I handed over the game to the gaming industry, and the government gave me a hacked version.

Chapter 251 One slap, and he made a laughing stock.

"N-Nani?!"

The security supervisor's hoarse voice echoed in the deathly silent room, bringing this ambush to a close.

He watched helplessly as his dozen or so most elite men, without even a chance to fire, turned into charred corpses emitting blue smoke in an instant.

The instigator simply raised his hand casually.

What is this?

What electromagnetic weapon is he hiding on his person?

Does such a weapon exist?

Has China's technology reached this level?

The faint light filtering through the side door outlined Chen You's calm profile.

The purple arc of electricity at his fingertips slowly dissipated.

For him, he hadn't contributed even a fraction of his effort.

If they really open it up, they might just raze this place to the ground!

"How is it?" Chen You turned his gaze to the three Dragon Scales behind him, his tone as indifferent as if he were asking, "Have you eaten?"

"Did you feel anything?"

Mu Xi frowned, his eyes filled with thought.

After a long pause, he spoke somewhat uncertainly: "Just now... when you activated your spiritual power, I think I caught a glimpse of a trace, but it was too fast, it vanished in an instant."

Lin Miao shook her head decisively, her face filled with a blank expression of "Who am I? Where am I?"

It's too ridiculous.

Where are the spiritual energy circulation, meridian routes, and incantations mentioned in the manual?

How come it became an instant kill when it came to him?

Chen You nodded, indicating his understanding.

Heavenly-level cultivation techniques must be quite difficult for beginners.

Mu Xi's ability to detect even a slight fluctuation in spiritual energy is already quite remarkable.

Liu Ming, standing to the side, had a much more complicated expression.

He glanced at the corpses smoldering on the ground, then at the nonchalant Chen You, his face clearly showing his displeasure.

It was an extremely complex expression, a mix of "Holy crap, awesome!", "Damn it, he tricked me!", and "My debut is ruined!"

"I feel..." Liu Ming hesitated for a long time before finally speaking with a heavy heart, "You should have left two for us."

I finally got to go abroad and carry out such a thrilling mission, but I didn't even get a chance to do anything.

What's the difference between this and going to a shooting range where you're only allowed to smell gunpowder?

Upon hearing this, Chen You couldn't help but smile.

"What's the rush?" He waved his hand. "There will be plenty of opportunities later."

"Proceed according to plan."

He glanced at the security supervisor, who was trembling like a leaf.

"Moyu, take him away. He definitely knows where the secret of the Kingdom of Wa is hidden."

"Especially the dirty business of colluding between high-ranking officials in China and the United States, they dug it all up."

"Liu Ming," Chen You patted him on the shoulder, "the guards outside are all in your hands. Remember, leave no one alive, and keep a low profile."

Liu Ming's eyes lit up instantly, and his previous grievances vanished.

He was bursting with energy, pounding his chest and shouting, "Mission accomplished!"

……

at the same time.

At the entrance of the shrine, a worship ceremony was being held.

Hundreds of media outlets from around the world aimed their cameras and microphones at the makeshift podium, flashing incessantly.

Outside, protest groups who had rushed to the scene held banners and shouted at the top of their lungs.

However, the armed forces maintaining order isolated them, and they could only express their emotions through voice.

None of this could affect the Japanese Prime Minister, Watanabe Suke, who was on the stage.

With a composed and polite smile, he waved to the camera and the crowd, as if he were attending a grand celebration.

Behind him was a security team following closely behind, while the brainwashed Ryuji Kuroda stood closest to him.

"Watanabe! Stop your shameless behavior!"

"Apologize immediately for historical crimes!"

Watanabe ignored him, slowly walked to the microphone, and cleared his throat.

The hustle and bustle of the square miraculously quieted down.

Everyone knew that the real show was about to begin.

Watanabe took a deep breath, a fanatical and smug look on his face.

"Fellow countrymen! Friends!"

"Today, we stand here to commemorate the heroic souls who sacrificed their lives for our country! To defend the inviolable glory of our Yamato people!"

"No external pressure, no unreasonable accusations, can shake our resolve! History will be written by ourselves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the right-wing groups supporting him in the audience erupted in thunderous cheers.

The curses and shouts from the protesters sounded even more furious.

Watanabe was thoroughly enjoying the spotlight. He opened his arms, ready to deliver even more impassioned remarks.

Just then.

Ryuji Kuroda, who was behind him, moved.

Under the watchful eyes of billions of people around the world, the secret service agent whom the prime minister had just rescued silently opened the backpack in his hand.

Then, it slowly pulled out a uniquely shaped... "tennis racket".

At first, no one paid any attention.

Until, without the slightest hint of anger, he slapped Watanabe's head hard on the back of the head.

"Bang!"

A dull thud, clearly transmitted through the microphone, resounded throughout the entire square and across live broadcast channels worldwide.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Everyone is stupid.

The cheers, protests, and curses from the audience abruptly ceased.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, looking incredulously at the absurd and bizarre scene unfolding on stage.

Watanabe's body jolted violently, his impassioned speech interrupted. His head buzzed, and he staggered forward, his gold-rimmed glasses flying off his face.

He was completely stunned.

who am I?

where am I?

Who hit me?

He turned his head stiffly and saw Kuroda Ryuji's expressionless face.

And the tennis racket in his hand, which seemed to have come from nowhere.

An uncontrollable rage surged to the top of his head in an instant.

"Kuroda! What are you doing?!"

Watanabe lowered his voice and growled through clenched teeth.

Ryuji Kuroda's eyes were very calm.

He looked at his prime minister and, in a flat, factual tone, said, word by word:

"Come on, repeat after me, I'm an idiot."

Watanabe Suke: "???"

"Are you crazy?!"

Watanabe was so angry he was trembling all over; he simply couldn't believe his ears.

Ryuji Kuroda looked regretful. "If there's a problem with your thinking, you need to correct it physically."

What's wrong?

Before Watanabe could think further, he saw Kuroda Ryuji raise his tennis racket again.

"live……"

"Bang!"

It was another clear, crisp, and decisive thud.

This time, it landed squarely on Watanabe's face.

The whole world was deathly silent.

Leaders, intelligence analysts, and ordinary citizens from all countries who witnessed this scene via live stream experienced a collective mental breakdown.

What... what's going on here?

coup?

Assassination?

Or is it... a new kind of performance art that's popular in the country, one that they can't understand?

Looking at the prime minister, whose eyes were seeing stars from his pat, Kuroda Ryuji adopted a more persuasive tone.

"Listen to me, repeat after me, I'm an idiot."