Godlike: Copy Master

Page 224

So quickly they turned the cities of Japan into a paradise.

Fortunately, there was some good news that finally put their minds at ease.

"When Morgana performed her demonic reincarnation, she transferred all the people from the Xia Kingdom in the Japanese Empire to our coastal city."

Although arranging these people is somewhat troublesome.

But at least no one died in the Xia Kingdom, which is good news.

Moreover, judging from Morgana's attitude, she probably doesn't want a direct conflict with the Super Soldier Squad. "Lianfeng said.

"Sigh, these are troubled times," Dukao sighed, feeling a bit of a headache.

He just couldn't understand why there were so many things going on on such a small planet as Earth.

First came the gluttonous beasts, then the angels, the blazing sun, Deathsong Academy, and then the demons.

Damn, all the major powers in the universe are sending people to Earth.

Even Morgana, the main god, has appeared on Earth.

This has made him very anxious lately, and he's even lost a lot of hair.

"Although Morgana may be somewhat wary of the Super Soldier Corps..."

However, her unpredictable temper and her penchant for spreading decadent freedom...

Wherever they go, there is slaughter and death; we must be on guard.

Moreover, she appeared on Earth openly.

The Angel Queen Keisha will likely be coming after us soon.

"Let the Super Soldier Company train more," Dukao concluded.

.....

Evening, in the cafeteria

At this moment, Liu Chuang finished getting his food, walked over with his plate, and plopped down on the floor.

"Hey, have you heard?"

The Prime Minister of Japan was kidnapped by terrorists yesterday!

"What? No way? The Prime Minister has been kidnapped?"

Ge Xiaolun looked surprised.

It should be noted that the safety of the prime minister is of paramount importance, and it is astonishing that the prime minister of a country could be kidnapped.

Zhao Xin scoffed and said, "If the prime minister can be shot dead in the street, being kidnapped is nothing."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately thought of the legendary number one Graves player in the Japanese server.

Indeed, with prime ministers being shot in the street, hostage situations don't seem like such a big deal anymore.

Xu Yi, sitting on the other side, didn't react much either, because this was something he had discussed with Morgana beforehand.

He did this indirectly, so there's nothing surprising about it.

“Being kidnapped is nothing; the key is the person who kidnapped him, who is said to have purplish-red skin,” Liu Chuang continued.

"What, purplish-red skin? How come it looks so much like the demon from before?"

"It might have been done by the devil," Cheng Yaowen said.

This makes sense; after all, the Prime Minister's security is very tight, but when super soldiers come on stage, things are completely different.

"Could it be a rumor?" Zhao Xin asked.

"Who knows? Anyway, they've been kidnapped!"

Moreover, I heard that the ransom is $10 billion, and if it's less than a penny, they'll drive a nail into his ass!

The Japanese government has not yet come forward to refute the rumors!

"Many Japanese people are voluntarily donating money there!" Liu Chuang continued.

Everyone was somewhat bewildered and confused.

Good heavens, if this demon is already a superhuman civilization, why is he kidnapping the prime minister?

They're even demanding a ransom. What use is money to them?

If you want money, wouldn't it be more straightforward to just rob a bank?

Xu Yi had Liang Bing humiliate the Japanese high-ranking officials, but he never expected Liang Bing to cause such a big stir.

However, he was still quite satisfied with it.

Xu Yi looked at everyone and said, "How about we donate some too?"

Everyone looked at Xu Yi in even greater confusion, wondering if he had gone mad.

Given the numerous crimes committed by Japan against China, why would Xu Yi propose donating supplies?

Zhao Xin said, "No way, Brother Yi, that's the Prime Minister of Japan!"

Xu Yi: "So what if he's the Prime Minister of Japan? I'm going to donate a box of nails!"

"hiss!"

"Good grief, then let's donate a hammer!"

Chapter Seventeen: Theme Song of Super God Academy, After the War!

Earth, China, Juxia (Great Gorge)

It has been a full month since the new members of the Super Soldier Company joined.

That evening, the Super Soldier Company held another gathering in the classroom.

The wind blew through the treetops that year, and the fallen leaves drifted away, asleep.

Your smile that year was beautiful, the corners of your mouth slightly upturned.

humming that lullaby softly, dreams sparkled in my eyes.

As I recalled the melody becoming more familiar, it gradually faded away.

"Back to the old days, I thought of you until dawn..."

Xu Yi arrived at the classroom where the Super Soldier Company often held military theory classes.

Just as he was about to open the classroom door, a melodious song drifted out from under the door, instantly invigorating him.

The singing was very gentle, delicate, and soft, and most importantly, very pure!

It's like a nostalgic recollection of one's lost eighteen-year-old youth, filled with endless longing.

At the same time, they also have aspirations for the future.

As he carefully pondered this, Xu Yi had already made a judgment in his mind:

"A girl who can sing so beautifully must be pretty!"

After thinking it over, he gently pushed open the door and slowly walked in.

The classroom was quiet, with not a single sound escaping.

Everyone was captivated by the beautiful singing, their eyes filled with rapture, clearly enjoying themselves.

Xu Yi entered very quietly, almost imperceptibly.

However, as the iron gate moved, it inevitably made an unpleasant creaking sound, which sounded particularly jarring amidst the singing.

That's why everyone glared at Xu Yi.

It was clearly a rebuke for ruining such a pure, gentle, and beautiful singing voice.

However, Xu Yi is no ordinary person; his shamelessness is beyond compare.

He walked into the classroom with a normal expression, found a seat near the front, and quickly settled into the role of "listener," immersing himself in the ocean of music and songs.

Ahead, the lights were dim, and curtains obscured the view.

Only a single white fluorescent light shone on the girl, Rose, who was holding a guitar and singing.

At this moment, Rose is the main character, sitting in the center of the stage.

With deep emotion, slender fingers gently plucked the strings of the guitar.

Beautiful notes slipped quietly from her hands and entered everyone's ears.

A soft, melancholic voice sings the same song.

Filled with a sense of reminiscence and longing, the music made me feel completely at one with the music, as if I had entered a state of complete absorption.

Rose sang beautifully and pleasantly, and everyone listened attentively and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Amidst the intense training schedule, being able to listen to a piece of music is a rare treat in life.

When the song ended, the rose stopped singing.

But the lingering sound of the guitar still lingered in the small classroom, leaving a lasting and unforgettable impression.

First there was silence, then quiet, and then the whole classroom began to stir with restlessness.