When the director cut to slow motion analysis, Zhang Liang, who had been in a state of tension, finally relaxed and leaned on the computer chair and rubbed his cheeks with both hands.

Is this... really a game?

Such a real scene made Zhang Liang unconsciously immersed in it whenever he opened the game, forgetting everything around him, as if he was really standing on the remote planet, fighting the vicious insect to surround the earth...

"Zhang Shen, tell me? How did you find bugs hidden here?" The commentator suddenly threw the topic to Zhang Liang.

"Uh..." Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment. After a few seconds, he came back to his senses and explained, "The monster AI in the online version of "War of the Insect" is very high. Not only can you cooperate with ambush, but you can also set up bait..."

"For example, this supply box is obviously the bait set by these jumping bugs waiting for me to drill. If the bird's chirping suddenly disappeared, maybe I had been killed..."

While watching the slow motion replay, Zhang Liang explained the habit of jumping insects, how to break through after being ambushed, how to choose the weaknesses of the encirclement, etc....

Before he knew it, two hours had passed. When Zhang Liang finally collected all the supply boxes, the live broadcast came to an end. After saying goodbye to the audience, Zhang Liang sighed and began to pack up his personal belongings with a little fatigue.

It was almost nine o'clock now, and the night outside the window was decorated with colorful neon lights.

After saying goodbye to the editor and director, Zhang Liang stood at the gate of the live broadcast room with his personal belongings on his back, breathing in the cold air and staring at the endless flow of cars.

"Hey, haven't left yet?"

Suddenly, a soft and sweet female voice rang behind Zhang Liang.

"It's you..." Zhang Liang was stunned when he looked at the little demon.

At this time, she had changed back to jeans and down jackets, and there was no trace of makeup on her face. She was less delicate and more pure than she looked in the studio in the afternoon.

"Where are you waiting for the car?" Xiao Yao asked with a smile.

"Well... not." Zhang Liang shook his head, looked back at the bustling city, and suddenly sighed, "Although I have been here for several years, I always feel..."

"What do you think?"

"...I think this city is unfamiliar." Zhang Liang's eyes had something indescribable, very deep but not complicated.

"Ha..." The little demon suddenly laughed, "Why is it suddenly literary?"

"Because I didn't take medicine." Zhang Liang suddenly continued.

"So cute?" The little demon giggled, like a pure girl next door.

"Yes." Zhang Liang was wearing two fingers and compared an extremely embarrassing V-character.

"Little Yaoyao! Come quickly! It's time to be late!"

In the distance, beside the taxi, Xiao Yao's girlfriends were greeting her.

"Let's go, beg." Xiao Yao trotted into the taxi, leaving only a ray of fragrant wind lingering on the tip of Zhang Liang's nose.

A faint teasing sound came from the wind:

"Hey! Do you fall in love with that talented man? The otakus in our office call him Zhang Shen!"

"Ha! How is that possible! You know..." Xiao Yao clarified.

"...Your lover is a great hero, and one day he will come to marry you in the colorful auspicious clouds...are you not afraid that the hero is a monkey?"

"Ah! The wind blows away from the boy's words..."

“…”

"By bye..." Zhang Liang looked at the starry sky and murmured to himself.

...

Jeju, Binhai Villa.

Chen Zheng held the wine glass and leaned half on the lounge chair. He looked at the distant starry sky outside the window and was stunned. His fingertips unconsciously stroked the ring in his hand.

"Hi, what are you thinking?" Former CIA agent Damien came uninvited.

"I miss you." Chen Zheng sighed, put the wine glass on the table next to him, and looked at Damien and asked, "What's the matter?"

"The person has been chosen. Do you want to meet him?" Damien took Chen Zheng's glass and took a sip without hesitation...

"...Cola!?" Damien looked at Chen Zheng in disbelief.

"What do you think?" Chen Zheng said angrily.

"...Welcome a goblet to drink Coke...Tsk tsk..." Damien shook his head, put the wine glass aside, stood up and ran to the wine cabinet next to him to get a bottle of whiskey.

"I'll disappear. You CIA has rich experience in this kind of thing, so you have the final say. I just need to see the result." Chen Zheng said without any worries.

"As long as you have money, anyone is willing to do anything." Damien smiled half proudly and half sarcastically, "What's more, many people remember what happened back then. These people are born to be our supporters."

The "thing happened back then" that Damien referred to refers to the "Jeju Island Massacre" incident that occurred in 1948, which South Korea officially called the "Soviet 3 Incident".

The young people who experienced this incident were at least in their 80s now, and most of them could be considered successful in their careers and full of children and grandchildren.

What these people experience will inevitably cause huge distortions in their outlook on life and values. The Korean government's strong suppression also makes these people accumulate a lot of emotions in their hearts and cannot vent.

If no other forces intervene, then with the death of this generation and their next generation, the dissatisfaction and pain of the past will be gone.

But now, when Damien began to contact these former survivors, some of the old men had indeed let go, but others wanted to see the solution of that matter in their few lifetimes, as long as they could get a reasonable statement.

And when the power of capital intervenes, simple things begin to become complicated... In addition to those real idealists, some people who think they are profitable also participate, hoping to gain some benefits for themselves in the next things.

Damien just used more than $1 million in funds, and a non-profit organization called the "Fourth Three Incident Truth Committee" was quietly established.

The members included the victims of that year, the relatives of the victims, and some "social elites" who were very dissatisfied with that history. The total number of members exceeded more than 200.

Among them, there are only more than 30 core backbones, but there are also some people with very social influence among them. Therefore, the establishment of the "43 Committee" has also caused sporadic reports from some local newspapers in Jeju.

"What are you going to do next?" Chen Zheng looked at the cup that Damien touched next to him and moved his lips. Finally, he picked up the drink bottle at his feet and drank it in small sips.

"Send flyers, preach, and recruit people to the club... and then make a good mess on April 3 next year." Damien narrowed his eyes, "It's better to shed some blood..."

"The settlement fee must be paid enough." Chen Zheng nodded.

"Of course." Damien carried the bottle, "I'm going to sleep."

Chen Zheng waved his hand and ignored him.

As the footsteps gradually faded away, Chen Zheng calmed down again and savored the smell of the carbonated drink carefully.

...

Not many light years away, a blond girl sat on the huge robot, looking at the same starry sky, and savoring the same carbonated drink...but, the drink had long lost its bubbles.
Chapter completed!