Chaos Erupts

The wind of May blew into Bulgaria, brimming with smiles and radiant flowers. It knocked on the slumbering sky with hands of hope, blowing away the rot, sweeping away the stench of decay, and bringing clarity.

Time flies; in the blink of an eye, four months have passed. Time is the best medicine. The pain brought by the Bloody Christmas Eve has slowly faded from people's lives as time moved on.

Bulgaria began to gradually return to its former peace, and Sofia had long since lifted martial law. With the arrest of a large number of opposition members, the local areas also became calm, and the government began to relax its supervision of the populace.

On May 4, 1889, a "boom" shattered the usual tranquility of Sofia.

The long-silent opposition party launched a massive counterattack against the government.

This time, unlike in the past, the mastermind was the radical Vasil Radoslavov. The opposition party recruited dozens of volunteers—the strongest force they could muster at the moment!

Vasil chose to avoid the strong and strike the weak, locking his target onto the families of government officials. Stambolov was targeted once again; as Prime Minister, his family was naturally given special attention.

Eidelberg Elementary School is located in the southeast of Sofia and is one of the best elementary schools in Bulgaria. Will, the eldest son of Stambolov, was studying there.

At noon, while Eidelberg Elementary School was on its lunch break, two strangers suddenly knocked down the guard and broke into the campus. Their bodies were strapped with explosives, and they headed straight for Will's classroom before detonating the bombs.

More than ten people were killed on the spot, and over thirty were injured. Will was among the wounded; it is hard to say whether he was lucky or cursed.

People who rushed to the scene upon hearing the noise immediately began rescue efforts. Perhaps knowing Will's identity, the school doctor pulled out all the stops to save his life.

However, he was struck in both legs by shrapnel, and to prevent infection, he was forced to undergo an amputation. For a child of about ten years old, this was too cruel.

Stambolov, who rushed over upon hearing the news, felt his head "buzz" when he saw Will's tragic state. A heart of fury burned within his chest, and he wished he could tear the perpetrators into ten thousand pieces immediately!

At almost the same time, other high-ranking government officials received the tragic news. For example, the wife of Interior Minister Jonas was out shopping when she was suddenly hit by a bomb attack and died on the spot.

A debt of blood must be paid in blood; this was their unanimous thought.

The police in Sofia were mobilized once again. They were now terrified, fearing that they might provoke their superiors and lose their jobs.

By evening, an emergency cabinet meeting was convened. Several men walked into the conference room with gloomy faces, and roars could be heard from outside from time to time.

Stambolov's voice rose from low to high, gradually turning into a roar. His face flushed red and then turned blue, his neck swelled as if it were about to explode, his head was covered in beads of sweat, and his fists hammered the podium with a "clattering" sound.

He had been driven mad with rage, yet the other four were no better off. After a round of mutual complaints, their anger grew even more intense.

Stambolov roared, "The police are all a bunch of bucket-heads! To think they let these terrorists sneak into Sofia—I will strip them of their ranks..."

Sowell said with a livid face, "Right, we must strip them of their ranks! Not only that, but we must send them to prison! This is all caused by their dereliction of duty!"

Michael gritted his teeth and said, "We must retaliate fiercely! Drag them all out and hang them all!"

Jonas said viciously, "Not only that, but since they dared to do this, it is time to let them see what we are capable of! Do they really think we don't dare to kill?"

Stambolov glared, saying fiercely, "You are right! We have most of their leaders in our hands, don't we? Since that is the case, let us execute those leaders! Let them see that the government is also capable of killing!"

Vasil Radoslavov's plan succeeded; the attention of the Stambolov government was entirely focused on them, and the subtle changes within the military were ignored!

However, the consequences might exceed his expectations. The provocation was too extreme; the Stambolov cabinet no longer cared about the repercussions, and the butcher's knife was already swinging toward them.

The police were now arresting people regardless of whether they were dead or alive. With the cooperation of Hoover's intelligence department, the police's combat effectiveness began to skyrocket. Hidden opposition members were arrested one after another, and many who tried to escape were shot on the spot.

Vasil was secretly celebrating the success of the operation, but unfortunately, as a dangerous element, he was one of the primary targets for Hoover to eliminate.

Thus, the police came knocking. Vasil, not knowing he had been exposed, opened the door generously. Before he could speak, a bullet met him head-on.

With a single "whoosh," the future infamous Radoslavov was nipped in the bud.

That's right, this was Ferdinand's plan to borrow a knife to kill, and the executor was, of course, the intelligence chief Hoover.

In two years, Ferdinand's influence had penetrated into all walks of life in Bulgaria, and the police and military were naturally key targets.

Compared to the military, the Bulgarian police were like a sieve, full of holes. Whether through infiltration or coercion and bribery, Hoover easily recruited a group of people.

Today was the time to put them to use; targeted cleaning was just a small task. Hoover's main targets were the landlords, capitalists, politicians, and extremists who had been arrested.

Jonas returned to the Ministry of the Interior, where cups shattered on the floor and documents flew about. After venting, he summoned his subordinates. He cursed viciously, "The rebels are so rampant, are you all a bunch of bucket-heads? All day long..." (10,000 words omitted)

Perhaps tired from scolding, Jonas said angrily, "Go to the prison now and publicly execute the leaders of the rebels for me, do you hear me?"

The crowd was shocked and prepared to ask for a specific list, but seeing Jonas's livid face, they swallowed their words.

After leaving the office, Pavel Korchagin and the others were confused. "Execute the leaders"—who were the leaders? How were they defined? But living under the shadow of Jonas for a long time, they did not have the guts to ask.

Pavel Korchagin asked puzzledly, "What should we do now? Does anyone know who the leaders are?"

Everyone shook their heads, indicating they didn't know. Suddenly, Khali slapped his forehead, smiled, and said, "I know, it should be based on their status! Those with high status are naturally the leaders! As for how to define it specifically, why not just leave it to the subordinates?"

"Besides, it doesn't matter if we get it wrong. If we kill the wrong person, it's their bad luck, and any fish that slip through the net can be killed later! I think even if they all die now, the Minister won't mind!"

The others reacted as well and looked at each other with a smile. Indeed, before it was just a difference in political views, so there was no need to be ruthless; now these people they had caught had personal vendettas with the superiors. The Minister didn't say it directly, but perhaps he just wanted us to kill more!

There should be another update later; I'll post it in the evening!

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