Selling pineapples live, but you are eyeing my farm tools?

Chapter 150 Objection!

Looking at the speeches of the sand sculpture group friends, Mo Yu felt that they were all troublesome things.

It's better to concentrate on bringing your own goods and unlock the higher levels of the mall.

Confirm the time when the eastward typhoon arrives in Kamata, and set the time.

After saying goodnight to the sand sculpture netizens in the chat group, Mo Yu fell asleep to the sound of rain.

During this period of time, I have been working hard and need a good night's sleep.

It wasn't until the next afternoon that the adjusted alarm clock slowly rang. With his eyes wide open, Mo Yu got up and turned on his phone.

Entered the live broadcast room of Donghai Meteorological Center.

The typhoon has reached the west coast of Kamata, is being broken up by the storm device, and then sent a little bit eastward along the gap in the Northern Rockies.

After exiting the live broadcast room, Mo Yu connected to the external network and climbed up the little blue bird.

Change the location to Kamada, enter Shanhuo, and click Search.

After a few seconds of delay, I found the live broadcast room of the Kamata Fire Protection Association.

At the same time, there were several other people's live broadcast rooms, which were also at the scene of the fire.

Find a live broadcast room and click in.

Under the high-definition lens, the picture freezes one after another, which should be a signal problem.

The large-scale fire made the already poor signal problem worse.

The host of this live broadcast room is a bearded man, and the fire brigade uniform he is wearing, as well as the muscles on his arms, all illustrate his identity.

At this moment, he looks very excited!
The trembling fingers pointed to the dark sky in the distance, which was a series of black clouds.

Dark and full of water vapor.

On the mountain not far behind him, there were wisps of green smoke and open flames.

"Gentlemen! Ladies! Exciting time has come! See what's overhead? It's a cumulonimbus cloud!"

"It's the cumulonimbus clouds that come all the way from the western Pacific Ocean! They bring rain!"

"Will bring enough rain to put out this fire!"

"We! Don't have to endure this fire! The fire will be extinguished soon!"

"Now! Let our rain-seeding team fire at full force! Wait for the rainstorm to come!"

As his exciting words fell, the camera slowly moved to the convoy not far away.

After receiving the signal from here, the convoy slowly unfolded.

A few minutes later, more than a dozen anti-aircraft artillery vehicles with artificial rainfall appeared, pouring firepower into the sky crazily.

The clouds are slowly moving.

When the clouds reached the top of these people.

咵啦——

A bolt of lightning fell, just to knock down a pine tree that survived the disaster.

The camera just captured this scene, and everyone's faces were embarrassed.

The sound of thunder was the signal, followed by torrential rain.

In just an instant, these people were submerged in the mist. The bearded host wanted to show off, but the howling wind made him clearly realize his mistake.

After a while, the signal was cut off.

After exiting this live broadcast room, Mo Yu turned around and entered another live broadcast room.

You can't just look at one place to see the effect, you need to look at more and get more data samples.

The host here is a woman, also wearing fire brigade clothes.

"Gentlemen and ladies! We are here today! It is to protest their persecution of the typhoon!"

"Typhoons! They are the children of the ocean! They are born from the ocean! They grow freely in the ocean!"

"Finally, find a piece of land you like to sleep as you like!"

"This is their whole life!"

"But! The Fire Protection Association of Kamada, in order to put out a little fire, let the people of Longguo force mechanical equipment to work!"

"Then interrupted the free life of the typhoon! Send them from the Pacific Ocean thousands of miles away to Kamata!"

"This is a violation of Typhoon's freedom!"

"and also!"

"Wildfires occur every year in Kamata! It's a natural choice!"

"Forcibly using the typhoon to put out the fire is also interfering with the natural choice!"

"Use artificial rainfall! The catalyst in the artificial rainfall bomb will make the wildfires more violent in the coming year!"

"We want to oppose!"

After the hostess finished shouting, the people in the audience began to echo loudly.

"We must oppose! Oppose the enslavement of mechanical equipment! The soul of the machine is also the soul!"

"Freedom to interfere with typhoons! Oppose to interfere with natural selection! Oppose artificial rainfall!"

"Protect animals! Oppose carnivorism!"

A series of objections sounded, and then more propaganda slogans that had been prepared earlier were taken out by these people.

Holding the banners in their hands, these people made a short adjustment and lined up in a long line towards the convoy in the distance.

When the camera got closer, it was discovered that it was a artificial rainfall convoy.

Unfortunately, there is a car on the opposite side.

And they rely on their legs.

Seeing that something was wrong here, the convoy immediately started to run away. On the way to escape, they did not forget to shoot.

These people can only watch the convoy run farther and farther on the road.

By the time they reacted and wanted to drive, the rainstorm had already arrived.

On the burned land, there are no flowers and trees, only soil.

Soaked by the rain, it became muddy.

A group of people didn't have the passion at the beginning, so they could only trudge through the mud.

Perhaps feeling ashamed, the cameraman turned off the camera and disconnected the live broadcast.

Mo Yu, who hadn't watched enough, quit the live broadcast room, only to find that the live broadcast on Little Blue Bird was turned off.

Unwilling to give up, he went to Tituoke to search again, but he didn't see the live broadcast room, but he saw the videos sent by many people.

Some people knelt down and thanked God for the gift.

Some people clean up the front and back of the house in the rain to prevent water seepage.

Of course, there are still people who are still persistently opposing.

However, more Kama-samas watched the excitement, and they didn't think it was a big deal, and they kept fighting beside them.

"I think you should face the root cause of this incident!"

"It's a dispute between fire and water! You should separate all the water and fire in the world! Only in this way, this situation will not happen!"

"Did you see this piece of beef? This was originally my stored grain! But now the wildfire is gone!"

"I think it's time for a delicious roast beef!"

"You're from the Humane Society! What a coincidence! I'm from the Air Conservation Society!"

"I'm from the Bacteria Protection Association!"

"I'm from the Vegetable Protection Association!"

"I'm from the Plant Protection Association!"

"I'm from the Earth Protection Association!"

In every video, a fairy can be found.

But watching one is fun, and watching too much is aesthetic fatigue.

Just as he was about to go to Little Blue Bird to find the female Bodhisattva, a message popped up on the information bar.

Zhang Yang: Are you there?

Looking at the message that popped up, Mo Yu clicked to download the video without hesitation for half a second, and then forwarded it to the director of the Homeland Defense Bureau.

Want to see his opinion.

Maybe it was too shocking, but Zhang Yang didn't send a new message until 5 minutes later.

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"How do you feel after watching it?"

"Humans are very different!"

"What's the matter with me?"

"Let me tell you that the fifteen Stormstorms are already on their way back. Also, the Kamata Fire Protection Association paid a little money, saying it was for renting the equipment, and it was only [-]."

"Then there are some other things that haven't been dealt with today, I'll talk about them tomorrow when I arrive tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)