The Spell's Range Covers the Entire Territory of China? Hand It Over to the Nation

35: Chapter 35 Another Plot Against LongxiaThere was a second of silence on the other end of the line, and the voice that came through next became incomparably cold: ”Mr. Long, this is reality. The Ark has never been able to hold everyone. Ordinary people can only be fuel, they can only be the price. As long as we elites survive, human civilization can be rebuilt. Carrying those burdens will only make the ship sink faster.”

”Fuel... price...”

Long Yi repeated those two words, and the anger in his eyes could finally no longer be suppressed.

Slap!

He slammed his palm onto the table, shaking the teacups violently. He unleashed a torrent of abuse into the microphone, leaving no trace of his leadership demeanor, only the rough language of a soldier cursing his mother.

”Spit out your mother’s dog-stinking nonsense!”

”Treating the common people as fuel? How could you even think of that! I’m telling you, in your eyes they are burdens, but to us, they are Heaven! They are Earth! They are the root of the nation!”

”Still wanting three provinces to have autonomy? Still wanting to be the superior man here? Are you dreaming or is your brain full of paste?”

”Ross, you listen to me clearly. The land of Dragon Summer only supports the people of Dragon Summer. Every inch of Dragon Summer’s soil is soaked with the blood of our ancestors, and also soaked with the sweat of our people. It is absolutely not a place left for you homeless dogs!”

”Gold? Technology? They are good things. But if they are exchanged for the dignity of the nation, exchanged for the land of the common people, then they are no different from waste paper and scrap iron! Take your gold, take your ’elites,’ and scram back to your bunkers! Just sit in Hell and hug your gold bricks while you wait to die!”

After speaking, Long Yi didn’t give the other party a chance to reply, and his finger swiped directly across the phone screen.

Swish!

The world became quiet.

Long Yi gasped for two deep breaths, then turned to look at Lin Weiguo, who had appeared on the large screen at some unknown time.

”Old Lin! Did you hear that!”

Lin Weiguo looked immensely satisfied: ”I heard you, Chief! Well cursed! If it weren’t for the Atlantic Ocean separating us, I’d want to crawl through the network cable and kick him a couple of times!”

”Pass on my order!” Long Yi’s eyes were like knives, brimming with Killing Intent, ”From now on, the anti-air missiles are on standby twenty-four hours a day, and the radar has to keep its eyes wide open!”

”No matter what plane or submarine it is, if it hasn’t passed identification and dares to approach the border line one step, it doesn’t matter if it’s that Rothschild or whatever damn royalty, no warning, fire directly!”

”Shoot them down! Shoot them all down!”

”Our grain is for our family to eat, not to feed these ungrateful wolves!”

”Yes!!!”

Lin Weiguo roared deafeningly. Having captured the entire Allied Fleet, he was currently full of high spirits. Regarding striking the West, he was more enthusiastic than anyone at this moment.

After hanging up the communication, he calmed his mood for a long time.

Only then did Long Yi pick up his tea again and take a sip to moisten his throat, which he had almost cursed raw.

He looked at Su Yun, feeling slightly embarrassed: ”Sorry to let you see a joke. I’m getting old, and when I encounter such shameless things, I sometimes can’t control my temper.”

Su Yun gave him a thumbs-up: ”Elder Long, that was truly magnificent just now. If that had been broadcast live, our citizens’ support rate would have exploded off the charts.”

This was not flattery.

This kind of backbone in refusing temptation and protecting one’s own people was something Dragon Summer rarely had before.

At least he found it satisfying to listen to!

...At the same time.

Somewhere in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, in an unknown sea area.

A giant submarine, entirely black and twice the size of a Nimitz-class aircraft carrier, was quietly suspended five hundred meters deep in the dark ocean.

It was the ”zeus,” the true Ark built by the Western Deep State over half a century.

Outside, the world was flooded and infested with monsters, but inside this steel behemoth, the luxury was outrageous.

In the massive central banquet hall, Swarovski crystal chandeliers emitted an intoxicating soft warm light. The air was maintained at twenty-two degrees Celsius, carrying a faint lavender aroma. The long dining table was filled with top-tier red wine, caviar, and fresh meat, which was priceless at this moment, all sourced from around the world.

There was no dust here, no roaring of monsters, no hearing the wails of survivors. Only the melodious sound of a violin gently flowing, playing Mozart’s ”Requiem.”

