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A strange scene took place at Fukushima Port today.

A Toyota Sandstorm with a white and red plaster flag and spray-painted Self-Defense Forces logo opened the way, followed by five vehicles of different shapes, all painted in black and red, with the Chinese five-star flag and the Zhengshin Group logo spray-painted on both sides of the door. Mechanical behemoth.

This scene is very similar to the scene where a donkey cart led three-wheeled motorcycles and trucks into the village during the protracted war decades ago.

Informed insiders know that this is the reason why the Zhengxin Power Branch "rushed to the aid" of Japan to help the Fukushima Nuclear Power Plant contain meltdown and nuclear leakage.

When uninformed people see such a scene, they may exclaim, "Damn, the Chinese devils are coming!"

No matter how weird it was, the entire convoy quickly advanced through the swamp caused by the tsunami under limited time, and arrived at the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Plant in a short time.

At this time, the Fukushima Nuclear Power Plant can no longer be described as a mess.

The previous tsunami attack, subsequent explosions, and several consecutive rescue failures. It has turned this place into a fortification that seems to have been baptized by the flames of war.

The cracked silt is accompanied by a large amount of garbage, as well as the unburned building fragments after the explosion, as well as the large construction equipment that was abandoned by the "Two Hundred Heroes" and parked in a haphazard manner in the nuclear power plant, making the entire site look... It looks disorganized.

But there are still people in this mess.

Those are "volunteers" who were lured back by the Japanese government with good words and promises of huge profits. The volunteer team of 200 people now has less than 50 people left.

In addition to the sharp decrease in numbers, the morale of these people is far from as high as before. One escape has turned these heroes, worshiped by the entire Japanese people, into cowards and cowards that everyone calls out.

The white sandstorm stopped three kilometers outside the radiation boundary. Okamoto Hō used a loudspeaker to loudly introduce the situation inside the nuclear power plant to Masanobu's convoy, and explained that after someone responded, he hid like a **** of plague. The son ran away.

Under a sky that became gloomy due to the influence of radiation clouds, Masanobu's convoy set off after a slight hesitation and arrived at the Fukushima Nuclear Power Plant.

When the volunteers who had been waiting here for a long time saw the rightful owner arriving, they immediately prepared all the supporting equipment as instructed by their superiors and waited for the convoy to be assembled for work.

This can be said to be Fukushima's last chance. So as before, the attention of all Japan and the world is still focused here.

Under the watchful eye of the drones hovering in the sky, the Zhengxin fleet began to reassemble;

The dump truck began to put down the strange-looking excavator.

Two multi-functional firefighting platforms began to stretch their upper parts.

Two ZXLS-1911 also released the hose coiled on the winch.

The volunteers immediately followed the plan and connected the fuel, boron-added seawater pumping system and concrete that had been mixed and ready for use to Zhengxin's equipment.

Seeing this busy but somewhat too simple work preparation process, people who were watching the on-site progress suddenly fell into huge suspicion and disappointment;

"Nani? Is this just fun? Don't tell me, our 10 billion is spent on these things!"

"Is that okay? It looks like these equipment are just simple construction machinery. It doesn't look like they can handle the reactor at all!"

"Hey, it seems that the Fukushima Nuclear Power Plant is completely finished this time. This kind of equipment, in my opinion, serves as a placebo."

"Yes, just five work trucks and two excavation equipment, what role can they play? You know, according to the time given by the experts, there are only three days left!"

Not only the people, but also the experts outside the radiation warning line were confused at this time.

For Fukushima, the Masanobu rescue team is the last tremor to save nuclear leakage and meltdown. Whether it succeeds or not depends on this final decision.

So everyone who has dealt with the Fukushima time, including the person in charge of TEPCO, the expert team from Japan and the International Atomic Energy Agency, as well as the on-site operators of the companies that had failed before, gathered around Fukushima. Outside the radiation warning line.

Seeing the unhurried preparations of Zhengxin's motorcade, these people looked worried or angry.

No matter how you look at it, this fleet appears to be too small in terms of scale, and it does not look like it can solve the current Fukushima crisis.

"Is this... can this be done?"

"Hey, gentlemen, let's think of a way to see if we can find another way to prevent the melt-through,"

"God, this is simply a farce. From 10 billion RMB to 10 billion US dollars, under such a quotation, such a thin lineup was sent. It is really unimaginable. What can make it happen? This Chinese company has such support that it can repeatedly bid high prices."

"I think we can communicate with the superiors and don't need this righteous belief. This is a waste of time!"

In the midst of the discussion, Komolov looked at Yuan Ce, who was complaining, and said, "This company...is it really the best-developed industrial company in your country?"

"Uh, yes." Yuan Ce nodded.

Komolov nodded expressionlessly, "If I didn't know you very well and know that you never say good things to anyone without conscience. I would definitely think that you were paid. A scam concocted with this company."

"..."

Yuan Ce was speechless.

Tokyo, Prime Minister's Office, Naoto Suga's office.

Naoto Kan, accompanied by a company representative and secretarial think tank, was watching the progress of the scene through live broadcast.

"Gentlemen, do you think... can these Zhengxin equipment..."

Halfway through the question, Naoto Suga couldn't stop asking. Because not only did he see the answer from the expressions of the company representatives, even if everyone now told him that Zhengshin had this strength, based on his own judgment, he couldn't believe that the Fukushima Nuclear Power Plant could be perfectly solved by just relying on these equipments. of crisis.

What a pity, from the time the convoy arrived at the scene to now, he didn't even see a single ground staff member from Zhengxin!

Those **** greedy Chinese people took a tens of billions of dollars contract from the Japanese government, but they didn’t even have the courage or sincerity to get out of the car despite the radiation!

Naofei Suga really can't connect such a rhythm with the best results.

"Hmph! After looking at it, I will say that Zhengxin must be here for hype."

"Look at them, from just now to now, they are just sitting in the car and doing nothing. Do they want to mess around and end it for themselves?!"

"That's fine. In this way, all of Japan... no! The whole world can see clearly how rogue and disgusting this company is!"

Listening to the curses coming from the roots of his teeth from the representatives of the companies around him, Naoto Kan quietly made a gesture to Fei Renren and Zhitanlong.

The latter nodded calmly, turned around and walked out.

Outside the Prime Minister's Office, Long picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, let the media be prepared. As long as the true belief fails, all public opinion will be directed to it immediately!"

At the same time.

Wearing a thick radiation-proof suit, Li Fanyu looked at the large number of display panels in front of him. All the parameters had met the work requirements, and then he looked sideways at Liu Qing beside him.

Under the same radiation-proof helmet that was so thick that it seemed to be worn by astronauts, a muffled order came through the radio: "Come on, let's get to work!"