Start: Summon a Daji

I have to say that it feels good to be a hero, admired by all people!

But relatively speaking, it will be very troublesome. Qin Feng still prefers to live a small life instead of being exposed in the spotlight.

He lit a cigarette, stepped into the void and came to the hotel.

The outside of the hotel was full of fanatical fans, and he flew in directly through the window.

"Being a celebrity is troublesome."

Qin Feng sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, looking at the system panel, the points are rising at an extremely fast speed, this is the benefit of the media, and the spread is fast!

Like in the past, I just pretended to be a certain person, or some people, but when I appeared in the media, it was equivalent to pretending to be a whole audience.

"Those who can do more work." Ru Meng smiled and made a pot of hot tea for Qin Feng. After Qin Feng rinsed his mouth, he began to think about it.

The crisis in China has been lifted, but other countries are still suffering from the biochemical crisis.

Shouldn't you take the opportunity to give them a hand?

After thinking for a long time, Qin Feng finally decided to take care of this nosy matter, otherwise it seems not good to just walk away like this.

Of course, there must be a price for making a move.

...

United States, War Command.

Mr. No. [-] of the United States, and many high-ranking officials and dignitaries, have been extremely busy these days.

Now more than [-]% of the people in the country have been infected into zombies, and there are at least tens of millions of survivors who are still trapped in various cities and cannot be rescued.

Mr. One is facing a decision, whether to sacrifice these survivors in exchange for the lives of those who have been rescued, or risk sending people to rescue?

But how can this be rescued?Almost every city has become a paradise for zombies, and it is still impossible to use missiles, nuclear bombs and other big killers to carry out indiscriminate attacks.

That would only blow up the survivors and the zombies together.

More importantly, once the nuclear bomb is used, the bombed area will be abandoned, and it will no longer be suitable for human habitation for hundreds of years.

"Mr. Miguel No. [-], please issue an order! Our country is already like this, it is better for a strong man to cut off his wrist, in exchange for us elites to live!"

The assistant burst into tears and presented a joint signature.

The signatures covered almost all members of the Congress, and the vast majority supported the direct use of nuclear weapons to completely wipe out the zombies on the land of the United States.

People are always egoistic, let alone smart Americans.

To sum it up in one sentence, after my death, the flood will be overwhelming!

They are all thinking about the present. Anyway, as long as nuclear weapons are used, at least their surviving people will be safer. As for those trapped in the city, they can only say sorry. May God bless you not to be reincarnated in the United States in the next life.

"I... hey!"

Mr. No. [-] is hesitant, facing such a mess, no matter what he can't escape his infamy, no matter how he chooses, future generations will judge him as a failed gentleman.

After thinking about it for an hour, Mr. One said to his assistant, "Bring me my box."

"Yes!"

The assistant looked happy. He knew that the box that Mr. One was referring to was the box that stored the nuclear weapon switch button. As long as he entered the password, he could unlock the nuclear weapon's use authority.

In the room, Mr. No. [-] was dejected, pinching his few remaining hairs, and said in frustration: "I am also thinking about this country. Now I can only sacrifice some people in exchange for the survival of a few people."

At this time, a ghostly figure appeared in the room, sat opposite him, and joked: "Mr. One, don't you think your decision is too hasty?"

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"who are you?"

Mr. One's eyes froze, and his back was terrified. The guards here were already strict enough, and after the outbreak of the biochemical crisis, the number of guards and various monitoring equipment more than doubled.

In this situation, there was a young man who came in silently, how could he not be afraid?

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to negotiate a deal with you."

Qin Feng spread his hands, indicating that he has no weapons in his hands.

At this time, the door of the office opened!

A dense crowd of special forces stood at the door, with countless pitch-black muzzles pointing at Qin Feng, but Qin Feng was calm and calm, as if what they were holding in their hands were fire sticks.

Mr. One frowned and said, "Who sent you here? What do you mean by transaction?"

"No one sent me, if anything, it's...God!"

Qin Feng made a prayer gesture, and said with a hey smile: "God sent me to save the country of America!"

"Sir, if you keep talking nonsense, you might not be able to get out of this room." Mr. One was very displeased, he didn't hear the answer he wanted, and just listened to the other party's nonsense.

Qin Feng cleared his throat, coughed lightly and said: "Okay then, let's talk about the transaction content! The transaction content is, I will wipe out all the zombies in each city for you, and the survivors will not be harmed. "

"Ha ha!"

Mr. One sneered and made a gesture, and the group of well-trained special forces immediately pulled the trigger.

Those who can come here to perform guardianship missions are all experts, and many of them are selected from the Navy Seals, the elite of the elite.

But at such a short distance, none of these elites shot Qin Feng, only the sound of "ding", "ding" and "ding", and the bullets all fell on the ground.

