178: Oppose war! We want peace.

The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia.

A global press conference was being urgently convened.

The Saudi Foreign Minister stood under the spotlight.

With a solemn expression and facing countless flashing cameras, he read the official statement word for word.

“Israel's air strike against our country is naked aggression and a barbaric act of war!”

“We express our strongest condemnation of this!”

“The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia will never sit idly by in the face of such shameless provocation!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the flashes on the scene instantly brightened into a single sheet, and the reporters' questions rose one after another, almost lifting the roof.

The Foreign Minister ignored them and instead stepped aside, giving his position to Prince Sultan beside him.

Prince Sultan was wearing a crisp military uniform, his face cold and his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

He didn't take any manuscript; he just stepped forward and held the microphone.

The entire venue instantly fell silent.

“Condemnation?”

Prince Sultan sneered.

“We don't need verbal condemnation.”

“What we need is action.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room, every word carrying a metallic texture.

“I hereby announce.”

“From this moment on, The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia will take all necessary measures to resolutely fight back against the aggressors.”

“We mean what we say.”

“Any enemy who dares to violate our territory will pay a price in blood for it!”

“We will beat them until it hurts, beat them until they are crippled!”

As the words landed, the entire room was dead silent.

Immediately following that was a mountain-shaking, sea-tsunami-like uproar!

Was The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia going to declare war directly?!

The global media exploded instantly, and countless headlines were sent out immediately.

《Saudi Arabia Responds Toughly! Announces Military Retaliation Against Israel!》

《The Middle East Powder Keg Ignited! The Sixth Arab-Israeli War May Break Out!》

《The Wrath of the Desert Kingdom: Beneath the Gold are Scimitars and Shotguns!》

The entire world was stunned by this sudden, tough stance.

Meanwhile, in Israel.

In the Prime Minister's office, Yitzhak Shamir slammed an intelligence report onto the table with force, making a dull, loud bang.

“A bunch of desert lunatics!”

He was so angry his chest was heaving violently, and his weather-beaten face was filled with rage.

He couldn't understand how Saudi Arabia, which they had always regarded as a 'soft persimmon,' dared to speak to them in such a tone.

“Mr. Prime Minister, we must react immediately!”

The Minister of Defense said urgently, “Their statement has already spread across the world!”

Shamir took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He walked to the map, looking at that long, narrow territory, his eyes becoming extremely cold.

“Orders!”

“The whole country is to enter the highest state of war!”

“Immediately mobilize all reserve forces! Have them report for duty within twenty-four hours!”

“At the same time, issue a call to Jews all over the world! The country needs them to come back and defend our home!”

“Also, contact Eagle-chan and John Bull immediately! We need their support! Right now! Immediately!”

One order after another was issued from the Prime Minister's office.

The entire state of Israel was mobilized, and the clouds of war quickly shrouded the land.

However, just when everyone thought this would be a conventional regional conflict.

A statement that no one expected spread to every corner of the world through major global media.

Aihua Security Service Company, a previously unknown name, suddenly held a press conference.

The spokesperson was an expressionless man wearing a decent suit, his words concise yet startling.

“In view of the current tension in the Middle East, our company hereby declares.”

“We resolutely oppose any form of aggression.”

“If Israel continues its acts of aggression and causes further harm to our client countries...”

The spokesperson pushed his glasses and, in a flat tone of stating facts, said words that made the entire planet tremble.

“...Our company does not rule out the use of all means, including tactical nuclear weapons, to implement a reciprocal strike on the Israeli mainland.”

Nu... Nuclear strike?

Reporters all over the world were stunned.

Countless politicians, generals, and civilians watching the live broadcast all doubted if something was wrong with their ears.

Who the hell is this?

A security company?

Threatening a nuclear strike against a sovereign state?!

What kind of international joke is this!

Eagle-chan, White House.

In the Oval Office, the atmosphere was solemn to the extreme.

President Ronald Reagan pinched the bridge of his nose, a rare seriousness on his face.

“A security company... threatening to use nuclear bombs?”

The Secretary of State felt it was simply a fantasy, “This must be a bluff! It's psychological warfare! They're bluffing us!”

“I don't think so.”

The speaker was CIA Director Jackson, his expression more serious than anyone else's in the office.

He placed a document on the President's desk.

“Mr. President, please look at this.”

“Aihua Security Service Company is the mysterious organization that sold the JF-17 Thunder fighter jets to Saudi Arabia.”

“And provided ballistic missile technology.”

“Their technical strength has already been confirmed.”

“Being able to build a fighter jet more advanced than our F-16 and possessing mature ballistic missile technology speaks for itself.”

Jackson's tone was heavy.

“An organization with such solid strength cannot be judged by common sense.”

“They say they have nuclear bombs... we have no evidence to show they're lying.”

“These guys... are a bunch of complete war lunatics!”

President Reagan picked up the document, looked at the performance analysis of the 'JF-17 Thunder' fighter jet and ballistic missiles, and fell silent.

In the office, a pin drop could be heard.

After a long while, Reagan finally spoke slowly.

“Don't be in a hurry to take a stand.”

“Have our carrier strike group move closer to the eastern Mediterranean Sea.”

“I want to see what these guys... are actually trying to do.”

The deterrent of a nuclear strike, like a magnitude twelve super earthquake, swept through Israel instantly.

Panic!

Unprecedented panic!

Israel's land area is small, and there is no strategic depth to speak of.

A single tactical nuclear bomb would be enough to make Tel Aviv or Jerusalem disappear from the map.

How could this war still be fought?

The other side hadn't even made a move yet, and they directly flipped the table and pulled out the winning card!

“We don't want to die!”

“Shamir step down! War-mongers get out!”

“Oppose war! We want peace!”

Countless people took to the streets of Tel Aviv, holding banners and shouting slogans, surrounding the Prime Minister's residence so tightly that not a drop of water could leak through.

Long queues formed in front of banks as people frantically withdrew cash.

Ben Gurion International Airport was even more overcrowded.

All plane tickets to foreign countries were bid up to sky-high prices, yet they were still hard to find.

Countless foreign embassy staff, tourists, and businessmen were using every possible means to escape this place of trouble that could turn into a radioactive wasteland at any moment.

The entire country was on the brink of collapse.

Facing immense pressure from both home and abroad, a frazzled Yitzhak Shamir had to stand before the cameras again.

His eyes were bloodshot and his expression haggard, but his tone remained tough.

“Any country or organization that launches a nuclear strike against the Israeli mainland!”

“Will face a devastating nuclear counter-strike from us!”

“We have the capability and the determination to make our enemies disappear from this world along with us!”