Chapter 011: A Small Lesson

Bang!

In an instant, a bullet shattered the villa's glass from afar, flew in, and at the critical moment, struck Wang Bo's wrist.

The bullet deformed and clinked to the ground, but Wang Bo was unharmed.

He looked at the fallen bullet and said, "There's a sniper too. Well-prepared, but far from good enough."

With that, Wang Bo snapped his fingers.

Except for Simmons, all the fully armed soldiers instantly fell asleep, thudding to the ground one by one, and a few men even snored loudly.

Simmons stared at Wang Bo in terror. Wang Bo said bluntly, "Now, can you get lost? But as a price for disturbing me, I'll give you a small lesson."

Wang Bo knew well the nature of these people: if he let them off without a lesson, they would undoubtedly think he was easygoing and push further.

In fact, not only these people but most people were like that.

So Wang Bo decided to teach them a small lesson.

Simmons said nervously, "You, what do you want to say?" He was terrified, his voice becoming shrill.

"Friday."

"I'm here, master." Friday instantly transformed from a phone into a robot. Simmons's eyes nearly popped out.

"Destroy all of America's nuclear warheads." Wang Bo gave the order.

"Understood, master!" Friday never questioned Wang Bo's orders. No matter how difficult the command, she was willing to carry it out for him, even at the cost of her own life.

Moreover, it was merely a simple command.

Simmons was thoroughly frightened, and he exclaimed loudly, "No, you can't do this."

"No, I can."

"You are provoking this country." Simmons became frantic, knowing that if Wang Bo truly had the ability to destroy all nuclear warheads, he would become the world's greatest... scapegoat!

But the problem was, he couldn't bear that blame.

"To be precise, you are provoking me," Wang Bo said lightly.

Simmons said, "What do you mean by that? Do you think you can stand above the nation?"

"Yes, I can."

Wang Bo said unceremoniously that while his current strength might not be enough to destroy the Earth, destroying a country was far too simple—it was merely a matter of time.

Although Wang Bo only wanted to live an ordinary life, after experiencing so much, he had changed. He understood very well that sometimes, an ordinary life was not easy to come by.

Only by beating these bastards until they were terrified would they stop disturbing his life so easily.

Simmons was completely dumbfounded; he had never seen such an arrogant human. No, even whether the guy in front of him was human at all was still an unknown.

He had never seen a human that bullets couldn't penetrate. His eyesight was excellent, and he could clearly see where the bullet had struck Wang Bo's wrist—not even a single hair had fallen.

Let alone a mark or broken skin—there was nothing at all.

This overturned his understanding of humans, and he couldn't help but wonder if this guy was a robot covered in some kind of bionic skin.

"Master, all of America's nuclear warheads have been destroyed." Just then, Miss Friday reported.

Simmons was startled. How much time had passed—three minutes, or five?

The United States currently stored thousands of nuclear warheads. The idea of destroying them all in just a few minutes was utterly preposterous; Simmons simply didn't believe it.

Could the other side be bluffing?

Thinking this, Simmons couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"You..."

Wang Bo saw Simmons's expression and knew what he was thinking. He couldn't help but sneer. A frog at the bottom of a well was no different. With the technology at Wang Bo's disposal, plus the mechanical soldiers deployed worldwide, what difficulty was there in destroying America's nuclear warheads in just a few minutes?

When Simmons began to speak, Wang Bo had already lost patience. With a casual wave of his hand, he sent Simmons away.

At the same time, the armed militants lying on the ground snoring were also sent away by Wang Bo, each transported to territories outside the United States. Though their lives were not in danger, rounding them all up would be no easy task, even if they all carried trackers.

After sending away those who had disturbed his dinner, Wang Bo cast a restoration spell.

As if time had reversed, the villa's blasted front door was restored in an instant, and even the bullet-shattered glass became flawless and intact.

Wang Bo looked at Xiao Bai, who had remained silent all along, and smiled slightly. "Come, let's eat."

Xiao Bai nodded docilely.

Their world continued on.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side,

the fact that all nuclear warheads stored in the United States had been destroyed was soon discovered and reported up the chain of command.

By the time the U.S. high command learned of this news, several hours had already passed.

After a round of tallying, everyone found that all nuclear warheads had been damaged.

Whether they were warheads mounted on submarines or those stored in secret bases, none had escaped the calamity.

In other words, as of now, the United States was in a state of having no nuclear warheads available.

Under these circumstances, should a world war break out, the United States would likely be beaten so badly by its enemies that it couldn't find its bearings.

Although the probability of this happening was only one in ten thousand,

the problem was that nuclear warheads were the backbone of a great power. For these major nations, having no nuclear warheads meant having no backbone—they couldn't stand tall.

When Secretary of Defense John Keller heard this news, his head immediately swelled. Not long ago, the Qatar base had been destroyed, then Sector 7 reported an alien invasion, and now the nuclear warheads were destroyed.

Why had the United States suffered so many disasters recently? Could it be God's punishment?

"I want to know what the hell is going on!" he roared at the high-level meeting, slamming the table. "I'll give you one day. I want to see the full story, understand?!!!"

Seeing him in such a rage, everyone fell silent and began working diligently.

Soon after, Simmons finally returned to the United States. When he learned that all of America's nuclear warheads had been destroyed, he was utterly stunned.

An hour later, Simmons stood before John Keller and recounted the whole story.

Secretary John finally understood what had happened.

"So, the reason our nuclear warheads were destroyed is that we offended aliens."

"I'm afraid so," Simmons said, his face full of frustration.