Doomsday: I'm in Kimchi Country, Professional Necromancer

"The points system can be a bit of a hassle."

Implementing a points system, many people are not even qualified to enter the base.

The chances of such people wanting to survive the apocalypse are almost zero.

"But the inner and outer cities can be distinguished."

Han Mu rubbed his chin.

The inner city provides basic survival supplies, and the outer city supplies halve.

To survive, you need to work harder.

The outer city broke its head and wanted to join the inner city.

The survivor citizens of the inner city will have a sense of psychological superiority when facing the refugees of the outer city.

This is called class antagonism.

People in the inner city who want to maintain their superior status will suppress the outer city.

People in the outer city want to live better, and they want to break into the inner city.

When they tried their best to enter the inner city.

Would it be possible to make them treat people in the outer city on an equal footing?

Desperate to enter the inner city.

Just for freedom and equality with refugees in the outer city?

Even if the people at the bottom want to resist, how can they resist the inner city civilians who represent the elite class and have the best equipment and materials.

The truth lies in force.

You can't change the world, you can only join it.

The two classes fought each other and broke their heads.

But he, the leader, can get out of the way and balance the two sides from a neutral point of view.

"Fake! You despicable Dragon Kingdom, how dare you attack the military base of the Great Lighthouse!"

"The Lighthouse Federation will not forgive you!"

"We want to condemn the dragon country, you will bring war to your country!

"The soldiers of the lighthouse country will let you see the strength of the first powerful country!"

"You will definitely regret it!"

A group of disarmed lighthouse soldiers outside the base glared at Han Mu.

There is no self-consciousness of the defeated, and there is shouting.

"Damn yellow-skinned monkey!"

"***youmother!"

Han Mu's eyes glanced lightly.

The two soldiers of the lighthouse country who shouted the most fiercely exploded into a blood fog in an instant.

The remaining lighthouse soldiers were shocked by the scene in front of them.

But what followed was even more arrogant scolding.

"They've always been so arrogant"

Han Mu turned to look at Jin Zhiyan next to him, and asked lightly.

"This is the character of the Lighthouse Nation!"

Jin Zhiyan looked helpless, these lighthouse soldiers have always been rampant in the cold country.

Even those high-level officials of the government can only laugh with them and provide them with various privileges.

Even a red light district was specially set up to facilitate the lighthouse soldiers to solve their daily needs.

chaebol, lighthouse, government, civilian

These are the four power classes recognized by the Cold Kingdom.

No matter how unhappy ordinary civilians are, they can only endure it.

Some people are not ashamed of it, but proud of it.

It is only natural to think that the Lighthouse soldiers are doing better than them.

Those cold country women who have served the lighthouse soldiers will have their worth skyrocketing.

"That's it!"

Han Mu nodded and looked at the group of lighthouse soldiers who kept shouting.

Goryeo Bangja offered them as ancestors.

He won't get used to it.

With a wave of his hand, a group of death knights came slowly.

"Three minutes, everyone who doesn't kneel down will be killed."

"Now, kill one in 10 seconds."

Han Mu glanced at his watch.

Among the survivors who died in his hands, there were not 30,000 or 20,000.

He doesn't care how many more kills he has.

The pride of the lighthouse nation?

He really wanted to see how many people would persevere to the end in the face of dignity and life.

"Oh, Shet, how dare you!"

"You are joking,|!"

A group of lighthouse soldiers widened their eyes with disbelief on their faces.

They were so arrogant because they decided that the people of the Dragon Kingdom did not dare to kill them all.

There are still 2,000 of them, how dare this damned Long Kingdom kill them all.

This will definitely lead to international disputes.

"Let's start with him."

Han Mu pointed to the one who spoke first.

Does he dare?

Just a joke, a bunch of beacon guys who want to ride on his neck and be dads.

If you don't kill it, do you keep it for the New Year?

10 seconds is fast.

The last second passed, and the death knight executed Han Mu's order perfectly.

The cold spear pierced the body of the lighthouse soldier.

The blood that hasn't flowed out has been frozen by frost.

"Oh, NO! Shott!"

"I don't want to die!"

Seeing that this Dragon Countryman really wants to kill them all.

The remaining lighthouse soldiers panicked.

How can there be such a cruel Dragon Kingdom in the world.

This is simply a devil.

With a face full of pride and conceit, under the threat of death, he only lasted for 0.01 seconds.

A few faithful lighthouse soldiers kneeled on the ground with their heads in their hands.

"Mud people from the Dragon Kingdom, not Sha Fulu!

"You can't savor!"

Looking at the group of lighthouse soldiers kneeling on the ground, Han Mu glanced at Jin Zhiyan calmly.

"々 See, this is the face of the first powerful country." 1

"As long as you are human, there is no one who is not afraid of death.

Dignity and pride, that's what's left for the dead.

Even a beggar who suddenly becomes a chaebol dares to lift the president's desk.

Because he has the strength and confidence.

But when they realize their background and power, there is no way to protect their lives.

Dignity becomes waste paper.

In a country with a history of less than a hundred years, it is nonsense to say anything about its heritage.

They themselves don't even know what morality means.

Not to mention that he would rather die than give up.

Some things cannot be born without the precipitation and accumulation of history.

With the supreme commander of this military base, he transferred the control authority of the base.

Han Mu suddenly remembered, as if he had forgotten something.

"Who is this chaebol?"

"I thought you had forgotten them all."

Jin Zhiyan rolled her eyes.

This is the chaebol, the dignitaries who really stand at the top (Qian Zhao) in the cold country.

Ordinary people want to see each other is a luxury.

And only this man doesn't take chaebols seriously.

"The chaebol in this base is the tenth Cui clan of the Cold Country.

Han Mu thought about it and felt a little impressed.

If he remembers correctly, this chaebol family mainly operates in the beer, electronics and machinery businesses.

The main business is all kinds of infrastructure machinery.

More than half of the excavators, hanging towers and other large construction equipment in Hanuo are produced by this group.

Therefore, the Cui Group has the reputation of city builders.

Of course, no matter how bright the exterior is, he is still a rotten chaebol in his bones.

And as one of the earliest established chaebol families.

The Cui Group, an old senior, has a bad reputation in the Cold Country.

Of course, this has nothing to do with him.

"Are you interested in visiting with me, I would like to know what makes these chaebols different from ordinary people." Ting.