Darkstone Code-Chapter 1029 - 1027: Sniper

"This is war!"

Gafura’s military observer watched the sudden outbreak of battle, breaking the quiet here.

People from other countries showed the same expressions on their faces, some mournful, some sighing, but more of them were alert.

They were all affected by World War I, with each country either voluntarily or passively participating in the war, so they understood real war better than the Federation people.

Seeing the Federation still making gestures to treat civilians favorably, their first feeling was amusing.

They deeply remembered the last battle among the seven major battles of World War I, where the total military forces committed by both camps exceeded five million.

A war involving five million people made life on the battlefield even cheaper than the cheapest things.

Every second, countless people died, there would be no good news, the messages from the frontline were always "we lost a certain position" or "we need supplies," with no rescue, no withdrawal, only moving forward continuously.

Among the military observers, someone had participated in the war, and he still remembered that after the war ended, standing on the battlefield was like walking on the bottom of a swimming pool neglected for a long time.

Moss, algae, all kinds of messy things grew all over, stepping on them made you feel slippery, as if you might slip and fall at any moment.

He knew that what was beneath his feet was not moss, was not algae, but human flesh and blood.

The soil was so saturated it couldn’t absorb more; when stepping on it, the blood in the soil would be squeezed out, forming a circle of bright red blood around the sole.

War is never romantic; it is a serious matter.

They never thought about favoring civilians, they wouldn’t even consider civilian safety.

Once a war begins, as long as someone remains on the battlefield, if they’re not one of us, they must be the enemy.

As long as they are enemies, they must be exterminated!

They continued eating, but the atmosphere was much more serious than before.

They also wanted to see how the Federation would respond to such a situation next.

They did not participate in World War I, which perhaps in many people’s eyes was a good thing, as they preserved their strength, with no casualties, and no pain.

But they also forever lost a valuable opportunity, the chance to confront a multi-national joint operation!

The second batch of soldiers was urgently deployed to the battlefield, and by around 8 o’clock, more than half of the soldiers from the frontline had been withdrawn, while many were unable to retreat due to injuries or other reasons and had to hide locally.

The ones that had withdrawn were relatively less injured; after resting, they would be able to reorganize for a new round of attack.

As long as we can fight back, rescuing those people won’t be a problem.

The command’s decision was quick and crucial; if they couldn’t bring back the injured soldiers from the frontline, resulting in the remaining seven or eight hundred soldiers getting trapped and wiped out within the encirclement, that would be the biggest blunder!

However, withdrawing was easy, but trying to attack again was difficult!

Darkstone Security only provided armored vehicles, not artillery, including Lynch, and the people from the Ministry of Defense never expected they would face artillery attacks!

From the beginning, they did not really consider the Mariluo people their opponents; they looked down on them, naturally, they wouldn’t take them seriously or treat them earnestly.

In the Federation, when mentioning Mariluo, people would generally think of gangs, warlords, and smuggling, not the booming sounds of war.

Reality gave them a slap, causing real pain!

Lynch was ready to rest at this time, having a well-timed schedule was crucial.

He was watching ’Don’t Talk About Current Affairs,’ and today’s content was a bit special, about a story of a genius young female writer being violated by her father.

Moreover, he was quite familiar with these two people and even had some connection to them.

After the "Yacht Disaster," Lynch found a well-known writer in the industry to help him write ’Lynch’s Adventure 2,’ a book that would surely be adapted into a movie or even a TV series.

This writer had a daughter, about to graduate from university, reportedly also a female writer, who would occasionally submit articles to magazines or newspapers, somewhat famous.

This incident involved this father and daughter.

The girl suddenly reported to the police, saying she had long been abused and violated by her father, following which the police arrested her father and found some sufficient evidence for conviction.

This matter caused unprecedented attention from the Federation’s public; people’s hobbies are always so strange, thus the girl kept appearing on various talk shows, discussing her experiences at length.

Some people thought she was exploiting the matter for her own gain, calling her shameless, but she countered that she didn’t mind talking about her past to warn more people.

In conclusion, she was very famous now, even invited to a program of ’Don’t Talk About Current Affairs’ level.

