Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 399 - 398: Wronged

Chapter 399: Chapter 398: Wronged

In the heart of the Western world, after centuries of integration, the Western Camp has become more cohesive.

At this very moment, in the highest-level press center of the Western world, countless people have gathered in the central square.

Today will surely be a day recorded in the annals of history.

Because, just last night, three cities, tens of millions of people, were killed in an instant.

This is an unprecedented disaster in human history and an unprecedented massacre!

Such an event demands an explanation.

The East Atlantic Company had already announced an early press conference, so, early in the morning, countless people gathered here in anticipation.

Western major media had already entered and were waiting, but many more people gathered in the square.

There were spectators, opportunists, and many demonstrators; even major Western groups and prominent families sent representatives here.

Under the dim sky, the square felt very oppressive.

The press conference was about to begin, and John Robert, along with a few other directors of the East Atlantic Company, arrived and waited in the VIP room.

In John Robert’s view, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.

Although there were a few minor flaws, who cared?

The only thing troubling John Robert was that the bombers, which were supposed to have returned to base long ago after last night’s mission, had not been found—not even the debris.

In John Robert’s view, losing the bombers was not a big issue; even if they fell into Eastern hands, he could claim those bombers were fake, set up by Lin Hao to frame him.

But the pilots on those planes were the face of East Atlantic Company, and the Western ace pilots, whose fame was significant in the Western world.

If these pilots fell into Eastern hands, then today’s situation would be far from perfect; there might even be a chance of turning the tables.

Everything was ready except for this one issue.

"Have the pilots not been found yet?"

As the time of the press conference approached, John Robert turned and glanced at Mei Chuannei with significant displeasure.

"No. Since the bombing, there has been no signal. Our experts believe that the fleet was destroyed by the shockwave generated at the moment of explosion. Both planes and personnel are gone." Mei Chuannei also felt uneasy, but considering the situation yesterday where three of the strongest Black Bombs exploded simultaneously—a first worldwide—it was very likely the planes were destroyed. After all, Lin Hao was blown into the air by the blast wave in his live broadcast.

"Hmph, never mind. Time is up. Once we declare war on the Eastern Camp and the great war begins, who will care about this?" John Robert snorted coldly. Time was up, and he couldn’t bother with anything else.

Outside the press center building, under the gloomy sky, the press conference finally started.

"President John Robert, were the three powerful Black Bombs that exploded last night really prepared by Huaxia people for an attack on the West?"

"President John Robert, about last night’s bombing mission, what exactly happened? From Lin Hao’s live broadcast, it was clear that the bombers dropped three bomb-like Black Bombs, and then explosions occurred. There are rumors that these three bombs were dropped by the East Atlantic Company; is this true?"

"President John Robert, this Black Bomb explosion has resulted in the deaths of civilians in three cities and casualties surpassing fifty million, marking it as the first genocidal massacre in human history, utterly inhumane. If this were a conspiracy by the Eastern Group, what would we do?"

Inside the press center, as soon as President John Robert and the directors of the East Atlantic Company made their appearance, they were immediately surrounded by countless reporters, with numerous microphones and cameras directed at them. Many reporters at the forefront couldn’t wait to ask their questions.

However, it was clear that the questions asked by these front-row reporters had been filtered, while many media journalists who questioned the East Atlantic Company’s overnight media whitewashing were drowned out in the vast crowd at the back, with no chance to pose their questions.

Control the narrative!

Isn’t media just a mouthpiece?

Which media doesn’t have the backing of major families and political parties behind it?

In the West, freedom of speech exists under the premise of media and parties checking and balancing each other, allowing them to expose and counteract each other when they catch onto something.

But on certain major issues, when the forces behind these media unite, they can turn black into white!

Today, the East Atlantic Company has precisely this capability to control almost all media.

However, John Robert did not rush to answer these reporters’ questions; he merely gestured slightly, then stepped towards the podium.

Soon, the venue of the press conference quieted down, filled with nearly a thousand people, all of whom were looking at John Robert on the podium.

And John Robert, standing on the podium, scanned his eyes around the hall, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

The venue was normal, with nothing unusual.

Just moments before entering the venue, news came from the front that Lin Hao, those people from Huaxia, and those traitors, seemed to have evaporated from the earth, completely disappearing without any news till now.

Thinking back to the last scene of the live broadcast last night, John Robert almost concluded that Lin Hao had been obliterated by the tremendous force of the explosion.

Dead, better off!

With a cold smirk, John Robert sat down, picked up the microphone, and stood up again, his face both stern and sorrowful, as if he had lost his own mother, tears even welling up in his eyes as he solemnly said, "Ladies and gentlemen, hello. First, let us stand and observe three minutes of silence for our fellow citizens who died last night."

To the living, respect; to the dead, reverence.

At this moment, although many people disdain John Robert’s performance, they still stand up and bow their heads in silence.

Three minutes quickly passed, and John Robert let out a long sigh, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Firstly, regarding last night’s disaster, I must admit that we, the East Atlantic Company, our board, have an inescapable responsibility." His voice choked up, extremely sad and mournful, making people feel heartbroken and tearful.

Especially after these words, John Robert and the directors of East Atlantic stood up collectively, bowing deeply at ninety degrees towards the camera.

This press conference, being broadcast worldwide, has confused countless people at this moment.

Is this an admission of guilt?

Could it be that last night’s disaster was indeed perpetrated by the East Atlantic Company?

But just as people thought this, John Robert raised his head again, holding the microphone, extremely sad, yet also extremely angry and aggrieved, he shouted, "We are at fault, but we are even more wronged! Right now, I must shout out for our company, for our directors, to all the peace-loving and life-valuing people worldwide, we are wronged! Wronged!"

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