novelslam Chapter 252 He Deserved to Be Struck by Lightning
Chapter 252 He Deserved to Be Struck by Lightning
Qinling Command Center.
In front of the big screen, Li Guoan and the other members of the expert group were collectively speechless.
After a brief silence, a thunderous roar of cheers erupted.
"Hahaha! Well done! This is more like the scene I wanted to see!" Zhang Yunhai slammed his fist on the table, his face flushed with excitement.
Sun Feng pushed up his glasses, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.
"Watanabe's blood pressure is probably soaring to 200 right now. If it happens again, he'll be 90% sure to explode with anger."
Many of the young assistants were laughing so hard they almost cried.
"This kind of 'physical correction'...scientific! So scientific!"
Pan Yu maintained her elegance, with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth.
"I must say, Comrade Xiao Chen is truly a talent."
Li Guoan took a deep breath. Although his face remained serious, he couldn't hide the relaxation and smugness between his brows.
……
Across the ocean, at the Hexagon, in the Presidential Office.
The atmosphere was completely opposite.
The image of Watanabe's distorted face being hit by a tennis racket on the screen was incredibly impactful.
President George's face was ashen, and his fists were clenched.
Minister Holman's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he was about to breathe fire.
"What the hell is going on?!"
George slammed his hand on the table, making the coffee cup jump.
"What are those idiots in Heguo doing?! Is this a coup? Or some fucking assassination?!"
"Your Excellency, all intelligence is currently in a state of high chaos," Ambassador Jensen reported with difficulty.
"We are urgently trying to contact the other side, but their line is constantly busy."
"Busy?! Are they treating global live streaming like a joke?!"
"Tell Watanabe that he had better give me a reasonable explanation! Otherwise, we will reconsider our alliance with the Kingdom!"
George roared, wishing he could get to the scene right away and find out what was going on.
He couldn't understand it.
What if a country's prime minister was slapped in the face with a tennis racket by his own security personnel on the most important occasion?
This is simply the biggest joke on the international political stage!
……
The scene is at the entrance of the public toilet.
The flashbulbs of global media were flashing like madness.
The cheers, curses, and protests from the audience completely disappeared.
Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, wondering if they were hallucinating.
"Listen to me, repeat after me, I'm an idiot." Kuroda Ryuji's tone even carried a hint of compassion, as if he were saying "it's for your own good."
Watanabe's cheeks were swollen, and blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.
He felt angry, ashamed, and terrified, yet his head was buzzing from the immense impact.
His body swayed and he almost fell over.
Finally, several security personnel who had come to their senses rushed forward like madmen and pinned Kuroda Ryuji to the ground.
"Baka! You're a lunatic!"
"Grab him! Arrest him now!"
Kuroda Ryuji was roughly restrained, and the "tennis racket" in his hand fell to the ground.
The six chances had been used up, and no one noticed as it turned into tiny specks of light and vanished completely.
All eyes were on the Prime Minister's face, which was swollen like a pig's head and his expression was extremely distorted.
That expression, a mixture of anger and humiliation, pain and confusion, was worse than if it had eaten shit.
But he was not "controlled".
Watanabe barely managed to stay upright, took the towel handed to him by his subordinate, and roughly wiped the blood off his face.
"Damn it...it really hurts..."
He grimaced and cursed under his breath, his eyes fixed on Kuroda Ryuji, who was being led away, wishing he could grind him to dust.
"Lock him up! Investigate! Investigate thoroughly! Find out exactly what happened to him!"
Watanabe roared, trying to make his voice sound authoritative, but he couldn't hide the trembling.
He forced himself to regain some composure and struggled to stand up straight.
The world's cameras are still focused on him.
He knew that countless eyes were watching him at that moment.
We must not panic, we absolutely must not panic!
"Everyone... be quiet!" Watanabe took a deep breath and shouted with all his might.
"The worship ceremony...continues!"
He looked around, trying to regain his dignity from the shocked, confused, and even slightly mocking gazes.
He then slowly turned around and, surrounded by security personnel, walked into the restroom.
The crowd erupted into noise again, discussing the unexpected scene that had just unfolded.
Some have even boldly speculated that the Prime Minister may have had something happen with the family of that security guard.
Otherwise, how could it be like this?
The Minotaur storyline makes perfect sense.
Everyone thought that this farce was finally coming to an end.
Just as he stepped into the latrine and his figure was about to disappear from sight—
A majestic, awe-inspiring voice, yet carrying an undeniable chill, suddenly echoed from the sky.
The sound didn't come from any audio equipment; it seemed to pierce through the air and soul, exploding in everyone's ears.
It carries an ancient rhythm, like the morning bell and evening drum, clearly reaching the heart of everyone.
"Watanabe!"
It was a slightly awkward, yet powerfully written piece of Japanese.
Immediately afterwards, as if by magic, the entire space seemed to freeze.
The sun, which had been shining brightly in the sky, was now obscured by a thin layer of dark clouds.
Within the dark clouds, faint purple lightning flashed, emitting a low rumble.
An indescribable sense of oppression descended, as if it were a tangible reality.
Outside the sanctuary, the crowd that had just started to make noise quieted down again.
Everyone looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with confusion.
The media reporters were completely at a loss, waving their cameras haphazardly as they tried to capture this sudden and unusual phenomenon.
Watanabe's body suddenly stiffened.
The step he had just taken seemed to be nailed to the ground.
He looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.
That voice—he had never heard it before.
But the oppressive power contained in that voice made him instinctively tremble.
Like ancient gods and immortals descending to earth.
"You will be punished for your sins..."
The voice rang out again, this time clearer and colder.
Purple lightning leaped in the dark clouds, as if adding a prelude to the pronouncement.
Watanabe's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he instinctively looked at the security personnel beside him.
But he found that everyone else was just like him, staring blankly at the sky, their faces filled with an unprecedented fear.
"...Pay the price!"
The last word fell like a resounding bell, shaking heaven and earth.
The next second, a blinding purple light, like a giant sword tearing through the sky, cleaved down directly from the depths of the dark clouds!
It didn't strike the crowd, but landed precisely on the megalithic monument at the entrance to the sanctuary, which is regarded as a "spiritual symbol" by the right wing of the country!
"Boom—!"
A deafening roar, accompanied by a blinding flash of lightning, instantly engulfed the boulder.
Stone fragments flew everywhere, and dust billowed into the sky!
As the light faded and the dust settled, everyone saw it.
The giant stone monument that represented the so-called "Yamato spirit" was shattered into pieces by a bolt of purple lightning that fell from the sky!