Chapter 474 This is a fake!!!

With a "click."

The heavy door was slowly pulled open from the inside.

The news spokesperson for Country A walked out from the shadows behind the door.

The large light bulbs hanging from the ceiling were instantly switched on.

Several beams of harsh, bright white light intertwined.

They hit the podium in the center of the venue, which was emblazoned with the stars and stripes logo, with pinpoint accuracy.

Illuminating the politician's figure clearly.

The press conference for Country A had officially begun.

They were there to show off their unshakeable status as a hegemon to the entire world.

And to brag about the incredible military advantage they had achieved in this "mopping-up" operation against armed groups.

This press conference was, as usual, a grand affair, broadcast live across multiple global platforms.

Dozens of high-definition cameras moved steadily on rails, converting footage from every angle into digital signals.

Transmitted via a military-grade satellite network.

Crossing oceans to reach media terminals all over the world in real-time.

…Meanwhile, in the Eastern Country, many netizens had also scaled the firewall to flood in.

Back to the podium at the press conference.

The one taking the stage was the same spokesperson from Country A as before.

He placed the thick stack of official documents in his hand onto the table.

He paused for a few seconds, deliberately basking in the baptism of flashing lights from below.

He cleared his throat and leaned his mouth toward the microphone.

The opening paragraph was the same old, tired tune as before.

"Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon."

"Over the past period, our joint task force executed a perfect mopping-up operation in the Middle East."

The spokesperson spoke with great fervor, spitting as he listed the many combat achievements they had supposedly attained.

He even grabbed a combat report listing data tables and waved it vigorously in the air, as if that would make his words more convincing.

"We successfully wiped out several hidden enemy strongholds deep in the desert and precisely removed those malignant tumors seeking to undermine regional stability."

"In this round of high-intensity strikes, we successfully destroyed several enemy fighter jets!!!"

…When he reached the most exciting part, the spokesperson even braced his hands on the wooden edge of the podium, leaning his upper body slightly forward.

Not only that, but at the end, he even raised his volume.

Placing one hand over his left chest, he adopted an expression of compassion.

Righteously declaring that Country A would bring freedom and hope to that godforsaken place, the Middle East.

The sense of condescension and superiority in his tone…

If someone unfamiliar with the internal situation in the Middle East heard this, they might truly believe they were doing something great to save the world.

As if the high-explosive bombs dropped from ten thousand meters in the air were nothing more than fireworks blooming for peace.

Hearing this, the netizens from the Eastern Country who had scaled the firewall felt a wave of nausea.

They flooded the chat with comments!

"What a load of bullshit, what kind of goddamn freedom and hope is that!!!"

"So fucking shameless, making aggression sound so fresh and refined."

"I have never seen such a shameless person. (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻"

…However, amidst the chorus of insults, some bootlickers back home were shouting in the chat:

"This is the spirit of Country A!!!"

These people might be as cowardly as quails in reality, but when they saw their foreign masters boasting online, they got as excited as if they'd been injected with adrenaline.

They couldn't wait to jump out and show off their spiritual devotion.

Trying to gain a pitiful sense of superiority by praising this kind of bandit hegemony.

As soon as these comments appeared, it was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a boiling wok of oil.

The netizens back home and the local bootlickers erupted into a fierce verbal battle in the chat.

It even caused the live stream to lag slightly.

The sensible netizens from the Eastern Country saw the bottomless praise and their fighting spirit instantly maxed out.

Their fingers tapped away on their keyboards with a clatter.

Mercilessly blasting these bootlickers for only knowing how to lick the stinky feet of their foreign daddies.

"They're dropping bombs over there, destroying the homes where locals are trying to survive, and you're here applauding???"

"Stand up and act like a human being, stop kneeling all day; have your knees taken root or something!"

At the same time, everyone ruthlessly exposed in the chat that Country A only brings war to other countries, and there is no such thing as freedom and hope.

"For decades, Country A has been stealing oil and resources under the banner of civilization, turning other people's homelands into ruins. Is this the spirit you're talking about?"

"Look at those displaced civilians, how can you have the nerve to white-wash for these bandits! o(╥﹏╥)o"

…Faced with this overwhelming criticism and ironclad facts, the local bootlickers bit back.

"What the hell do you know? They are eliminating armed militants, maintaining peace and order on Earth!!!"

"Is it that hard to admit others are superior? Look at their power in taking out enemy airfields without any effort; this is the embodiment of being number one in the world!"

"I think you're the ones who have been brainwashed at home~~~"

Both sides went back and forth, engaging in a verbal war. The entire chat section had become a battlefield without smoke.

…Just when everyone thought that this press conference, like the previous ones, was just a show for Country A to flex its ego.

The situation at the scene took an unexpected turn.

Beside the aisle on the right side of the venue, the reporter from the Great White Bear Country, who was sitting in the front row,

shifted his gaze away from the laptop screen on his lap.

He looked at the high-definition aerial photos of the so-called "destroyed fighter jets" that he had just analyzed using image processing software on his screen.

He took a deep breath, his broad shoulders shifting slightly.

His thigh muscles tensed suddenly. With a dull thud caused by the chair legs rubbing against the thick carpet,

this burly man stood up with a sudden jerk.

His tall frame stood out like a crane among chickens compared to the group of peers sitting around him.

A Western female reporter next to him was startled by his sudden movement, nearly dropping the voice recorder in her hand.

In this setting, which had originally been nothing more than a monologue by the spokesperson, his action instantly seized everyone's attention.

In the deathly silence, he didn't go to grab the question microphone in the front aisle.

Instead, he held up the enlarged photo in his hand.

It was an aerial photo of the bombing scene, printed with a high-resolution color printer and processed with professional software.

His chest swelled, and relying on his astonishing lung capacity, he roared at the stage:

"This is a fake!!!"

…These four words, every syllable, carried a sense of power that had to be expressed.

The voice echoed through the hall, even drowning out the hypocritical official speech from the loudspeakers.

As these words, like a thunderclap on flat ground, fell, the entire press conference hall went instantly silent.

The reporters around him, who had been bowing their heads to write their copy, all stopped their pens and looked up with astonishment.

Then, the face of the Country A spokesperson at the press conference changed.

The reporters below came to their senses. They turned their heads one after another, looking towards the source of the sound.

When they saw it was the reporter from the Great White Bear Country, the crowd immediately erupted.

An uncontrollable burst of gasps and discussion erupted in the hall.

Everyone knew clearly that these two countries had always been at odds on the international stage.

Now that someone from the Great White Bear Country dared to openly challenge them in such a globally broadcast setting, they must be holding ironclad evidence that could settle the matter.

Everyone knew that a good show was about to begin.

Professional sensitivity instantly threw these veteran media personnel into a state of excitement.

Countless flashes were aimed at the Great White Bear Country reporter who had stood up.