Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sudden violent explosions interrupted Shen Fei's thoughts. Then he saw an unexpected figure appear on the many giant screens standing along the streets: Pancho Salas.
To ensure that the entire city could clearly follow the Iron Man Competition from anywhere, Candela had installed numerous large screens throughout Dosoles beforehand.
"Compatriots of Bolivar, I am Pancho Salas."
On the screen, Pancho gripped a Bolivarian flag tightly in his right hand as he delivered his speech in a thunderous voice.
"Not a bad choice of timing. Too bad you picked the wrong place. You'd have been better off doing this at the Resistance Army headquarters than in this city drowned in luxury and excess."
Dosoles was a city of luxury and excess. Talking about Bolivar's future and Bolivar's freedom here was nothing but a joke.
"Old Pancho, well done. This is now a special event for the Iron Man Competition. Everyone can participate, and outstanding performers will receive special rewards afterward."
Before Pancho could finish his speech, Candela appeared on the screen as well. She and Pancho each occupied half the display, as if they were collaborating on some joint broadcast.
With a single sentence, Candela completely destroyed the atmosphere Pancho had painstakingly built, turning his actions into a joke.
What had originally been an operation for Bolivar became a special program Dosoles had prepared to surprise everyone. Compared with Pancho, Candela knew far better how to stir the emotions of this city's people.
"Candela, you will regret this."
Watching his carefully planned operation become a farce with one sentence from Candela, Pancho's eyes filled with fury and a trace of barely perceptible sorrow. He immediately went off the air. Things had reached this point; what came next would depend on the strength of both sides.
"A special