throat apart.
"Commander."
Lin Jianguo slowly stood up.
"I want to go to the US."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was firm and resonant, echoing throughout the conference room.
Everyone was taken aback.
Immediately, the entire conference room erupted in chaos.
"Old Lin! Are you crazy?"
"You're still on the US's kill list! Going there is just suicide!"
"Yeah, and your legs..."
Zhao Gang was so anxious that he stood up:
"Old Lin, calm down!"
Relations between the two countries are extremely tense right now. If you go there with your current identity, it will only add fuel to the fire!
"The season might have to start early!"
Lin Jianguo remained expressionless in the face of everyone's attempts to dissuade him.
He simply looked down at his prosthetic leg.
Back then, he lost a leg and fled back in a sorry state.
This is a thorn in his side.
A thorn that has been stuck for twenty years.
"Adding fuel to the fire?"
Lin Jianguo sneered, raised his head, and surveyed the entire room. "Isn't the fire big enough already?"
"That kid Lin Fan has really stirred up a fire."
"and……"
He paused, his gaze falling on the city shrouded in green fungus on the screen, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes.
"It's time to settle some old scores."
"Twenty years ago, I left my legs there."
"My son caused a huge scene there today."
"As the father, I can't just stand there and watch, can I?"
At this point, Lin Jianguo looked at the old man in the main seat, his eyes firm and unwavering.
"Sir, get me an airplane."
"I'm going to talk to someone about what's bothering me!"
"By the way..."
A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips; his expression was exactly the same as Lin Fan's on screen.
"Send some 'local specialties' to our old friends in the United States."
The old man in the main seat looked at Lin Jianguo and remained silent for a long time.
Finally, he sighed, but a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.
"Given your current status, you definitely can't get through official channels."
"but……"
The old man tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
"We have a batch of medical supplies that we need to urgently provide to neighboring countries. If the flight route is slightly off-center... that's not impossible."
"But, Lao Lin, you have to promise me one thing."
Lin Jianguo straightened his back: "Please speak."
"Don't die there."
The old man gave him a deep look.
"Also, if possible... let's bring Lin Fan back too."
Lin Jianguo grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.
"Mission accomplished!"
……
at the same time.
The United States, the Pentagon.
Minister Smith was yelling into the phone, spitting all over the table.
"What? Unable to lock on?!"
"That monster is inside the Umbrella building! You're telling me you can't lock onto it?!"
"Where are the satellites? Where are the drones? Are they all blind?!"
The technician's trembling voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Minister...it's not that we don't want to lock it down, it's just...the interference there is too strong!"
The spore concentration around that building was so high that it created some kind of biomagnetic field; our radar just produced a blizzard of static!
"Useless! They're all useless!"
Smith slammed the phone down.
He was breathing heavily, feeling like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
Just then.
An intelligence officer rushed in in a panic, forgetting to even knock on the door.
"Minister! Something terrible has happened!"
"What is it now?!"
Smith now feels like killing someone whenever he hears the words "something's wrong".
"There's movement from China... China is making its move!"
The intelligence officer produced a document.
"According to reports from our personnel remaining in China, Lin Jianguo secretly boarded a plane carrying supplies from a neighboring country."
And their route will pass right by our west coast!
Smith frowned. "Who?"
"Lin... Lin Jianguo."
boom!
Upon hearing this name...
Smith felt a buzzing in his head, his whole body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.
That nightmare from twenty years ago?
no……
What's going on here? Why does he still want to join in the fun?
Back when Lin Jianguo was wielding great power in the US, he was merely a minor official in a government department...
And now,
So many years have passed, and he has become a minister.
But even so,
Even now, recalling the horrific scene from that time still sends chills down my spine...
"Damn it, what are they trying to do?"
"Should we start a war?"