Chapter 662: A World-Famous Painting! (Bonus Chapter)
At the center of the blast, inside the golden orb, Jiangnan held Mila, unharmed!
However, Mila's little face was a bit pale—this intercontinental missile was no joke to tank!
Jiangnan, on the other hand, looked at his handiwork with excitement!
This thing was awesome—if only he'd known earlier, he would have taken a couple more!
At this moment, whether it was Dragon Abyss or Dandelion, everyone stared at the calm sea in shock.
"When he said he'd flatten Dracula, he really flattened it? From now on, just take Nan Shen's words literally!"
"The island got wiped out? That's a map-wide attack! You're too much of a beast, you know?"
"Riding a missile with a girl... I want to try that too! Looks so thrilling!"
"If you try it, you'll die. Nan Shen's recklessness is something we can't learn!"
Right now, Nightingale looked at Jiangnan and Mila in utter shock.
One Time System, one Space System—these two together... tsk tsk tsk~
Zhong Yingxue and Xia Yao both covered their faces. This time, they kind of understood why people internationally called Little Nan the Jiang Devil...
He wasn't just fierce in the usual way!
From the time Dracula took Mila away, it hadn't even been 12 hours!
And Dracula Island was already blown to pieces!
Gu Xiaowei's face was covered in black dust, and the camera lens had shattered, but her expression was one of sheer excitement.
"I got it! I got the shot of Boss Nan Shen riding the missile!"
Ye Zhenguo, his entire dragon form blackened, looked speechless.
As a tool person, you're more dedicated than me!
He gritted his teeth at Jiangnan.
"If I ever go out causing trouble with you again, I'm not human. Don't make me take all the hits alone, alright?"
"Next time, give opportunities like this to young people like Wang Dalei instead!"
[From Ye Zhenguo's Resentment Value +1001!]
[From...]
Even though Barton was dead, he definitely didn't want to do it this way!
Jiangnan hugged Mila and looked at the sea with a gentle smile. "It's all over now."
Mila smiled sweetly and nodded heavily.
She knew very well that Jiangnan had gone this far just to vent for her.
With Dracula destroyed, Mila felt much better inside...
Just then, one Scallion Zombie after another floated up from the seawater, and there were even quite a few undead still alive!
The missile had vaporized part of them, but there were still some that slipped through the cracks.
Jiangnan turned back and grinned. "Come on over—we still need to cleanse the area a bit!"
The Looting Squad came over and began the final cleanup of the stragglers.
Jiangnan's Void Black Hole worked very well for this.
During the cleanup, Jiangnan noticed that Fang Liu hadn't been vaporized; she was floating on the sea with a ballpoint pen still stuck in her head.
The corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile. He grabbed her, clamped a hand around her neck, and pulled out the pen.
Fang Liu's brain tissue repaired, and her consciousness cleared.
The moment she saw Jiangnan, her eyes filled with terror. Then she looked around and was completely confused.
Where was this?
Wasn't she just on the island?
"Please, let me go! I know I was wrong!"
"Back in the Sahara, I only stole the serum because I wanted to survive! I..."
Jiangnan said coldly, "You wanted to survive? Do you know how many people died because of you? What about the Dragon Abyss warriors who died because you went out to buy cosmetics?"
"You wanted to live, so it doesn't matter what happens to others, right?"
Fang Liu couldn't breathe with Jiangnan's grip. She knew he had already decided to kill her, and begging was useless.
Her face twisted with venom. "Jiangnan, you'll die a horrible death, you ~%?…;#!"
Jiangnan's smile grew even brighter.
"Curse me all you want. I won't kill you."
Fang Liu was stunned. "You... you won't kill me?"
Jiangnan laughed. "Of course! After all, I'm not exactly a devil."
With that, he pulled chains from the Alternate Dimension and bound Fang Liu tightly.
He tied one end of the chain to a huge boulder and stuffed two black pearls into the rock.
Fang Liu panicked. "What are you doing? Didn't you say you wouldn't kill me?"
Jiangnan squinted. "Killing you would be too easy. I wonder how long you can hold out before dying."
Then he threw Fang Liu into the sea.
She was dragged by the boulder to the bottom of the ocean, over a thousand meters deep, in eternal darkness.
She would repeat the cycle of suffocating to death, reviving, and suffocating again.
Until the serum's effect was completely exhausted.
[From Fang Liu's Resentment Value +1000!]
[From Fang Liu...]
The resentment value list kept refreshing. Jiangnan was taken aback.
Mom! I invented another machine!
An automatic resentment value generator!
The moment Fang Liu's resentment value stops refreshing, that's when she's dead.
Meanwhile, thanks to the live broadcast footage from the water pipe, a new wave swept through the international community.
Barton Dracula was dead—a Dao Heaven rank powerhouse had fallen.
This was undoubtedly a shocking world news story, and Ye Zhenguo also gained a lot of fame.
But not because he solo-killed a Dao Heaven, but because of the meme...
