A yellow, 7.62 millimeter bullet spun out of the barrel, flying towards Jing Mingqiu's chest.
He could have dodged the bullet, but for greater impact, he didn't. Instead, he let it hit his chest.
Of course, ordinary rifle rounds couldn't penetrate Jing Mingqiu's mecha, but that was enough for him to seize an opportunity.
"Damn it!" Jing Mingqiu flashed forward, boarding the American small rescue boat. He grabbed the guy who had just fired by the collar and looked down at him. "Kid, we came here with humanitarian intentions to save you. Why did you shoot first?"
After his own fleet was suddenly sunk, the American soldier was stunned. His shooting was just a subconscious reaction. When Jing Mingqiu grabbed him, he wanted to beg for mercy, but before he could speak, a very arrogant New York accent sounded in his ear.
"Why so much nonsense! Dragon Country is our enemy, why wouldn't I shoot! To tell you the truth, we came here this time to eliminate all of Dragon Country's fleets!"
"Although I don't know why our fleet was suddenly sunk, don't get cocky. The Second Fleet and the Seventh Fleet are arriving immediately. You'd better let me go quickly, otherwise, when the army arrives, you'll be utterly destroyed!"
"I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" The American soldier, held by the collar and suspended in the air by Jing Mingqiu, roared forcefully, trying to refute.
But for some reason, he suddenly lost his voice, and no matter how he struggled, he couldn't utter a single word.
Because the drone was positioned in front of him by Jing Mingqiu, the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't see the struggle on his face. They could only see him spouting nonsense while desperately struggling, creating a stark and hilarious contrast.
"Good! Good! Good! It seems we've stirred up trouble for ourselves for no reason this time."
Jing Mingqiu shouted "Good" three times in a row, then forcefully swung his right arm forward, throwing the American soldier out and smashing him hard onto the American small rescue boat.
The immense impact not only knocked over all the American soldiers on board but also nearly capsized the small boat. As for the one who fired the shot, though not dead, he had fallen into a deep coma.
Jing Mingqiu cast a cold glance, then sternly ordered.
"Turn around! Return to base!"
"Yes!"
The Dragon Country soldiers had long been holding back their anger towards these ill-intentioned American soldiers. Upon hearing Jing Mingqiu's order, they immediately maneuvered the rescue ship to turn around without hesitation.
In the live broadcast room, some self-righteous individuals expressed dissatisfaction with Dragon Country's current actions, shouting that the American soldiers didn't mean it, that they should repay evil with good, and that they couldn't stand by and watch others perish!
Seeing these comments, Jing Mingqiu let out a cold snort and pointed to an almost invisible scratch on his chest, scolding.
"That shot was aimed to kill! If I wasn't wearing a mecha, I'd be dead now. And the soldiers around me, in order to save people better, weren't even wearing bulletproof vests and had no ability to resist bullets."
The self-righteous individuals were not convinced and continued to post comments: "That was just an exception, he might have battlefield stress syndrome, he didn't mean it. The other American soldiers are normal, you can't just stand by and watch them die!"
Jing Mingqiu silently noted the IDs of these people who were generous with what they didn't own, preparing to let them truly experience what "sacrificing oneself for others" and "joyfully contributing" meant after he was done with his current tasks.
"Every person in Dragon Country is equally important in my eyes. I will absolutely not risk their lives to save some people who are worse than beasts. If you want to save them, you can fly over yourself and see if they'll shoot you..."
After a good scolding of the self-righteous individuals, Jing Mingqiu felt his chest lighten.
"Oh, right, there's one more sentence I want to give to those self-righteous people. That's Confucius's original words."
"'If you repay resentment with kindness, how will you repay kindness!'"
After saying this, Jing Mingqiu no longer paid attention to the live broadcast. He stood at the bow of the ship and began to quietly watch the American soldiers struggle in the storm.
The American soldiers, who had always been overbearing and bullied other countries by relying on their military hegemony, never imagined they would fall into such a state. Truly, the heavens have their cycles, and justice will prevail!
Cang Yue cooperated perfectly, maneuvering the drone to fly around the sea surface, broadcasting the miserable plight of those American soldiers to the whole world, especially to the Americans.
"That, that's my husband, he fell in! Quick! Pull him up!"
"Oh no, someone's been swept away by the waves! Rescue them quickly!"
Seeing people constantly in danger and losing their lives, the families of those American soldiers fell into a frenzy.
Furthermore, due to what had just happened, they dared not demand China's intervention. They could only pressure the American government.
Joseph Biden, the President of the United States, looking at the dense petition emails and the vast crowd of protesters outside the White House, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows.
At this moment, Smith Luen pushed the door open. Joseph Biden seemed to see a last ray of hope and eagerly lunged forward.
"Smith, what do the Second Fleet and the Seventh Fleet say? When will they arrive?"
"I'm sorry," Smith Luen shook his head with a bitter smile. "Mr. President, due to the severe sea storm, the fleet's advance is obstructed. According to the Second Fleet and the Seventh Fleet, they will arrive at least ten hours later."
Hearing this number, Joseph Biden's eyes widened instantly: "Ten hours! By the time they arrive, the bodies of the Third Fleet and the Fifth Fleet will be cold."
"A mere Force 9 storm, how can it possibly obstruct the advance of an aircraft carrier fleet? They are purely afraid of accidentally sinking themselves! Fuck! These cowards, trash, idiots who should go to hell..."
Joseph Biden cursed loudly, while Smith Luen stood by, observing nothing, his mind focused on his own affairs.
He couldn't afford to offend either side, the military or the President.
After cursing for more than ten minutes, Joseph Biden sat down, breathing heavily, and waved his hand: "Forget it, it's human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. If the Second Fleet and the Seventh Fleet also sink, half of America's navy will have died under my command. I won't even have the chance to be released without punishment."
"I probably won't even have the chance to go to jail. I'll be torn to pieces by the enraged public."
Smith Luen was stunned: "Mr. President, if they don't come, what about those naval soldiers from the Third Fleet and the Fifth Fleet? Are we just going to watch them die in the storm?"
"How is that possible?" Joseph Biden shook his head vigorously. "If I don't save them now, these angry people downstairs will tear me to pieces immediately."
"Smith, bring me the phone. I need to contact Jing Mingqiu personally."
They couldn't get Jing Mingqiu's phone number. Smith Luen, at considerable cost, finally obtained Jing Mingqiu's phone number from the Dragon Country's ambassador. He dialed it with great anticipation.
As a result, Jing Mingqiu saw it was an unknown number and hung up without hesitation.