Chapter 1232: Chapter 400: When the Nuclear EMP Sweeps the Sky, Only the Thunder of Human Hearts Remains Relentless_3
The battle wrapped up not long after Zaku and Tutu showed up. Those collapsing Soldiers either threw down their weapons and surrendered, or tried to make a last stand in a few houses.
The guerrillas raised their weapons and shouted, looking at these Soldiers who’d been butchering them from above all this time, itching to skin them alive and eat their flesh.
When the guerrillas raised their guns, eyes ferocious, ready to kill all the prisoners, someone grabbed their barrels and yanked the weapons away.
They glared over, only to realize the one who took their guns was a Horizon Mercenary, now standing between the guerrillas and the prisoners.
"Whatever crimes they’ve committed, we’ll deal with it after a public trial. Whatever verdict comes, we follow it. If you want to rebuild a new Cuba, remember this: weapons aren’t for you to kill people however you like. They’re for protection—protecting your family, your friends, and yourselves. Got it?"
The guerrillas backed off awkwardly, but their bloodshot eyes were still locked on the prisoners.
Saying this to them now, they probably couldn’t really take it in. They were only temporarily yielding to the players’ firepower. To actually get them to understand the bigger picture would take a long period of teaching.
As for Connor and his men, under the players’ inescapable net, they still failed to escape and got caught.
found the case they’d brought into the city next to the colonel’s corpse, dragged it in front of Connor Squad, and asked:
"What’s in here?"
Connor didn’t answer. He just slumped to the ground, face ashen like the dead.
Instead it was Lafei who let out a bitter laugh, then roared viciously,
"What else could it be? Of course it’s something that’s gonna kill you all!"
frowned. This tiny thing, and it can kill me?
I wanna see what kind of big deal this thing is.
He pointed his gun at Lafei.
"Open it."
Lafei wasn’t scared. On the contrary, he cooperatively opened the suitcase.
Because besides remote signal activation, a suitcase nuke could also be armed manually. Since they were all going to die anyway, he might as well drag these people and his girlfriend into the grave with him.
But when he opened the suitcase, face full of excitement, ready to hit the detonation controls and arm the nuke, the smile on his face froze.
[10:41:32]
A string of blood-red countdown digits reflected in everyone’s pupils.
Bullet comments shot across 42’s livestream.
[Streamer, streamer, that’s not a timed bomb, right? Haha, you’re dead!]
[Damn, 42, didn’t think you’d stumble into such a jackpot.]
[666, this gig you pulled off is too slick, I’m hitting follow for this.]
Most of them were from players, with only a tiny fraction from European viewers. As for the citizens of Da Haguai, they didn’t even have the right to an account to send bullet comments; they were all borrowing player terminals just to watch the stream.
But 42 didn’t really care. There were still a few minutes left on the countdown—whatever bomb it was, they could chuck it far away.
"Impossible! This is impossible!"
But when Connor saw that countdown, he snapped, lunging forward like a madman and grabbing Lafei, shouting,
"When did you arm it? Are you insane?"
Lafei snapped out of his crash too, and hurriedly said,
"I didn’t! This case has been shut the whole time, no one opened it!"
Judging from the timer, the nuke had been armed over ten minutes ago, shortly after they linked up with the Da Haguai army.
Which meant the Valmy had never intended to send anyone to extract Connor Squad.
Once Connor figured that out, his heart was filled with nothing but despair and hatred for Olson—and in the end, only fear of death.
"What is this?"
asked again.
"What else?"
Connor, dead inside, showed a twisted smile.
"It’s a nuke. You’re gonna die, I’m gonna die too!! Everyone dies!!! No one gets out!!! Hahahahaha!!!"
By the end he was laughing like a madman.
"..."
The players, the guerrillas, even the livestream chat all went dead silent for a moment. The chat was the first to start moving again, drifting up a few lines of bullet comments.
[A nuke? For real? Have the Europeans lost their minds?]
[What? Our nuke? Bullshit, that’s impossible!]
[The hell you on about, they literally caught the prisoners live on stream, and you still wanna deny it?]
[Bullshit! I don’t believe it! Fake! It’s definitely fake!]
Very quickly this news spread by word of mouth through the livestream. The viewer count shot straight up to the top of Voice of the Horizon. In just a few minutes, everybody knew there was a nuke about to go off in Cuba.
Obviously, this wasn’t what the European side wanted to see. They immediately threw all their resources at cutting the signal, only to suddenly realize their network tech was useless here. They couldn’t even throttle the traffic, and could only watch as the news spread wider and wider.
Meanwhile, in Da Haguai, the epicenter of public opinion, the guerrillas and the residents all fell into panic, and even those surrendered prisoners mentally collapsed.
They’d been holding the line here for so long. Fine, you don’t send reinforcements, whatever. But you bring a nuke in instead? One by one they stared at Connor Squad with eyes that looked ready to tear their skin off.
Despair spread across the entire city—but those emotions just couldn’t infect the players.
"A nuke?"
kicked the case, then looked at Tutu.
"Aren’t you a Mechanic? You know how to defuse bombs?"
Tutu frantically shook his head.
"Know my ass, it’s a nuke! You think I’m some kind of god?"
also frowned, looking troubled.
"We die, fine. But what about these civilians? We’ve gotta think of a way to save them."
Tutu said,
"There isn’t enough time to evacuate. If it comes to it, load it in my car, I’ll drive it out of the city and get as far as I can."
The moment he said that, everyone was stunned.
"I’m a good driver, I’ll go."
"Let me do it."
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