105: There was a terrorist attack at the venue, and the beautiful guard once again caught the bullet with her bare hands!

Facing the tricky question from Hu Luanbian, an NNC reporter stationed in Long Country, Fang Le's answer was as quick and concise as ever.

“My identity is a second-generation Chinese-descendant, and I was born in Darwin City… Next question.”

NNC reporter Hu Luanbian didn't get the answer he wanted, so he asked unwillingly, “But you answered questions in the Long Country language throughout, and very fluently and naturally, completely at a native speaker level. This isn't something a simple Chinese-descendant background can achieve, is it?”

Fang Le pouted, as if he disdained answering this question.

“I come from a Chinese family, my parents are first-generation immigrants, and they always spoke their native language at home. I was influenced by my parents from a young age, and I always liked to visit Long Country online platforms, such as Pilipala, where I usually watch many UP Lord's videos… Do you understand now?”

Hu Luanbian: “So, you are deeply influenced by Long Country public opinion, is that right?”

Fang Le: “That doesn't mean my actions aren't for the benefit of the Anti-War Army itself. Just like you speak Chinese very fluently now and usually pay close attention to local Long Country public opinion, yet you are serving the interests of the United States… Alright, no more similar questions. You've already asked three questions in a row. Next person.”

Since the NNC reporter didn't gain any advantage, other reporters had to switch their questions.

“After this visit is completed, are you confident in a successful return? I already anticipate that the United States will react strongly to this cooperation between the Anti-War Army and Long Country.”

Fang Le: “How the United States reacts is the United States' business. I have my own agenda.”

“I am a CBB reporter, my Chinese name is Jia Lujing, and I want to ask a very sensitive question that all reporters present must be eager to know.”

This is like stacking buffs.

Fang Le: “Ask.”

Jia Lujing: “Did your army previously seize many heavy strategic bombers that the United States deployed at its Australia base? Were those loaded with Mushroom warheads? Will you use those Mushroom Bombs to threaten the United States, and will a nuclear war break out between you and the United States?”

As soon as this question came out, all the reporters' ears perked up.

Fang Le: “Our side adheres to the policy of not being the first to use nuclear strikes.”

Ah?!

Fang Le's seemingly familiar words made everyone unable to react for a moment.

This seems to be Long Country's nuclear policy, and it is the only existing nuclear-armed country in the world that adheres to not being the first to use nuclear weapons.

The Anti-War Army actually uses this policy too?

Even Dong Changjun was surprised by these words and turned his head to look.

On the surface, Long Country's promise not to be the first to use Mushroom weapons is to occupy the moral high ground.

But this is because Long Country has enough confidence to believe that no country dares to launch a nuclear strike first, and Long Country has the ability to execute a nuclear counterattack after suffering a first-round nuclear strike.

But where does the Anti-War Army have that kind of strength, yet they still say this?

However, for the reporters present, Fang Le's words had an even more important meaning.

Jia Lujing: “So, are you admitting that you have acquired the United States' Mushroom weapons and possess long-range nuclear strike capabilities?”

Fang Le nodded: “Your question is my answer… Next, is there anyone else who wants to ask a question?”

Because Fang Le's answers were too straightforward, so straightforward that the media personnel present hadn't fully absorbed the information in the answers, no one raised their hand to ask a new question for a while.

Then, a sudden change occurred.

A reporter, whose stand sign indicated he was from a certain southern newspaper in Long Country, suddenly stood up, pointed his hand towards Fang Le, and shouted angrily: “It's you, it's you, who almost caused the outbreak of world nuclear war. You are a threat to peace, you are the culprit of war, you are a war criminal, and your Anti-War Army is completely an illegal organization—”

This sudden incident stunned everyone at the press conference.

They hadn't anticipated that someone would disrupt the order of the scene, and the disruptor was a Long Country media person!

Dong Changjun's face showed displeasure.

Asking any sharp question is fine, even if you are a Long Country media person and think from a foreigner's perspective, but shouting and yelling, disrupting a press conference hosted by Long Country itself in such a disrespectful manner, is a blatant slap in the face.

Without Dong Changjun's order, security personnel at the scene stepped forward to drag the reporter away, and at this moment, a new change occurred.

A man in a security uniform, from a corner, took advantage of everyone's attention being focused on the troublemaker, suddenly pulled out a pistol from his In arms and aimed it at the press conference podium, firing instantly.

The bullet flew towards Fang Le at high speed in an instant.

In a flash, a figure darted out, and Fang Le was shielded by someone. That person extended one hand, covering the direction of the bullet, while the other hand swiftly pulled out a small pistol and raised it, firing simultaneously.

Two bullets shot towards each other.

The next moment, the security guard who fired was shot in the center of his brow, a bloody hole appearing, and he fell to the ground with wide eyes, his gaze full of confusion.

On the other side, the person shielding Fang Le stumbled backward, bumping into Fang Le's chest, but immediately regained his footing, his keen gaze sweeping across everyone present, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand never lowered.

This lightning-fast scene silenced the previously noisy venue for a moment, then it buzzed into chaos again.

Terrorist attack—

This was everyone's thought.

At this moment, Dong Changjun's face was so hard it could turn to iron.

He roared: “Control everyone, do not leave the venue! Everyone raise your arms high, do not lower them! Violators will be executed on the spot!”

As he gave these instructions, Dong Changjun quickly looked at Fang Le, because the previous attack was clearly aimed at him.

“Brother Fang, are you alright?”

Fang Le shook his head, but looked at Yan Ruyu, who was standing steadily in front of him.

It was she who, in a flash, blocked that bullet for him and killed the attacker with one blow.

This was the second time she had saved him, come to think of it.

“Xiao Yu, how are you?”

Fang Le's voice involuntarily softened.

Yan Ruyu shook her head, opened her left palm which she had initially raised, and placed something with a clatter on the table in front.

Fang Le looked, startled; it was a bullet head, and it was clearly somewhat deformed.

Yan Ruyu was able to block the bullet barehanded mainly because she was wearing a pair of special gloves.

Dong Changjun breathed a sigh of relief.

If Fang Le had been hurt in the attack just now, the responsibility would have been immense.

He was also horrified at the same time.

Catching a bullet barehanded in an instant, and simultaneously firing to kill the attacker, what kind of reaction speed is that?

And at this moment, after the initial chaos, the people in the venue quickly clarified what had just happened.

Normally, as media professionals with the most acute news sense, they would have been excited, brainstorming headlines and looking for people to interview.

But now they were terrified and worried endlessly.

After all, attacking an important Long Country dignitary at a press conference—if they got involved, the anti-espionage law would definitely be applied.

The southern newspaper reporter who had previously glared and accused Fang Le of being a war criminal looked terrified and suddenly shouted:

“It wasn't me, it wasn't me—”

“The attack has nothing to do with me…”

However, no one was listening to him anymore.