Looking at Momo, Lynch was reminded of his underwear.

That day, the maid asked him if he wasn’t feeling well, as his underwear had some red marks, and she wondered if he was injured.

Actually... it’s nothing.

"Do you know that many people think I am a very harsh and malicious person?" Momo showed her aggressiveness right from the start.

Sitting across from her, a girl in her twenties, looked somewhat... hard to describe. She looked very pretty and quiet, but the moment you see her, you know something’s wrong with her mental state.

The girl nodded, "Yes, I know you like to expose people’s scars. Many people can’t take it and leave halfway through."

"My next questions might sting you a bit. If you don’t want to answer, you can tell me. Of course, if you want to leave, that’s your freedom too."

The audience started to stir, with boos and whistles. Some people like this tone, while others pretend not to like it—

If they really didn’t like it, who the hell would come to the live show?

The girl nodded, "I will."

"Great, shall we start now?"

"Sure!"

Momo glanced at the small card in her hand, flipped through it, then looked up at the girl, "There’s a question I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time. Why didn’t you step forward to report your father’s atrocities earlier? Why wait until now?"

She specifically hinted, "I noticed you just graduated from college, and no company is willing to hire you yet."

"Is there some special reason why you suddenly exposed this now?"

For a moment, both the live audience and viewers at home were stumped by this question. People are strange; one moment they stand firmly with the girl, and the next they suddenly waver.

Indeed, why would an adult girl suddenly expose this scandal at this time and not earlier?

Why did she endure it before, and why can’t she endure it now?

Just because she graduated from college?

Then boos sounded from the audience, which was normal, as requested by the director. Because some questions were too sharp, the boos helped ease the audience’s mood.

Without those boos, the audience’s emotions could become extreme.

The girl seemed stumped too. She thought for about three or four seconds, "Because I got a boyfriend, and I don’t want these things to make my life worse."

This might be a good answer, but obviously, Momo didn’t think so, "Are you saying that because of a new relationship, you want to get rid of your past life? Can I understand it this way?"

"In other words, if you hadn’t started a new relationship, maybe you wouldn’t have called the police."

"If that’s the case, I think your report about your father’s abuse might not be true."

The girl was still trying to remain calm, "I needed my father in my previous life, for college tuition and various expenses. If I had stood up earlier, I would have ended that nightmare sooner."

"But who could help me?"

"I just made the most correct choice at the right time. Even if I was wrong, I’m not the one who was wrong the most."

Momo gave the girl a meaningful look and then skipped the question, "Let’s talk about something else. I heard you wrote a book that’s about to be released?"

The girl seemed relieved that Momo let her off the hook, and she nodded, "Yes, previously, Mr. Lynch recounted everything he experienced on the cruise, and I helped record, organize, and write it into ’Lynch’s Adventure 2’ with some artistic processing. It’s already in the printing stage."

"We are all looking forward to this book, and I bet you are too, right?"

The girl nodded again, "Yes, I believe this book can achieve great results."

Momo switched her tone, "Are you the first author?"

The girl hesitated for a moment, and quickly confirmed her answer, "Yes, I am the first author."

Momo nodded and asked, "But I heard that at first, your father was the first author. What happened here?"

Actually, she hadn’t heard anything of the sort; she was completely fooling the girl, but such deception doesn’t require bearing any legal responsibility.

The girl was stunned, "I don’t know where you heard that from. Clearly, it is wrong. From the beginning, I was the first author."

Momo did not delve further; her questions now became fragmented and disconnected, unlike at the beginning when they were continuous and logical.

But it was these trivial questions that reflected her style, "Did you publish any books when you were in college?"

Girl: "No, at that time I was focused on my studies, I didn’t have time to write books."

Momo asked again, "So you only started trying to write novels after graduation?"

The girl shook her head again, "Since my internship, I’ve had a knack for writing, I used to write many short stories, this time it’s an attempt..."

Suddenly the phone rang, Lynch glanced at the phone, and the maid then emerged from under the covers, handing the phone to Lynch.

"It’s me..."