Mr. One was stunned, what the hell is this?

"Now, can we negotiate?" Qin Feng picked up the Zipo lighter on the table with a cigar in his mouth, and said, "Borrow me a light."

"Whoo~"

After puffing out the smoke ring, Qin Feng looked at Mr. No. [-] with a half-smile, and Mr. No. [-] finally calmed down, and said, "Tell me first, how are you going to save them?"

"It's very simple. If I kill all the zombies by myself, won't they be saved?"

"Are you alone, killing all the zombies?"

Mr. One laughed angrily. He thought that there was a certain country or organization standing behind the other party, but it turned out to be a person.

"Is there a problem?"

Qin Feng asked back, Mr. One sneered and said: "Although I don't know what method you used just now to block the soldiers' bullets, but you must know that zombies can use guns, and the melee combat with teeth and claws is their weapon .

I will give you 1 minute, if you can beat my soldiers to the ground within 1 minute, I will believe your words. "

In 1 minute, solve the elite among dozens of special forces? !

This is already beyond the limits of human beings. It can be said that this is the only way to force Mr. One to believe that Qin Feng has this ability and is qualified to negotiate with him.

"one two Three..."

Mr. One began to count down, and when the count reached three, Qin Feng's eyes showed a fierce light like the devil Satan.

Suddenly, a strong pressure forced all the soldiers to lie down at the same time. They felt uncomfortable, nauseated, and had difficulty breathing.

In an instant, the challenge given by Mr. One was completed without even five seconds.

"My God..." Mr. No. [-] was stunned, and was shocked by Qin Feng's ability again. After Qin Feng withdrew the coercion brought by the magic pupil of destruction, the group of soldiers could stand up again.

After calming down, Mr. One said to the soldiers: "Get out!"

"Mr. One, but..."

"But what? Is this gentleman a threat to me? If he really wants to harm me, can you protect me?"

Facing Mr. One's questioning, the subordinates were speechless.

door, closed.

Only Qin Feng and Mr. No. [-] were left in the room. Qin Feng couldn't help but praised: "Mr. No. [-], you are a smart person."

"Just tell the truth, now, you can say what you want."

"Very good! I think you should be able to see that I am from China." Qin Feng smoked his cigar indifferently, Mr. One nodded and said: "China is a great country!"

"If you have an understanding of the history of China, you should know that in the history of China, there were many vassal states when it was strong and prosperous. My condition is that you become the vassal states of China.

In addition to disclosing the status of the vassal state to the world, 10% of the GDP must be handed over every year, and various technologies are disclosed to China. "

Qin Feng's words exploded in Mr. One's mind like thunder, and he subconsciously shook his head and said, "Impossible! Please go back."

"Mr. One, you may wish to think about it carefully. This loss is nothing to the United States, but it can be exchanged for the lives of tens of millions of people. The most important thing is to keep the land unchanged.

I guess you guys want nukes and level the cities?But in that case, those cities would become ruins. How much would it cost to rebuild them? "

It has to be said that what Qin Feng said is reasonable, and the actual loss of becoming a vassal state of China is not great.

The biggest loss is nothing more than losing the status of the overlord and ceding the title of the world's number one country.

"Your conditions are too harsh, I can't agree." Mr. One had a straight face, but his mind was a little moved, Qin Feng stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder and said: "You should think about it carefully, but as soon as possible, Otherwise, the longer the delay, the more people in your country will die."

Qin Feng left without a trace.

Mr. No. [-] immediately called all the political leaders to discuss the conditions that Qin Feng talked about, and the final result was half and half, half of them were willing to give him a chance to try, and the other half were firmly opposed.

"I think it's not impossible..." Mr. No. [-] spoke slowly, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him to agree to Qin Feng's words.

"Mr. One, think twice!"

"We, the United States, are the number one country in the world. It doesn't matter if there are fewer people. Face is important!"

"Huh? Face, do you want to use tens of millions of people in exchange for face? I think he can try it. If he can really do it, then it makes no difference whether we agree or not."

The congressmen had heated discussions, discussing decisions related to the future destiny of the United States.

Mr. No. [-] frowned and said: "Since the opposition and support are divided equally, according to the rules, it is up to me to think. My decision is-agree! If he really does it, just do what he said."

That's it, it's done!

At the same time, Qin Feng has started to work as a scavenger in the cities of the United States. He knows that the final result will definitely agree. After all, Mr. No. [-] has been implanted with the X virus unknowingly by himself.

It is not to directly occupy his consciousness, which is easy to be seen through and eventually dismissed by the congressman, but to use a subconscious way to make Mr. One feel that it is his own idea, rather than being changed by external forces.

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The area of ​​the United States is about the same as that of China, but the population is much smaller, which greatly reduces Qin Feng's work burden.