pjbooks Chapter 073 A Generous Gift for Family
Chapter 073 A Generous Gift for Family
"Should we take it back for our family to study?"
Lin Fan looked at the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier that had been broken in two, and stroked his chin as he muttered to himself.
Although the aircraft carrier in front of us is damaged, it is undeniable that it is a nuclear-powered vessel.
Even if it really becomes crippled, the reactor and electromagnetic catapult technology inside—well, forget about the electromagnetic catapult.
Even if these things are soaked in water, just dragging them back would be enough to make those old men in the military industry in China so happy they'd have a stroke.
Just as he was thinking about whether to take the thing back, he looked up and saw Little Wu, uh, that is, the slightly smaller squid.
The creature was using its tentacles to roll up a piece of aircraft carrier deck debris and putting it into its mouth.
"Holy crap! That's special steel! Can you even eat that stuff?"
Lin Fan looked speechless, then his eyes lit up. "I'm giving you a task."
"Goo?" (What's up, boss?)
Little Wu was stunned for a moment, and dozens of tentacles stopped in mid-air.
Lin Fan pointed to the aircraft carrier wreckage on the ground, then pointed to the west:
"Drag this pile of junk to Chinese waters. Remember, stay hidden, don't go on the surface, go close to the seabed."
Little Wu looked at the aircraft carrier wreckage, which was several times larger than itself, and then at its own tentacles, and its face instantly turned sour.
"Chirp..." (Boss, this thing is so heavy, and it doesn't even have any meat on it...)
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Lin Fan glared at him.
"I don't care what method you use, just drag it back to my hometown on the coast and someone will come to collect it. If you dare to slack off, I'll roast you!"
Under duress and enticement, Little Wu could only reluctantly extend all its tentacles.
The tentacles, like steel cables, tightly wrapped around the broken keel of the aircraft carrier, then the body suddenly expanded, spewing out a powerful stream of water.
Rumbling--
The ocean current surged instantly.
The massive steel ruins were forcibly dragged away.
Watching the little squid disappear into the murky seawater like a diligent porter, Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.
This can be considered a "generous gift" that I have given to the country.
After all, it would be impolite to go abroad without bringing back some souvenirs.
"Alright, you idiot."
Lin Fan turned to look at the drooling black crow beside him.
"Take me away, find the nearest land. Remember, don't go back to the previous islands."
The giant squid nodded hurriedly, lifted Lin Fan up with its tentacles as if it were holding an ancestor, and sped off in the opposite direction.
……
Meanwhile, the world above the sea is not peaceful either.
Before the news of the destruction of the US Seventh Fleet could fully take hold, an epic disaster livestream attracted the attention of netizens across the country.
The land of cherry blossoms.
The breakwater here is said to be able to withstand a once-in-a-century tsunami.
But now, in front of that black wall of water that is over a hundred meters high, this dam looks as ridiculous as Lego.
There was absolutely no suspense.
The black seawater swept straight across.
From the aerial view of the drone, the once bustling coastal industrial zone was instantly transformed into a vast expanse of water.
A massive cargo ship was pushed onto the street and crashed into an office building.
The car spun around in the vortex like floating garbage.
The famous landmark, Tsutenkaku Tower, now only has its spire protruding above the water, surrounded by murky eddies and unidentified debris.
The cries of agony were drowned out by the roar of the water.
This scene was transmitted around the world via satellite signal.
Western netizens, upon seeing this, couldn't help but flood the public chat with comments like "God bless you" to protect themselves.
Some people have even started discussing volunteering to help the entire island after the tsunami.
However, compared to those Western saints, the situation on the Chinese internet is a complete 360-degree reversal.
The sound of firecrackers could be heard in every region, every city, and every street.
The barrage of comments on major live streaming platforms was so dense that the screen was almost invisible.
"Holy crap! These special effects are something Hollywood should be learning from on their knees!"
"Don't talk nonsense, upstairs! This is a gift from nature! We suggest applying for World Heritage status!"
"Who was it that just said they wanted to donate? I'm donating ten tons of nuclear wastewater, keep the change!"
"The guy before you was too narrow-minded. I'll donate a song called 'Good Days,' the kind that plays on repeat!"
"This isn't a tsunami, it's clearly a cleansing for their own misfortunes! Look how black the water is, it's definitely poison they dumped themselves!"
That's why, on this land of China, no one has any goodwill towards that ethnic group.
Let alone sympathy.
After all, the scars of history are there, and in recent years, Japan has been discharging nuclear wastewater and acting as a lackey of the United States, which has long since ruined its public image.
Upon seeing this scene, the first reaction of the vast majority of Chinese people was not sadness, but rather—relief!
Some netizens with vivid imaginations even started to create funny videos:
"Do you think that guy is a mythical beast in our country? Is he there to clean up trash?"
"Possibly! I suggest checking the family tree; they might be descendants of a Qilin!"
……
While the people of the whole country were celebrating, in the capital city, inside the highest command conference room...
It was also filled with an indescribable joy.
Of course, those present held positions of power and could openly express their joy.
However, there was one exception among this group...
"Hahaha! Great! This is really wild!"
