Chapter 476 Every Word Pierces the Heart

At the press conference.

The thoroughly exposed lie triggered an uncontrollable commotion.

Two security guards wearing sunglasses, one on each side, roughly grabbed the Big White Bear Reporter by the shoulders.

These burly men tried to drag the troublemaker out of the press hall with forceful shoving.

Facing this violent expulsion.

The Big White Bear Reporter did not retreat in the slightest; instead, he used his body weight to sink down.

He clutched the laptop connected to the portable projector tightly against his chest.

He shouted at the top of his lungs.

The angry and disdainful rebuke spread clearly through the media microphones that had not yet been turned off at the scene.

"What? Are you scared already?!?"

"After your trick was exposed by a few simple sets of physical spectral data, you don't dare to face the whole world?"

"Let me go!!!"

...

The hall was already in complete chaos.

Reporters from other countries stood up one after another, raising their cameras and frantically snapping pictures of the expelled Big White Bear Reporter and the panicked politician on stage.

This press conference, originally meticulously planned by the top brass of Country A to boast on the international stage.

Had reached this point.

Accompanied by extreme chaos, it completely lost the solemnity it had at the beginning.

It became like a farce.

The Country A press spokesperson standing at the podium with the star-spangled banner could no longer maintain that aloof, hypocritical facade.

Sweat rolled down his forehead in large drops, messing up his hair that had been styled with gel.

Listening to the questions and the sound of shutters like a tsunami from below the stage.

The politician knew the situation was beyond saving.

He couldn't even think of a decent closing statement.

He grabbed the thick stack of official speech notes on the podium.

Not daring to look at the camera for even a second, he turned around directly.

Under the cover of several personal assistants, he walked with unsteady steps and slipped away in a panic through the side door behind the backdrop.

The live broadcast feed from the scene was cut off directly.

The farce ended with a whimper.

...

Meanwhile.

The official Country A live stream screen went black instantly.

However.

This sudden black screen did not calm the storm.

Instead, it was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a boiling wok of oil.

It instantly ignited public opinion that was already in a state of boiling over.

And the normal Netizens in Eastern Country.

Watching the screen come to an abrupt halt, their emotions were completely ignited in the darkness.

No one had any intention of leaving the live stream.

Pairs of eyes were fixed on phones and computer screens, fingers typing so fast they left blurs on keyboards.

Everyone was frantically posting barrage comments on the pitch-black screen to discuss.

"Could it really be that Country A faked it? Just to show how awesome they are?"

This sentence struck a chord with all the onlookers.

Everyone recalled the hard-core physical data the Big White Bear Reporter had just listed.

No 3D thickness, no scattered debris, only the diffuse reflection of graffiti paint.

These signs, combined with the official's guilty act of cutting the live stream directly.

Made this speculation seem incredibly real.

...

As the truth gradually became clear.

The wind on the internet suddenly changed.

Immediately after.

Countless Eastern Country Netizens began to search for those "foreign-worshipping dogs" who had been jumping around the most in the live stream earlier.

Those guys who were still wildly praising the hegemon's military power and even demeaning their own compatriots just to whitewash for outsiders.

Became moving targets in the eyes of all normal people.

Everyone began to mock them with full firepower.

Keyboard warriors transformed into righteous keyboard soldiers, returning the anger they had just received with interest.

"Where are those 'kneeling nobles'? Come out and say something?"

"Didn't you just say this was Country A's boldness? The boldness of painting is indeed quite large!!!!!"

Netizens with good memories directly copied and pasted the previous remarks of some foreign sycophant, followed by a long string of exclamation marks!!!

Following closely, more people joined this reckoning.

Everyone aimed their spears at those big influencers who were most active on major social platforms earlier.

"Where is that professor who renounced his citizenship? Hurry up and go to Country A to paint!"

"Yes, yes, and that one who said he felt proud to go wash dishes; this time, when he goes over, he can just help them scrub the paint off the ground!"

...

Overwhelming questions, every word piercing the heart.

Facing the ironclad evidence and the mockery of the entire internet.

"Yeah, why are you playing dead now?"

Under the resounding questions of countless Netizens.

The state of those 'kneeling nobles' who were climaxing and frantically licking smelly feet just a moment ago was now miserable to the extreme.

In the study of a high-end residence in the country.

That big influencer professor who always posed as a scholar and had just posted on social media boasting that he had renounced his citizenship and was preparing to immigrate.

Was now slumped in an expensive solid wood office chair.

The eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses stared blankly at the constantly scrolling mocking barrage on the computer screen.

He felt as if someone had swung their arm and slapped him in the face dozens of times.

His face was flushed red.

'What on earth is going on! How could a high-tech army like Country A be played for a fool!'

'How am I supposed to survive in this circle in the future!' A thought emerged in his mind.

He was speechless to the extreme.

He gritted his teeth, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, but he didn't know what words to type to refute.

Because any defense seemed like a joke in front of the spectral analysis chart presented by the Big White Bear Reporter.

...

It wasn't just this professor.

Inside that moldy rental apartment across the ocean.

The limping "Donut".

Stared blankly with both eyes.

Pulled the blanket over his head.

He had just received the bill, and only then did he realize that there was no free healthcare in Country A, at least not the free healthcare he had imagined.

...

At this moment.

This bunch of "foreign-worshipping dogs" were all hiding behind their screens, collectively playing dead.

Facing the mockery that was about to overflow from the screen, they didn't even dare to type a single punctuation mark.

Many of them even scrambled to open their backends and started frantically deleting the flattering comments they had just posted a few minutes ago.

Fearing that more people would take screenshots and mock them further.

...

And in reality across the ocean.

The Dead Corner Building.

After the spokesperson, who had fled in panic, left the media room.

He was panting heavily.

He rushed towards the elevator with unsteady steps.

His leather shoes hit the floor, making chaotic thudding sounds, revealing the extreme panic in the owner's heart.

He tremblingly reached out his finger and pressed hard on the elevator's up button.

Sweat had soaked the back of his shirt, making it feel cold and clammy.

His mind was a mess.

Thinking about meeting the powerful generals later.

How he should explain the responsibility for the press conference spinning out of control.

He had to report the situation to his superiors immediately.

Trying to shift the blame for the inadequate security to save his political career.

The elevator door slowly closed, isolating his pale face inside the car.

But in reality.

There was absolutely no need for him to report.

Inside the high-level security conference room in the deepest part of the Dead Corner Building.

Beside the large oak conference table.

The superiors already knew about this disastrous broadcast accident through internal closed-circuit television.

On the huge high-resolution LCD screen on the wall, the image was frozen on the spectral analysis chart held up by the Big White Bear Reporter.

The whole room was terrifyingly quiet; you could even hear a pin drop on the floor.

No one spoke.

The atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme.