Chapter 1131: Chapter 559: Stop Hesitating If You Want to Be the Boss!

They were happily dancing with joy.

Suddenly, they heard a whistling sound from overhead. When they looked up, they saw a gigantic black shadow flying across the sky, and then the hatch at the bottom opened, “swoosh swoosh swoosh—” as things were thrown down.

The MK-77 incendiary bombs fell too quickly.

By the time Mikhail Van Buren and the others reacted, they saw flames instantly engulfing the surroundings—

The enormous heat swallowed Mikhail Van Buren in an instant. Truly, those close by were gone almost immediately, without even feeling any pain.

The most pitiable were those whose bodies were hit by sparks.

“Ah!! Ah!!!”

Dozens of people on fire flailed wildly and ran out, their screams akin to evil ghosts from the depths of hell, chilling everyone who heard, but who has time for this now?

Dozens of incendiary bombs were dropped down, and the entire neighborhood…

Was instantly covered!

The streets, already chaotic and desolate, turned into a sea of fire.

Vicious flames blazed and black smoke billowed upward, as buildings collapsed under the intense heat, emitting roaring sounds.

People fled in panic in the flames and smoke, cries, and screams intertwining.

Cars lay scatter across the streets, some still spewing black smoke. The entire city seemed to have plunged into an apocalyptic scene.

The dense smoke shot sky-high, blackening the white clouds above.

The whole Karefu Street turned into scorched earth in an instant!

It wasn’t only this place; even the communities to the north and south suffered destructive blows.

Mind you, these few communities housed more than a hundred thousand people…

From the National Palace, Gang Se Lutetians Colonel of the First Road Combat Division stood by the window, watching the flames rising in the distance, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.

Even the Devil Satan found it too cruel.

“Ah! Save me, save me, help me…”

“Mom, Mom, Dad, Dad…”

“Ah ah ah ah!”

Everywhere were the horrific wails. Even the gang members engaged in battle were genuinely scared out of their wits by such a scene.

“I’m not fighting, I’m not fighting, I want to go home, ah, I want to go home!”

A gang member living in the bombarded area threw down his gun and ran towards home in tears and cries. The supervising team saw this and instinctively raised their rifles, but who knew more would run away next second.

Ah…

Yet, with those blocks’ fires not yet dispersed, bombers from the Eastern Theater carried the “Mother of Bombs” over, dropping them on a gang-occupied school, instantly demolishing the school along with the many armed personnel hidden inside.

The entire Port-au-Prince felt like experiencing a 3.1-magnitude earthquake.

In the air linger debris and the scent of scorched buildings, pungent and hard to disperse, seemingly narrating the tragedy of the disaster.

At the Cuban camp, the camp commander looked into the distance, couldn’t help but swallow saliva, spoke to the deputy beside him, “This… this is a massacre.”

“Never have I seen weapons with such power; Mexico’s military industry has advanced again.”

The two exchanged looks.

“Quick, call back home to report.”

Inside Port-au-Prince, quite a few spies from different nations were lurking, even they couldn’t help but tremble upon witnessing the catastrophe.

“Victor… Victor is committing genocide!”

One call after another was made across the ocean.

Half an hour later.

The Pentagon received this news.

Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf looked displeased again, “An unnamed super bomb?!”

“Who can tell me, where did Mexico get these weapons, they’re even using B-1 bombers and F16E fighter jets, are we the U.S. Military or are they the U.S. Military?”

Deputy Defense Minister Calvin Waller looked at the satellite images that came first-hand; it made him feel a tingle on the scalp. The scenes after bombing were filled with charred bodies everywhere; even with wide eyes, one could hardly see a decent corpse in the pictures.

“We’ve investigated for a long time, utterly found no internal evidence of weapon sales to them; it’s as if they appeared out of thin air. Even the military industry we’ve bought said some blueprints were handed over by Victor.”

Norman Schwarzkopf suddenly laughed, “Victor, what university did he graduate from? His diploma is damn not as valuable as a dog from the Thai Royal Family. He can study what? Definitely theft, sue him; we’re going to sue him in the United Nations.”

Calvin Waller didn’t respond.

Sue him?

He could take out the judge together.

“From the analytical data, this kind of super bomb, if dropped on the White House, could instantly flatten us.” He shifted the conversation back to the main topic.

Norman Schwarzkopf seemed to lose all devastation and sat limp on the ground, “Can’t hold them down.”

“Don’t worry, we can mess up the Soviet Union from within and can mess up Mexico from within as well. A mighty empire always collapses from within first.” Calvin Waller reassured him, “Besides, we need to continue shipping weapons to Haiti and send advisors to reorganize the Haitian Gang, as long as Haiti continues to stay chaotic, our goal to distract their focus will be achieved.”

“How many Haitians die doesn’t concern us!”

“Furthermore, we can continue to criticize Mexico in public opinion, this is a massacre.”

“We can unite NATO countries, demand the United Nations to morally handle Mexico and ensure the halting of their military operations in Haiti; dispatch Coalition Peacekeeping Forces there, if Victor continues this bombing policy, he would be against the whole world.”

If we can’t handle you, then we’ll resort to intrigue.

Norman Schwarzkopf immediately stood up, supported by a chair, “I want to call the defense ministers of NATO countries, demand restriction on such large-scale weapons!”

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