Zuo Jiangxi kept in mind what these group leaders had said, and immediately organized a speech for the Korean people after the meeting was adjourned.
South Korea also has satellites, so it didn't take long for a huge square to be filled with people, many of whom were wearing uniform work clothes and looked like they had just finished get off work.
"Ahem, hello everyone, I am Zuo Jiangxi, the leader of the Korean nation. Today, I am able to stand here with you all..." Zuo Jiangxi, holding a thick stack of papers, cleared his throat and prepared to speak.
"Heh, why isn't this useless leader stepping down yet?" A voice rang out, but it was quickly drowned out by the noisy crowd.
"I really don't understand what the point of his life is. Does he really think we people are fools?" Someone seemed to agree, and the voices in the square became increasingly uncontrollable.
"If you ask me, we should just plunge headlong into the zombie horde. Before the apocalypse, it was a cutthroat competition, and after the apocalypse, it will be even more cutthroat. Who will treat us like human beings?"
"These people are still inciting others to slander China every day. Go lick your American daddy's stinky feet."
"I'm going to die anyway, I'm going to commit suicide in a bit, anyone want to join me?"
"I'll come too, but I have to curse them a couple of times before I die."
The discussion among the public became increasingly heated, to the point that Zuo Jiangxi, who was in charge of the speech, couldn't get a word in edgewise.
In fact, this speech was a mistake, at least for them.
The oppression suffered by the people of South Korea is even worse than that of slaves. They face humiliation from older colleagues, policies from the corporate leadership, and monopolized resources. They see no future.
South Korea's satellites are not powerful enough to support real-time multi-person chat. Their mobile phones can only be used for basic functions such as communication. Their social circles are limited, and they have no idea how others are doing, so resentment can only accumulate.
This speech brought together the vast majority of survivors in South Korea. They discovered other oppressed people, and thus, the seed of resistance was sown in the conversation. Every large public gathering thereafter helped it sprout.
Some people resisted, and some people fled, but without exception, they all put enormous pressure on the development of the Korean nation and its fight against zombies. Population is the main factor that guarantees productivity.
"Hypocritical scoundrel, die!" Just as Zuo Jiangxi was doing his best to maintain order at the scene, a commotion arose somewhere in the crowd, followed by an angry shout.
A large open space was left in the middle of the crowded crowd, making it difficult to find a place to stand in the already packed square. Moreover, this open space continued to expand, as if the crowd was deliberately avoiding something.
With a loud bang, Zuo Jiangxi looked closely and saw a relatively young man standing in the middle of the open space, who seemed to have just come of age.
He was holding a heavy bolt-action rifle in his hand, and the strange noise he had just heard clearly came from that gun.
Before Zuo Jiangxi could react, the man had already reloaded the gun, the dark muzzle like the eye of death, staring intently at him.
"Bang!" Another shot rang out.
Screams echoed through the crowd as people were constantly knocked down by the moving flow of people.
The scene of blood flowing everywhere that Zuo Jiangxi had imagined did not happen. Instead, a tall, thin man was standing in front of him.
If a psionicist were present, they would have noticed that the man's aura was at the third rank, and he was holding a deformed bullet between two fingers.
The man who fired the shot was not surprised; he continued his actions, only this time he pointed the gun at himself.
The unknown third-tier psionicist was able to react and catch the bullet, so naturally he wouldn't give the man a chance to commit suicide. He directly snatched the rifle from the man's hand and threw it aside.
Just as he was about to grab the man who fired the shot, he saw the man reveal a smug smile.
The third-tier psionicist knew something was wrong and was about to run away when he was engulfed by the flames.
The man was carrying a huge amount of explosives, enough to level half the square. Clearly, he had come with the intention of dying.
As the flames subsided, the man who fired the shot disappeared. He was just an ordinary person, and the only fate of someone in the eye of the explosion was to be reduced to ashes.
The third-tier psionicist also fared poorly. Although he managed to dodge in time, he suffered several burns and blast wounds on his skin, and his hair was also singed.
Such terrorist attacks are not uncommon in South Korea, but since fourth-order zombies have appeared in South Korea, they have become commonplace. This is the third time in the past ten days.
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