Lie

"What are you doing?! D*mn it! You've messed things up! Merde! B*stard! Answer my question! I only asked you to throw two mortars at the French Embassy! I didn't ask you to destroy the city with white phosphorus bombs!"

This roar sounded from the phone.

There was also intense breathing.

Big Bob's voice had never been so stern and furious.

If it was any other time, even if he had long gotten married and taken over his father's career, if Little Bob heard his father being so angry, he would probably immediately apologize in fear, admit his mistake, and panic.

However, he would not do that now.

Holding the suitcase, Little Bob held his phone in his other hand and listened to his father's roar. A twisted smile appeared on his lips. He looked at the real-time scene in the electronic room. Part of it had been disconnected, and the rest was aimed at the fixed scene. They were all smashed cars.