"Bang... pop... bang... pop!"
Row after row of splendid fireworks made the entire night seem dreamlike and illusory.
Many people stopped to watch this feast for the eyes.
Tens of millions worth of fireworks, a rare sight in the city.
The dazzling array of lights reflected on Yamamoto Ichiro's face.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
He was well aware that Lin Fan would not have him watch these fireworks without good reason.
"What exactly do you mean by this?"
"If you can't even understand that, you really are a blockhead," Lin Fan said, rubbing his chin with a smile.
Because at this moment, right in front of where the fireworks were being let off, was the western suburbs factory.
There, grenade launchers, rocket launchers, and heavy machine guns, among other weapons,
were spewing flames of death.
Such modern heavy weaponry was an absolute nightmare.