Chapter 472 Wang Dachui's Premonition

Amidst this internet trend, across major forums, social media platforms, and comment sections, news of Country A's bombing campaign achieving major results was flying everywhere.

Those sycophants who had long since fled to Country A were now popping up on domestic networks, desperate to assert their presence.

Their real lives abroad were actually usually nothing to write home about, with many even scraping by at the very bottom of society.

Yet, whenever they faced domestic Netizens, they habitually assumed that air of superiority.

Usually, when Country A suffered setbacks in the Middle East battlefield and was left unable to lift its head by normal Netizens wielding facts, they could only lurk and play dead.

Now, seeing the billowing smoke and the craters blasted out by precision-guided bombs in the news, this group acted as if it were Chinese New Year, all popping out at once.

They stared at the bombing photos, watching those so-called enemy fighter jets turn into piles of scrap metal.

This imagery made them feel incredibly high, creating a particularly twisted sense of vicarious satisfaction.

It was as if they themselves had basked in the glory of that hegemony, as if simply having their physical bodies in that superpower automatically made them superior.

Carrying this inexplicable self-confidence, this group couldn't wait to pound their keyboards, their fingers dancing clatteringly across screens and keys.

Under major news apps, they left comments that sent blood pressure soaring, saying in a condescending tone: "Only after coming to Country A do you know what it means to be alive."

Immediately following this, a bunch of people with the same IP address would chime in with likes and thread replies.

Some even threw away all shame just to step on their own homeland, typing out this line: "Even washing dishes in Country A is better than back home."

The blind worship between the lines and that bottomless, sycophantic posture were simply too painful to look at.

In this chaotic comment section, one comment was particularly eye-catching, its like count shooting up rapidly.

On the other side of the ocean, on the outskirts of a major city in Country A, in a dark and damp rented room, the wall plaster was peeling off in large chunks due to years of water leaks.

An undocumented immigrant with the screen name "Donut" was lying sprawled out on a moldy mattress, with a thick cast wrapped around his right leg.

Just a few days ago, he had been riding an electric scooter and jaywalking when he got into an accident and was taken by ambulance to a local public hospital emergency room.

Because of the emergency procedures there, the doctor didn't make him pay at the window the moment he walked in; instead, per protocol, they first put a cast on him and performed some basic bandaging.

This completely baffled the guy, who had been brainwashed by "public intellectuals" since childhood, and he immediately thought, "Holy shit, this is practically heaven on earth!!!"

Consequently, he picked up his second-hand phone with a cracked screen, looked at the arguments on the domestic platforms, curled his lip, and sneered.

Then he posted: "That's right, Country A is just great, the GOAT! I just immigrated here, and a while ago I got into a car accident. They took me to the hospital, and they treated me without a word, never even asking me for money. Heh, that's impossible back home; you have to pay first. Only after coming here did I realize what free healthcare really is~~ Can't talk now, someone's knocking on the door, seems like they're here to deliver some bill."

After hitting send, he put down his phone with satisfaction, feeling that his personal experience would definitely slap those hicks back home in the face.

'These uncultured losers, what do they know about the humanitarian care of a superpower?' he thought smugly.

A few muffled "thump-thump" sounds came from outside the door.

Meanwhile, on the domestic internet, these foul and chaotic comments were still fermenting wildly.

Normal Netizens, seeing these remarks, also had no energy left to argue.

Everyone knew that modern warfare is about comprehensive national strength and the generation gap in equipment.

Country A was dropping GPS bombs from the sky, while the resistance forces on the ground didn't even have a proper anti-aircraft radar; this war was truly impossible to fight.

Facing such pure firepower suppression, any rebuttal seemed so pale and weak.

In the end, this group didn't forget to summarize, stepping on their own side one more time in the comment section: "Country A is just awesome, we'll never be able to compare. Not talking anymore, going to watch the Country A press conference."

As this comment was pushed to the top, many onlookers who didn't know the truth were swept up in the narrative, even beginning to develop a blind awe for the military power on the other side of the ocean.

Meanwhile, in the toy factory in Baishui City, the sun outside the workshop was scorching, spilling through the glass windows onto the corridor.

In the quality inspection office next to Workshop No. 1, Wang Dachui was holding a large enamel mug printed with peonies, plopping himself down into a big chair.

Taking a break to drink some water, Wang Dachui was scrolling through the news on his phone.

He opened the news apps he usually checked, and sure enough, he came across the related news.

The screen was flooded with reports about Country A bombing a hidden airport in the Middle East.

The comment section below was packed with absurd remarks like "Country A is just awesome."

Looking at these eye-searing words, the fat on Wang Dachui's face, which somewhat resembled a bighead carp, couldn't help but twitch.

He was speechless to the extreme.

'Do these bastards not use their brains when typing on the internet? All they do all day is praise foreigners.' He cursed inwardly.

He picked up his tea mug and gulped down a large mouthful of herbal tea.

Wang Dachui couldn't be bothered to argue with those keyboard warriors, instead focusing his attention on the high-definition photos of the battle results attached to the news.

At first, he was just casually looking at it as ordinary military news.

But now, he narrowed his eyes.

Using his thick fingers, he swiped outward on the phone screen to zoom in on the photos of the battle results.

The image, which originally took up only half the screen, instantly filled his entire field of view, and the details inside became clear all at once.

He stared at the pictures in the news for a few moments; it was a desolate Gobi desert, with several large craters blasted into the ground, surrounded by scorched marks.

His gaze shifted, locking tightly onto the ground that had been blown to smithereens, as well as the wreckage of the fighter jets.

Just then, a gust of cold wind blew in through the half-open office window, hitting the back of his neck.

He felt a chill run down his back.