"Commander, the missile has been shot down!"
"Report this to the Governor and send an inquiry to Fortress No. 82."
Dongfang Zhenghong hung up the communication, his face dark as he cursed:
"A bunch of parasites! They've eaten Fortress No. 82 clean! Fucking hell!"
Wang Jixuan was a little confused. "What does firing a missile mean?"
Zheng Shiduo swallowed the barbecue after only two chews and quickly explained:
"Fortress No. 82 fired a missile at us. Its impact point happened to be twenty-five kilometers from our ground camp. That's a demonstration—or rather, a warning.
"The people calling the shots behind this are most likely the 13th Institute.
"Then they'll give us an explanation. Eighty percent chance they'll say—oh dear, we accidentally launched it, please don't be nervous.
"Or they might say—oh dear, we were trying to ambush a Special Winged Dragon passing overhead and accidentally missed."
Zheng Shiduo couldn't help rolling his eyes.
Sure enough, less than two minutes later, Dongfang Zhenghong received a report from his subordinates.
A missile site near Fortress No. 82 had been test-firing a new missile model when a temporary technician entered the wrong coordinates. They deeply apologized for the incident.
"See?" Zheng Shiduo spread his hands. "They've already apologized. What else can we say?"
Dongfang Zhenghong silently gnawed on a freshly grilled skewer of Blade Beast meat.
Daoist Wang wanted to remind this middle-aged uncle... eating too much of that really would cause constipation...
Among everyone present, the only person Daoist Wang wasn't worried about having that problem was Zheng Shiduo.
A very niche advantage.
Deep Sea laughed. "Now there'll be a good show. Let's watch our Governor mediate this."
"You don't need to worry," Dongfang Zhenghong said with a dark expression. "The more the enemy opposes us, the more it proves our path