Fang Er's actions were purely for his own amusement, with no thought given to the considerable repercussions.
Anyone with a modicum of sense could surmise that a mastermind was behind this, but this was a matter involving pride!
For a full five days, the White Eagles and the Footband Chickens were locked in a blame game, even resorting to economic sanctions.
He squatted on a deserted island in the Pacific, happily devouring gossip on his phone.
"Little Smasher, the shop has refreshed, hurry up~~"
Sister Tong's voice suddenly echoed in his mind, and Fang Er instinctively opened the system panel.
Items: 20/20 (Non-exchangeable)
Refreshes: 3/3 (Non-refreshable) (Includes one category-specific refresh)
What the heck?
"Sister Tong, what's going on?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, Little Smasher, have you forgotten something?"
Fang Er thought for a long time but couldn't recall what he had forgotten. He saw a large splash of water on the distant sea surface, and there was HuzI tangled with a dolphin, unsure of what they were doing.
"You'd better cooperate, or Huz Grandpa will kill you!"
HuzI's voice was clearly furious.
Fang Er: !!!
Alright, he remembered. So that was the reason!
This tsundere system~~~
He turned around, lay back on the beach chair, pulled his hat over his face, and sank his consciousness into the system's small room.
—Imagination Time—
Seventeen hours and twenty-five minutes later, his consciousness returned to his body. He removed his hat with a look of satisfaction.
Hehehehe, little brat, you've been subdued by Grandpa again, haven't you?
Checking the system panel again, it had indeed returned to an exchangeable state.
However, the items automatically refreshed by the system were all hardware goods, such as wrenches and pliers.
After exchanging them all, he pressed the refresh button with anticipation.
With a whoosh, the items changed.
A lineup of firearms appeared before Fang Er's eyes: AK47s, Barret-ts, Gatling guns, etc. Although from different countries, they were all mixed together.
This situation had happened once before, so he wasn't particularly surprised.
However, when he flipped to the next page, he was stunned.
B2s, F22s, USS Reagan, USS Kitty Hawk,
Nice!
Having unlocked these game-changers, he no longer held any hope for the last refresh, as good luck was bound to run out eventually.
As expected, the uniform lineup of tropical fruits confirmed his thoughts.
He glanced at the distant archipelago. Although the atmosphere had been tense these past few days, there was no sign of confrontation.
Economic sanctions, in Fang Er's opinion, were utterly meaningless.
Damn it, since you guys aren't daring enough to go big, I'll add some fuel to the fire!
That night, Fang Er stealthily appeared in the inland of Henggang. He leisurely lit a cigar, looked at the distant, brightly lit military camp, and with a wave of his hand, a B2 plummeted from the sky.
"Boom!"
The towering flames illuminated the entire night sky, and the silent Henggang military camp immediately erupted into chaos.
By the time they arrived, Fang Er had long since slipped away.
After the fire was extinguished and the wreckage was identified, Hatta Kyuus turned and rushed towards the White Eagle encampment.
In the White Eagle command center, he glared at Karl and roared.
"Baka! Why, why is a B2 appearing here? I demand a perfect explanation!"
"Fuck, what B2?"
Karl was somewhat bewildered, but his demeanor was no less imposing.
Hatta Kyuus pointed to the noisy exterior and shouted, "A fully armed B2 has landed right there! You are declaring war on the Great Footband Chicken!"
"Now, take your men and get out of Henggang immediately, or else we will—"
"Bang!"
Before he could finish speaking, a blood hole the size of a finger appeared on his forehead.
Karl's action stunned everyone in the command center.
The deputy commander stared at him in shock, "Oh my god, Pelosi! You actually killed him!"
Karl rolled his eyes at him, "Are you an idiot? That B2 doesn't belong to any unit of the Seventh Fleet. Its appearance here can only mean that the Pentagon is undertaking a secret operation for fear of the Footband Chicken's infiltration!"
"At this point, why shouldn't I get rid of him?"
The deputy commander was completely dumbfounded. Holy crap, that made a lot of sense!
Only twenty-one of these things had ever been produced. Excluding the two that had crashed, the remaining nineteen were in active service.
Therefore, there was no need to overthink where this one came from!
After finishing his confrontation, Karl had already led his men out. Regardless of why the B2 appeared here and crashed, it absolutely could not fall into the hands of the Footband Chicken!