What truly frustrated him, however, was that he had no idea where the enemy's next target would be. It was as if they had an endless supply of Dynamite Rock, detonating one after another. At this rate, it would sooner or later reach densely populated areas.
Amid the force of the rebounding Dynamite Rock, most of the attackers were crushed to pieces by the returning shockwaves. Some survivors were remarkably stubborn, refusing to say a word no matter how Ronglin interrogated them. With time running short, he could only kill them all.
"Those bastards." Ronglin cursed. "How much Dynamite Rock do they have left?"
Yet while Ronglin was cursing, someone within the reef clusters of a deep-sea trench was also flying into a rage.
"How is this possible?!" Bony-Sen roared as he overturned the table, smashing a leather chair into pieces. "That was Dynamite Rock! Dynamite Rock! Dynamite Rock with terrifying destructive power! Why couldn't it even blow apart some tiny town?"
The reports sent back by those he had dispatched stated that every attacker had died. Furthermore, judging from the results of the ambush, range limitations made it impossible to cover densely populated towns. All the Dynamite Rock launched into the wilderness had been blasted back by the explosions they caused.
It was impossible for no one to have died, but after throwing seven or eight pieces of Dynamite Rock, they had only killed a handful of people. The messenger did not even dare report that, fearing Bony-Sen's fury would grow even worse.
"I heard there's still one piece of Dynamite Rock that hasn't exploded," the CP0 agent reported. "It's possible that Ronglin arrived before it could be detonated and suppressed it, preventing it from exploding successfully."
Bang!
Bony-Sen wanted to smash something, but everything around him had already