"Blown...blown up?!" An Asian tourist stuttered, still blankly looking at his girlfriend.
The latter's face was as white as a sheet.
"F***! F***! Fake!" The boss shouted, trying to get up from the deck chair but tripped and fell flat on his face.
He got up shakily, with a tiger tattooed on his chest, but at this moment, the tiger seemed to widen its eyes too.
This was just a small glimpse; the whole United States was in an uproar, and not just there, many people in other countries were watching too, it spread across the globe in an instant.
Even the Polar Bear would curse if it could watch TV!
Meanwhile, in Mexico City, over a thousand kilometers from Washington.
At the top floor office in the National Palace.
It was full of people...
"Yeah!!"
Seeing the toy plane crash into the Soul Sending Team and blow them sky-high, Casare couldn't help but jump up and cheer!
He embraced Goebbels next to him and kissed him on the forehead.
