257: Chapter 257 Not even a toilet seat was left!

Sector A, Freedom Fortress.

Inside the luxurious leader's office, there was a deathly silence.

*Thud.*

The iced cola held in Leader Te Li Pu's hand slipped, crashing onto the carpet and splashing brown liquid everywhere.

But he was completely oblivious.

He stared intently at the holographic projection wall.

His eyes were wide and round, staring blankly like a statue.

"This is fake, right?! ...This is absolutely fake news!"

Leader Te Li Pu clutched his signature blonde hair in disbelief, shaking his head frantically. "How could General MacArthur lose?"

"He is the greatest five-star general of the Great Eagle Country!"

"He was piloting the invincible land battleship!"

"In this world, nobody knows more about the power of battleships than me. Nobody!"

Beside the desk.

Rata Hu was still kneeling on the ground, but in his downcast eyes, an unusual light flickered.

Uh...

Damn, this actually feels a little satisfying?!

Rata Hu roared frantically in his heart, almost laughing out loud.

"Hahaha! Now you know, right?!"

"Now you know how terrifying these Dragon Country demons are?!"

"Weren't you just mocking this commander earlier?"

"Weren't you mocking our great Abyss God as cheap seafood?"

"Your piece of scrap metal was beaten like a dog just the same!"

So satisfying!

An unprecedented sense of relief washed over Rata Hu's entire body.

Of course, even if he were given a hundred times more courage, he wouldn't dare say these words to his face.

Rata Hu bit his lip hard, forcing back his laughter and squeezing out two tears of grief and indignation.

He suddenly raised his head, feigning a look of deep distress. "Your Excellency! These Dragon Country people are too despicable!"

"They must have used some kind of anti-human biochemical weapon!"

"General MacArthur was defeated unjustly!"

Leader Te Li Pu didn't pay him any attention at all.

He propped his hands on the console, staring intently at the screen, and suddenly let out a terrified scream.

"Wait!"

"What are these Dragon Country monkeys trying to do?!"

"Fuck! What is that in their hands?"

"Chainsaws? Wrenches?!"

"Damn it, what are they going to do to my Great Eagle Country battleship?!"

...

Meanwhile.

Sector 1638, the ruined battlefield.

A cold wind blew, kicking up a cloud of gunpowder smoke smelling of engine oil.

The once-insufferable five-star general, General MacArthur, had now been stripped down to nothing but a pair of patterned boxers, shivering in the cold wind.

He knelt on the ground like a dead dog.

Behind him, several burly men aimed their dark gun barrels at the back of his head.

Beside him knelt dozens of Eagle Country soldiers, who had also been stripped bare.

At this moment, the prisoners of war stared with wide, terrified eyes at the spine-chilling, shocking scene before them.

"Bzzzz—!"

"Crack! Bang!"

"Eighty! Eighty! Eighty!"

The Red Wolf demolition army went to work in full force!

Thousands of Red Wolf Players, like red locusts smelling blood, swarmed over the massive land battleship.

No, that couldn't even be called dismantling.

That was "death by a thousand cuts"!

"Group Three! Strip the main gun's hydraulic rods for me! That's top-grade titanium alloy!"

"Group Two, move faster! Pull out the radar receiver! Pull the wires out of the base, don't let them go to waste!"

"Holy shit! Brothers, get over here quick!"

"The sofa in this command room is fucking made of mutated crocodile leather! It's puncture-resistant!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Strip all the leather! We can turn them into leather jackets later!"

Sparks flew and chainsaws roared.

In just half an hour.

The outer armor plates of the battleship were pried away piece by piece.

The thick tracks were cut section by section and stored into spatial backpacks.

Even the internal power conduits were forcibly ripped out.

"No... you can't do this..."

General MacArthur watched his proud ultimate weapon being dismantled into pieces, his heart bleeding.

"His lips trembled, tears and snot streaming down his face. "You are bandits!"

"You can't destroy my battleship!"

"You bastards, this is a violation of international conventions!!"

However, absolutely no one paid attention to him.

Just then, a middle-aged woman from the Red Wolf Logistics Team rushed out of the bridge, excitedly cradling a gleaming golden toilet.

"Vice President Lin! Look!"

"This foreign devil's toilet is actually gold-plated!"

"Damn! These foreign devils really know how to enjoy themselves! Even the toilet seat is good stuff!"

Lin Zihao glanced at it with disgust and waved his hand. "What a piece of junk! Aren't you worried it's dirty..."

"Forget it, pack it up! Throw it all into the guild warehouse!"

"Pfft—!"

General MacArthur watched his exclusive toilet being happily packed into the woman's backpack. His eyes rolled back, and he spat out another mouthful of blood in sheer anger.

His legs kicked, and he fainted.

The Eagle Country soldiers kneeling nearby were so terrified that their teeth chattered, and they hugged each other, wailing loudly.

These Dragon Country people were not an army at all!

They were a pack of starving ghouls ten thousand times more terrifying than wasteland monsters!

An hour later.

The land battleship, which originally stood like a small mountain, had completely vanished.

In its place, only a massive shallow pit and oil stains all over the ground remained.

Not a single screw,

not a single wire,

not even a shred of useful debris was left behind!

It was completely clean, as if licked by a dog.

...

Sector A, Leader's Office.

Leader Te Li Pu stared blankly at the empty pit of ruins on the holographic screen.

His hands hung in mid-air, trembling violently.

A battleship hundreds of meters long, an ultimate weapon costing hundreds of billions, was just... gone?

Gone?

Gone...

Not even a single piece of wreckage was left?!

"Devils..."

Leader Te Li Pu slumped back into his chair, his golden hair a messy ruin, and his once arrogant face was now as pale as paper.

"They... dismantled my battleship..."

At this moment, Rata Hu, who had been kneeling on the ground all this time, felt a twisted sense of pleasure rise in his heart.

It was the satisfaction of misery loving company!

It was the joy of sharing a common plight!

However, he had to put on a good show; after all, he still needed Leader Te Li Pu to stand up for him.

He stood up cautiously, leaned close to Leader Te Li Pu, and said faintly in an innocent yet slightly aggrieved tone:

"See, Your Excellency Leader Te Li Pu..."

"I told you so."

"These Dragon Country people, they're not right, are they?"