The tank rolled in and obviously scared the living daylights out of the celebrities and reporters present. "Oh crap, it's not going to… run us over, is it?"
But thankfully, that didn't happen.
Casare stood on the tank, refusing the help of the soldiers below, and sat on the turret, gesturing for someone to hand him a microphone.
"Hey, ladies and gentlemen!"
Everyone fell silent, gazing eagerly at him.
Casare patted the M-256 120mm tank cannon, flashing a grin, "May I ask, is this enough to shut you up?"
Vice President Ulmitt Raymond Haridy and the others' expressions turned ugly instantly.
"You cooperate, and the General is pleased. But your duplicity in public and private, the General is far from satisfied," he relayed to them, "and he asked me to tell you, don't be defiant. You think you're worthy of the National Palace? TMD, what sort of trash are you?"
"Since ancient times, the strongest force prevails! If you have no guns, no cannons, just shut up!"
"And furthermore…"