Lin Jianguo clapped and cheered as he watched the images transmitted back from the satellite, looking at the crowd with a smug expression.
"Look at these waves! How powerful! Louder than when I used to fire cannons!"
"Serves them right! This is what they call 'the wicked get their just desserts'! Those bastards were always plotting to harm others, and now look what happened—their house has been ransacked!"
General Zhang, sitting next to him, had a dark expression on his face and pressed his throbbing temples.
"Lin Jianguo, this is a meeting. Can't you be a little more mindful of your personal influence?"
"Pay attention to what?!"
Lin Jianguo's eyes widened.
"I, Lin Jianguo, have shed blood for the country, and I have also donated my leg."
I'm happy, so what's wrong with saying a few words?
Besides, there's no one else in this house!
"You lot, I didn't say anything when my son went missing..."
The air in the conference room seemed to freeze slightly at the mention of Lin Fan.
Although it had been confirmed before that Godzilla was Lin Fan in disguise, it is now true that he has disappeared.
Of course, those who also knew about Lin Fan's dual talents didn't believe the little guy would die.
Who knows, they might already be on their way back to China!
Seeing that no one spoke, Lin Jianguo's eyes darted around, and he chuckled:
"Everyone, how about we discuss something?"
"Look, my son single-handedly wiped out the enemy; shouldn't we consider him to have performed a meritorious service?"
General Zhang was completely bewildered upon hearing this.
"Old Lin, I don't know if your son's actions count as meritorious service, but I do know that if this gets out, we'll be declaring war on the whole world."
"What's there to be afraid of!"
Lin Jianguo waved his hand, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens.
"That was done by a monster, what does it have to do with my son? My son is just an ordinary international student, on vacation! Right?"
Everyone: "..."
What a weird ordinary international student.
Which international student could blow Tokyo into a crater and use Mount Fuji as a bathtub?
"No!"
Lin Jianguo became more and more excited as he thought about it, and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"I need to call my hometown and ask the clan elder to open the family genealogy. What this kid did this time was truly inspiring! He deserves his own page! From now on, he'll be the ancestor on that page!"
"I've already thought of a name: 'National Guardian Beast'... no, I mean 'Dragon King of the East Sea'?"
Seeing Lin Jianguo having a good time, the generals in the room looked at each other and could only smile helplessly.
This father and son are truly cut from the same cloth.
They're all lunatics.
But I must say...
That's fucking awesome!
These two, father and son, are both world-destroying level!
……
Night falls.
The sea breeze carried a salty, fishy smell, along with a faint hint of kimchi.
On an unnamed, rocky beach.
"Splash—"
Water splashed everywhere.
A dark figure was thrown from the sea and crashed heavily onto the beach.
"Holy crap!"
Lin Fan rubbed his backside as he got up and cursed at the sea:
"Couldn't you be a little gentler? Is this how you treat the boss?"
On the sea surface, two enormous tentacles waved once, as if saying goodbye or showing disdain, before quickly sinking into the water and disappearing.
This guy doesn't seem to like the taste of the seawater here either.
"They run fast, though."
Lin Fan muttered to himself, taking in his surroundings by the moonlight.
This is a desolate coastline with a few dim streetlights in the distance, giving it a lifeless appearance.
A faint stench of decay filled the air. Unlike the radiation smell I had smelled in Tokyo, this smell was more like... rotten meat.
"Where am I?"
Lin Fan patted the sand off his body.
Since it's not the land of cherry blossoms, it must be one of our neighboring countries.
He walked toward the light.
I had only taken a couple of steps when I kicked an aluminum can.
I looked down.
It has several distorted square characters printed on it.
Although Lin Fan didn't understand foreign languages, he had seen these words countless times in Korean dramas.
"Is this... Korean writing?"
Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, then realized, "Holy crap, that idiot sent me to South Korea?"
He scratched his head.
Well, since we're already here, let's find a place to eat first.
I don't know if the barbecue here is authentic.
Just then, several figures suddenly appeared, swaying and staggering, through the fog ahead.
Those people walked in a strange way, limping, as if they were drunk or paralyzed.
"Hey! Fellow villager!"
Lin Fan waved enthusiastically and shouted in his broken, fragmented English.
I heard a sound.
The figures suddenly stopped in their tracks.
then.
They slowly turned around.
Under the dim light of the streetlights, Lin Fan finally saw the faces of these "fellow villagers".
His face was deathly pale, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"roar--"
Upon seeing him, the group of "fellow villagers" let out a roar that was not human, and then, as if they had seen the freshest kimchi, they pounced on him like madmen.
Lin Fan's smile froze instantly.
He blinked, watching the few menacing creatures charging towards him.
There was a two-second silence.
"Holy crap?"
"Did they wander onto the wrong set?"
Without saying a word, Lin Fan turned and ran.
"I just want to eat some barbecue, do you want to eat me?"
"Is there no law anymore?!"
"Stop chasing me! I'm not from around here either! I have an accent!"
As he ran, Lin Fan mentally ranted and complained.
What kind of luck is this?
This happened right after I got ashore...
Wait, something's not right. What happened to South Korea?
Also, I have skins, what the hell am I supposed to do with leveling up?