In less than 12 hours after the Jingdu Xiyang Square incident, Dracula was destroyed, the island gone.
Once again, everyone witnessed the iron fist of Huaxia.
Do whatever you want elsewhere, but don't cause trouble on Huaxia's land, or else Dracula will be your fate.
As soon as this happened, many international organizations and factions backed off, and things quieted down significantly.
However, none of that was as explosive as a certain "world-famous painting."
Saying it was a painting was actually just a screenshot from the live stream.
In the picture, Jiangnan was riding a missile with a girl, both hands giving the middle finger, his expression arrogant.
Blurred with happiness.
The number of reposts on the web skyrocketed, straight to number one on the hot list.
Title:
World-Famous Painting: The Southern Man Riding a Missile
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Below, hundreds of thousands of comments, still growing.
"Goose hahaha! Holy meow, the Southern Man riding a missile—justice executed!"
"Why does our world-famous painting look different from others? Others have a woman holding a jar; we have a man riding a missile? My head's gone from laughing!"
"Decided! I'm painting this for my art exam—Nan Shen bless me!"
"This is exactly the kind of thing the Nuclear Explosion Meng Nan would do—calm down, small scene!"
"Can I get a high-res image? I want it as my avatar!"
On Weibo, countless netizens tagged @Nan Shen.
Jiangnan, who was flying back on Xiao Jiuwo, was scrolling through his phone. When he saw Weibo, his head blanked for a moment.
No way? Xiaowei was that dedicated?
She got that shot?
He grinned, directly stole the image, and posted a Weibo update.
Nan Shen: After-riding experience (๑꒪ͦก꒪ͦ) Hmm... haven't figured it out yet—just felt fast.
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The comments below exploded.
"Could it be slow? Fifteen Mach! Missile Jiang is awesome! p.S: That's not a typo!"
"I'll give this brag 82 points—I just want to ask, are the remaining 18 okay? Doesn't it burn?"
"After the Little Ball Running to the Moon picture, another world-famous painting is born. When's the next one?"
"(ˊO̴̶̷̤̫O̴̶̷̤ˋ) I really want to go on a date with you, drink some milk tea, ride a missile... so romantic!"
At that moment, Qian Benying was lying on the sofa drinking milk and scrolling through her phone.
"Pfft hahaha! Liuhua, look at this guy! Riding a missile? Why didn't I think of that? I want to try riding one too!"
Qian Benying sprayed milk everywhere, laughed so hard her legs kicked, and kept patting Liuhua's shoulder.
(๐˃᷄ꇴ˂᷅)ﾉ (*≖～≖٥)
For the sake of that one billion, I'll forgive you!
Meanwhile, in the Secretary-General's office.
Yang Jian stared blankly at the report that had been delivered. On the satellite map, the Marsha Islands no longer existed.
The other staff members nearby held in their laughter, their faces red from the strain.
Yang Jian's face darkened. So this was the legendary "I'll handle it, you can rest assured"?
Dracula was gone, and the island was gone too?
But it did serve as an extremely powerful deterrent, and Barton was dead too.
This was handled beautifully—maybe even a little too well.
"Go report this. Revise the world map and erase the Marsha Islands..."
If Yang Jian remembered correctly, this was already the second time the map had been changed because of Jiangnan.
Wherever he went, nothing grew—just craters everywhere.
Are you a map editor?
But looking at Jiangnan and Mila, Yang Jian's eyes gradually lit up.
Mu Wan led Dragon Abyss back to base wearing the Small Slippers, eagerly looking forward to the next mission with Jiangnan.
Considering the casualty rate, Jiangnan had achieved almost zero losses—it was a perfect operation.
For Dragon Abyss, the happiest thing was that however many people went out, that many came back.
But things weren't over yet—they still had to repair the wall.
Meanwhile, Ye Zhenguo and Xiao Jiuwo took everyone flying back toward Jingdu.
The whole way, Ye Zhenguo had a black face, looking constipated.
Jiangnan chuckled. "Brother Ye, cheer up! This time you solo-killed Barton—another brilliant stroke to your glorious record!"
Ye Zhenguo glared. "It's a stain! A stain! My head is bald again! And it's going to shine for three days!"
How am I supposed to face the descendants of the Ye family?
Xingxuan girl has been laughing the whole way!
Jiangnan put on a serious expression. "Brother Ye, you must never sell yourself short!"
"This is a clear sign of supreme intelligence! The 'supreme expert' must be referring to Brother Ye!"
Zhong Yingxue and Xia Yao stood frozen. Is that what "supreme expert" means?
Ye Zhenguo's face turned even darker.
Holy meow, supreme expert!
"With that honeyed little mouth of yours, you could make a pile of shit sound like flowers."
Jiangnan said, "Brother Ye! I won't allow you to insult yourself like that!"
Ye Zhenguo: (ꐦಠ益ಠ) Ahhh!
[From Ye Zhenguo's Resentment Value +1001!]
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