The weather that had been a torrential downpour now turned directly into a chilling thunderstorm. Lightning came crashing down in torrents, but... Jiu Ming looked at the several iron rods planted beside him and figured, Just lightning. No matter how much comes, it won't do a thing!
With that thought in mind, he drove another steel bar into the open ground some distance away. The falling lightning was immediately drawn away by the iron rods, having no effect on Jiu Ming at all... The only thing that did anything was probably the water on the ground...
Then... the wind died, the clouds scattered, and the thunderstorm passed. Jiu Ming's feat was spread by last night's survivors from one to a hundred, then from a hundred to ten thousand. Still, it was nothing much. After all, only a few people had witnessed it. Who would believe them if they told others?
Yet people actually did believe it! Plenty of them did, and the videos went viral like wildfire! Then Jiu Ming discovered that he was wanted!
Holy shit, how had things developed into this? Hey, hey. What happened to everything in between? What the hell was with jumping straight to this?
Fine, they didn't give him some hero's title—but wanted?! Screw you!
In broad daylight, Jiu Ming had barely taken two bites of a bun when the half-eaten bun in his hand turned to crumbs, shattered by a bullet...
In any case, the dream did not collapse because of this. Congratulations, congratulations. As for how things developed afterward, there was no need to mention it. Mm, police cars chasing him were one thing, and snipers lying in wait at all times were another... But tanks clearing the way and fighter jets locking onto him was a little excessive, wasn't it? Was