Chapter 1228: Chapter 1228: Standing Shoulder to Shoulder with You (Part 2)

“It fell down!”

“Everyone, look quickly. It seems like that bastard Barton!”

…

When the crowd saw the figure falling from mid-air, they surged towards the direction where Barton landed like a tide.

By this time, the soldiers had already received orders from above, knowing that the Northwest had surrendered unconditionally, they didn’t try to stop them anymore.

With a bang.

General Barton crashed into a billboard, flipped once in mid-air, landed on a fabric awning of an open-air café, then bounced off, crashing onto the middle of the road.

He had already suffered internal injuries, and blood was oozing from his nose, mouth, and ears, yet he was still barely breathing.

When the café employees who had been driven out saw him, they screamed and then spat at him from afar.

Following her lead, everyone’s emotions were stirred.

Handkerchiefs, tissues, water bottles, shoes… all sorts of things rained down on General Barton like raindrops, accompanied by people’s spittle and curses.

“Damn bastard!”

“Go to hell!”

“You scoundrel of every vice!”

…

At this moment, the helicopter made a final futile struggle and crashed into an office building.

Fortunately, since everyone had been driven into the street to act as hostages, the office building was devoid of workers, and the helicopter crashed in with a loud bang and then exploded in the din.

On the helicopter, General Barton’s close subordinates, his wife, and two sons were instantly turned into fragments.

People nearby shrank to protect themselves, looking at the exploding aircraft, all wearing expressions of relief.

In the Northwest, General Barton had always acted like a tyrant, and his two sons, relying on their father’s power, wreaked havoc, committing all sorts of evil.

At this time, who would feel any pity for them?

On another street.

General Barton’s last breath was soon drowned in a sea of spit and curses.

Staring with bloodshot eyes, he lay on the street in a twisted posture, soon buried under a pile of various items.

From a distance, one could hardly see him; only a mound of rubbish resembling a small mountain could be seen.

An old man tremblingly sat on a chair not far away, looked at that pile of rubbish, and shook his head gently.

“Truly… garbage!”

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On the City Hall terrace.

Gan Yuan withdrew her gaze from the distant exploded helicopter, “Go over immediately and see if there are any casualties.”

“Yes, Your Highness, the Princess.”

The leader of the Rose Thorn answered and quickly took a few people down to check the situation.

Of course, they would have known what to do without her instruction.

Besides checking for casualties, they also needed to see whether those wretched ones had all perished.

“Gan!” Abel came trotting from afar, handing the microphone he found over to her, “The sound system is all set up.”

Gan Yuan nodded and brought the microphone to her mouth.

“To all the people of the Northwest, now, I solemnly have an announcement to make to everyone.”

Her voice was transmitted through the microphone to the loudspeakers in the square, ringing in everyone’s ears.

Upon hearing her voice, those impatiently waiting for news turned their faces towards the main building, noticed her figure on the terrace, and eagerly turned their faces.

The journalists who had rushed over upon hearing the news had long opened their cameras in anticipation, beginning to shoot, linking up for live broadcasts…

In everyone’s anxious wait, news from the Northwest finally reappeared in everyone’s sight once again.