Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!
Chapter 821 - 456: Assault_3

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

More cruise missiles fell, some hit the military base's ammunition warehouse, causing an internal explosion; a small mushroom cloud rose into the sky, like a devil's flower blooming, devouring the lives of Javanese Soldiers who couldn't escape in time.

Some cruise missiles struck the armored vehicle parking area; those expensive tanks and armored cars were destroyed in the violent explosion. Cruise missiles are not anti-tank missiles; with warheads weighing hundreds of kilograms, tanks appear as mere toys before them.

More cruise missiles deliberately targeted the camp area, playground, and dormitory district; every detonation brought massive casualties.

When the attack ended, this military base was nearly half destroyed, with severed limbs scattered everywhere, some bodies even split into pieces, hanging from treetops, windowsills, and buried in building ruins.

Injured personnel were howling in the fields, some holding their stomachs trying to stuff back their protruding intestines, others searching everywhere for their missing arms, creating a scene like an Asura Hell, sending chills down one's spine.

Not only the bases around Yagada but the city itself was under the attack of cruise missiles.

Yagada is the capital of Jawa, also Southeast Asia's largest city, a world-famous harbor, and a national political, economic, and cultural center, inhabited by over ten million people, which balloons to over thirty million if the surrounding towns are included.

This capital city of Jawa experienced a devastating shock today.

The Congress Building located in the city center, the police headquarters, and the presidential palace were all targeted by multiple cruise missile attacks.

Buildings collapsed while flames and screams echoed above the city.

A large number of high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen living here never anticipated being bombed by missiles, running around like headless flies.

Outside the presidential building, Jawa's President Wayan Man received a warning and escaped through an underground passage before the cruise missiles arrived.

Sitting in a bulletproof car, watching the missiles fall like divine swords, he trembled in anger, his lips quivering: "Jieke Group, you maniacs..."

"President, we must leave quickly; it's no longer safe here."

The guards were also panicking; they never expected the war to descend so suddenly. Their only thought now was to escape from this chaotic city.

"Go to the Kute Underground Command Center, and also, immediately contact the Beautiful Country; I want to condemn the heinous acts of Jieke Group, urging the Beautiful Country to send troops for reinforcement and declare war on Jieke Group."

Wayan Man said shakily, his mind a mess, with the only thought being to seek help from the Beautiful Country, because knowing Jawa Country's strength alone wouldn't be sufficient against Jieke Group—Wayan Man was well aware of this fact.

The Beautiful Country is the only remedy for solving the current situation in Jawa Country.

"Once the Beautiful Country deploys its fleet, Jieke Group, for all the things you've done to Jawa today, I will definitely retaliate tenfold."

Wayan Man thought bitterly, envisioning the Beautiful Country's fleet stationed in the Indian Ocean, poised to strike against Jieke Group.

In Wayan Man's plan, the Beautiful Country now lacks only a reason to commence warfare against Jieke Group, and Jieke Group's attack on Jawa provides the perfect excuse to do so.

The Beautiful Country, self-styled as the world's police, maintaining world order, would definitely not miss such an opportunity to gain fame and prestige.

Bang! Boom!

As the car passed near the street of Independence Square, a loud explosion suddenly resonated.

Wayan Man looked up through the car window, mouth agape.

He saw a giant white stone monument hit successfully by three consecutive cruise missiles.

This was the symbol of Yagada, and of Jawa Country—the Independence Monument—constructed by President Sujarno, a marble stele standing 137 meters high, topped with a 35-kilogram pure gold torch sculpture, representing the spirit of Jawa's independence.

Now, hit by three cruise missiles with precision, amidst the thunderous roar, the steel-reinforced concrete couldn't bear the weight, the monument buckled in the middle, initiating its final free fall.

Dust flew everywhere, obscuring the skies, debris and ruins colliding chaotically, resembling a sudden apocalypse.

People fled in panic and confusion, some falling, others screaming their relatives' names; the air thick with choking dust and a faint burnt smell. The sight left Wayan Man's face bloodless; looking at the collapsed Independence Monument, a beacon of Jawa yesterday, today reduced to an unordered heap of rubble.

Listening to the overlapping sounds of alarms, ambulances, and fire trucks, Wayan Man clenched his fist tightly, angrily cursing: "Jieke Group, you son of a..."

A string of profanity spewed forth as Wayan Man's chest rose and fell heavily. One cruise missile might be accidental; three hitting simultaneously didn't happen by coincidence. Jieke Group specially targeted their Independence Monument, utterly trampling on their national dignity—akin to someone bombing the Beautiful Country's Statue of Liberty with missiles.

But no matter how much Wayan Man swears, his curses are powerless against missiles; tonight in Jawa Country, smoke clouded the landscape—the price they pay for their stances and actions, leading to provocation with Jieke Group.