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The several Arms Tycoons found themselves in a precarious situation, caught off guard by the sudden public outcry surrounding Tactical Nuclear Weapons. They were baffled, unable to comprehend why everyone believed they possessed such capabilities. Some even went so far as to assert that they not only had these weapons but were also prepared to use them. Wasn’t that utterly ridiculous?
The launch of such weapons required a dual-key authorization from the President of the Great Federation and relevant military leaders. What gave them the right to think they could wield such power?
The Arms Tycoons had no time to entertain such absurd discussions; their immediate priority was to stabilize their own foundations. They hastily instructed their subordinates to counter the narrative, declaring that this was merely slander from the Great Federation, and that they did not possess Tactical Nuclear Weapons at all. It was simply a despicable tactic of public opinion warfare from the Great Federation!
However, despite issuing various statements and spending money like water, they could not quell the rising tide of online discourse. People’s thoughts were quite simple: if they truly did not have Tactical Nuclear Weapons, what gave them the audacity and confidence to defy the Great Federation? Surely, they must have such weapons and were prepared to use them if they dared to confront the Great Federation's other regions.
At that moment, perhaps only those from the Hawk Faction within the Great Federation, who felt unjustly accused, could empathize with the Arms Tycoons; they too felt wronged.
The Arms Tycoons could accept defeat but struggled to come to terms with such an inexplicable one. A single rumor and a well-executed campaign had turned a once-balanced battlefield into a complete loss—who could endure that?
They reached out to other regions, seeking allies in hopes of mounting a counterattack against the Great Federation. Yet, in an instant, they found themselves defeated. The psychological gap was immense, leaving each of them in stunned silence.
Should they continue to resist? It seemed impossible; perhaps it was best to let it go. Once the forces of the Great Federation entered their territory and wreaked havoc, their military-industrial complex would suffer extensive damage, significantly reducing their production capacity.
With already limited strength across a few regions, any substantial loss in military production would render them incapable of standing against the entirety of the Great Federation.
What about fleeing? Where could they possibly run? Even their private jets might be shot down by missiles at such a critical moment—who would dare escape?
In any case, if they fell into the hands of the Great Federation, for the sake of maintaining military production capabilities, wouldn’t they still have to treat them well?
At least they could still maintain some dignity, so the Arms Tycoons had no intention of fleeing. Unbeknownst to them, the source of the rumors they despised to their core, Anthony, was lurking right beneath their feet.
Anthony didn’t check his communicator, and naturally, William wouldn’t either. Both of them were still oblivious to the outrageous changes happening outside. They were cautiously advancing step by step, which was making the audience anxious.
“Please! Please, Brother Anthony, just take a moment to check your phone! You don’t need to take any risks; it’s all sorted out! You’ve won! We’re already in the eleventh episode, and most of the tenth episode was about how the Great Federation turned the tide with public opinion. It’s your turn now; don’t you know?”
“Seriously, can’t you even spare a moment to check? It’s driving me crazy! I wish I could just fly into this world and snatch the phone from William’s pocket and smash it in his face!”
“Well, what’s the rush? He’s on a covert mission; how could he possibly be playing with his phone? That kind of spy drama where a phone ringing in the middle of a mission exposes everything is truly absurd!”
Perhaps this viewer who complained about the phone ringing had a point; perhaps Charles had received news of defeat. In any case, after that Danmaku message, Anthony's tactical communicator crackled to life again with Charles's voice: “Latest intel: we’ve lost on the front lines. You must hold your positions and not let any flies into the building. Our last hope for a turnaround lies with the Tactical Nuclear Weapon.”
Anthony and William exchanged glances filled with surprise; Anthony’s was feigned joy while William’s was genuine excitement. He even silently pumped his fist—had the Great Federation gained an advantage? What incredible news!
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