"You make it sound so simple. They just said they wouldn't accept Chinese students, and then you go and blow the place up right afterward. Everyone will suspect we did it. And if you blow up a school, won't all the students and teachers die too?" Jiang Siming complained.
"Relax, I've thought it all through. Christmas is coming up in the West, so they'll definitely all go home. Even if some stay at school, you can just 'send' them away, Dad. Their school has laboratories. We can make some kind of chemical explosive, and it'll blow up in minutes."
Jiang Siming turned around and mocked her. "You're talking as if you know how to make chemical bombs."
"I do! I really do. I taught myself. Making a bomb is easy."
Jiang Siming was speechless again. He really didn't doubt her. With Zhao Xiaoxiao's ridiculously brilliant mind, if she was interested in chemistry, making a bomb would indeed be easy.
"But there's no way you can make a chemical explosive powerful enough to blow up the entire school."
Zhao Xiaoxiao grinned slyly. "Then I'll leave it to you, Dad. You'll definitely have a way."
Jiang Siming rubbed his forehead. Having a daughter like this was giving him a headache.
Could she be a prophet? How did she know I'd just picked up a thousand tons of TNT explosives a few days ago? Should I just knife her?
He hoped Xiao Luoyu wouldn't be led astray by her.
But what America had done was indeed infuriating. It was clearly aimed at China.
"Fine. Hurry back to school first. We'll take action when Christmas is closer."
Jiang Siming agreed, mainly to placate the child. He absolutely did not also want to blow it up himself. Absolutely not!
"Okay, okay! Then it's a promise,