A group of men and women dressed in tailcoats and evening gowns were holding wine glasses and conversing elegantly. Although they knew that the outside nations had fallen and the regimes had collapsed, they still maintained their so-called ”aristocratic decorum.”

At the head seat, an old man with graying hair and sinister eyes slowly put down the satellite phone in his hand.

It was Old Ross.

Several leaders of major financial groups controlling energy, military industry, and medicine immediately gathered around him, some anxious, some expectant.

”How was it? Did Dragon Summer agree?”

”Three provinces is a bit much, actually one province would do, but we need to share their Rule Weapon...”

Old Ross did not answer. He just stared coldly, picked up his red wine glass, and gently swirled it.

”He refused,” Old Ross said faintly. ”Very rude, very barbaric. He’d rather die with those dirt-scratchers than accept the gift of civilization.”

There was a commotion in the banquet hall.

”How is that possible? Are they crazy?”

”How could they refuse such a benefit offered right to their mouths?”

”Damn it, do we really have to hide in this iron can?”

They had also discovered the phenomenon of instances merging with reality globally, making the already doomsday-like Blue Star even more dangerous. It was already impossible for them to rebuild order relying only on themselves, so they had to set their sights on Dragon Summer.

It was a pity that no matter how well they calculated, the other party simply ignored them.

Old Ross raised his hand, suppressing the crowd’s clamor. Instead of the fury of being humiliated, his eyes held a chilling, cold calculation, like a venomous snake in the shadows.

”Since we cannot enter through trade, we will change the method.”

Old Ross put down his wine glass, took out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of his mouth, and turned to look at a middle-aged man in a white lab coat standing in the shadows.

”Doctor, how is the preparation for that plan going?”

The man pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and a crazed smile appeared on his face: ”Mr. Chairman, are you referring to the ’White Horse’ in the ’Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse’ plan?”

”Dragon Summer’s Rule Weapon is indeed formidable,” Old Ross slowly cut into the bloody steak on his plate. ”Missiles cannot penetrate, fighter jets cannot enter, and even the spies and agents we tried to infiltrate have all been captured.”

”It can also heal the citizens and raise the Golden Great Wall to resist all damage. I have to admit, it is very powerful, like holding the authority of God.”

Old Ross put a piece of beef into his mouth and chewed it carefully.

”However, powerful does not mean invincible. The more indestructible a fortress appears, the more easily it overlooks small, invisible loopholes.”

”What if it’s a gust of wind? What if it’s rain carrying invisible dust? What if it’s the cycle of nature?”

The man in the white coat understood immediately. He took out a sealed metal briefcase, placed it on the table, and opened it. As the white mist of liquid nitrogen dissipated, several tubes of faint blue reagent were revealed inside.

”This is an ancient virus sample we extracted from the permafrost layer in the Arctic, combined with extract from the zombie fungus in the ’Biohazard City’ instance.”

The Doctor’s voice carried a perverse excitement, ”We named it ’desolation’. It doesn’t target people, only plants, especially crops. Just one gram can cause rice fields within a hundred miles to wither and rot overnight, turning into poisonous black mud.”

”And this one too,” he picked up a tube of red reagent, ”The ’Blood Algae’ targeting water sources. Its reproduction rate is ten thousand times that of ordinary algae. Just one drop thrown into the water can turn the entire water system into a corpse-dissolving pool that cannot be drunk within three days.”

Old Ross nodded in satisfaction.

”Very good.”

”Since Long Yi said that the land of Dragon Summer only supports the people of Dragon Summer.”

”Then we will make it so this land can no longer grow a single grain of food, and can no longer flow a single drop of clean water.”

”When famine descends, when panic spreads, when the people he cherishes like treasures start killing each other over a steamed bun...”

Old Ross stood up and walked to the porthole, looking out at the dark deep sea.

”That golden wall will naturally collapse from within.”

”By then, we will bring grain and water over,” he turned around, spreading his arms, like a benevolent priest, but the shadow he cast looked exactly like a demon. ”They will kneel down and beg us to enter.”

”Pass the order down, activate ’Apocalypse’. Calculate the next monsoon window, and use atmospheric circulation to deliver this generous gift to the East.”

”Since we cannot buy it, we will destroy it first. Only upon ruins can we rebuild our new world.”