Chapter 133 Global Arms Industry: What the hell kind of evil god's creation is this?

As Mike hit the send button, a set of photos and videos titled "Death's gas canisters: Industrial Magic on the Middle East Battlefield" traveled along the submarine fiber optic cables back to headquarters, and minutes later, it instantly ignited the global internet.

At first, people thought this was just CG special effects made by some prank blogger.

After all, who would believe that a group of ragged militia could use gas canisters to launch saturation artillery strikes?

But when international giants like Reuters and Agence France-Presse reposted it with the headline "Israel Ace Brigade Suffers Devastating Blow," the world exploded.

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Inside the world's largest military forum, the post that was originally discussing the stealth performance of a certain fighter jet was instantly submerged, and the homepage was flooded with nothing but gas canisters.

"My god, what is this thing? Is this really a gas canister?"

"I've watched the video three times, that trajectory... that trajectory is too stable! It doesn't look like some homemade rocket at all! It flies straighter than my Javelin missile!"

A veteran military enthusiast with the ID "Ballistics Expert" posted an analysis:

"Everyone, please pay attention to the 12th second of the video. That rocket, or rather, rocket launcher, encountered a crosswind in mid-air, but it only wobbled once and immediately corrected its posture! That steel pipe welded to its rear must have undergone precise wind tunnel testing! Its length-to-diameter ratio is simply perfect! This is definitely not something that group of guerrillas could hammer out!"

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Immediately after, another Netizen with the ID "Material Science Expert" followed up with a post:

"And the 25th second! One rocket was hit by Israel's 'Iron Dome' interception system! But! Please pay attention! It didn't explode in mid-air! It was just knocked off course and continued to burn stably in the air! What does this mean? It means the tank's strength is ridiculously high! Even the shrapnel from the intercepting missile couldn't pierce it! And its fuel filling process is extremely advanced; it won't detonate even if it suffers a violent impact!"

Once these two technical posts appeared, the forum instantly fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone realized one thing.

This was not some DIY homemade bomb.

This was a standard weapon wrapped in civilian clothing, possessing a high level of industrial design, and with a cost so low it was outrageous!

"Oh my god, this is simply... a Cthulhu creation."

Someone typed this line in the comment section with trembling hands, "It mocks all military common sense, using the cheapest materials to achieve the most terrifying killing effect."

Just as the whole world was guessing which military giant produced these high-tech gas canisters—was it Rheinmetall from Hans Country? Or the Tula Design Bureau from the Mao Xiong Country?

A few higher-definition on-site photos were exposed.

These were close-ups taken by Mike from a certain angle.

The photos had been sharpened, and the details on the tank that were originally blurry became clearly visible.

Especially on the side of the tank, a steel stamp that was slightly blackened due to high-temperature roasting.

It was a cute, grinning cartoon bear icon.

And below the bear icon was a line of clear, square Eastern Country characters, as well as a line of pinyin.

【Li Family Toy Factory — jia an no. 1】

【Li's Toy Factory】

Once this photo appeared, the originally noisy global network seemed to be instantly throttled.

Silence.

A long silence.

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It took a full minute before the barrage and comment section exploded like a volcanic eruption.

"Holy shit?!?"

"Li Family Toy Factory? It's him again?!?"

"Case solved! It's all fucking solved!"

"I knew it! I knew it! Besides that perverted toy factory that created Swarm Drone, stealth elderly joy, and aircraft carrier Arresting Cable, who else on Earth could do something like this?!?"

"What the hell is 'jia an no. 1'! Is this name serious? Sending the whole Israel family to rest in peace?"

"I heard that Eastern Country has a phobia of insufficient firepower. With such massive firepower, they Chinese naturally feel at ease at home. Is this what they call jia an (home peace)?"

"They are at ease, but we are not at ease now."

"Cartoon bear? Are you a devil? Printing a cartoon bear on a weapon of mass destruction? This is simply the greatest mockery of modern warfare!"

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Meanwhile, across the ocean in Ugly Country, in the intelligence analysis room of The Pentagon.

A group of gray-haired intelligence Expert were surrounding the magnified "Bear Logo" on the big screen, looking at each other, their expressions uglier than if they had eaten a fly.

"It's this Li Jiajun again..."

A colonel took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows wearily, "We just put his name on the sanction list not long ago, and he made this for us? gas canisters? Is he planning to use water guns to sink our aircraft carrier next time?"

"Sir, the point now is not what he will make next."

The analyst next to him swallowed hard and pointed to the data on the screen, "The point is, Israel is already crazy. Their ace brigade was crippled by this pile of toys, and they now firmly believe that this is supported by The Government of Eastern Country, and that it is intentional export of war technology."

The colonel's mouth twitched, speechless.

'Intentional export? That would require The Government of Eastern Country to have that kind of imagination! What serious military industry would use gas canisters as rockets? This is clearly the personal performance art of that toy factory owner!'

But he also knew that such words would not be believed in diplomatic settings.

Of course, maybe there were people on their side who thought the same.

Meanwhile, at the Israel Ministry of Defense.

An intelligence officer with a fleshy face stared fixedly at the photo with the bear logo on the table, the anger in his eyes almost burning through the photo.

"Too much... this is too much!"

He growled through gritted teeth, "This is humiliating us! Slaughtering our elite soldiers with gas canisters printed with cartoons! This is a war crime!"

"Get me the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

He slammed his hand onto the red confidential phone on the table, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

"Draft the strictest protest note immediately! Attach this photo to the first page!"

"I want the Chinese to give an explanation! That guy named Li Jiajun must pay the price!"

As this phone call was made, a larger diplomatic dispute targeting Li Family Toy Factory was brewing.

At this moment, far away in Eastern Country, Liu Jianguo's eyelids suddenly twitched wildly, a strong sense of ominous foreboding welled up in his heart, and he subconsciously reached for the quick-acting heart-saving pills in his pocket.