Imperial warlords: Cannons are the only truth

Chapter 298 An Unchangeable Result

"yes.............."

"We schemed and plotted, believing we had everything under control..."

Morse Yarlin casually took a bottle of spirits from the liquor cabinet next to him.

After opening it, he held the bottle and tilted his head back to take a big gulp.

"Cough cough cough............"

Choking on his drink, Morse Yarlin handed the bottle to Jerome Tobias: "Have a drink."

"If we don't drink it now, we might never have another chance..."

As he spoke, Morse Yarlin staggered to the detonation controller: "It seems that we will have to press the detonation device ourselves in the end."

Listening to the constant sounds of gunfire outside, Morse Yarlin's tone was full of self-mockery: "To be honest—when I escaped from Xiro, I was already prepared to give my life at any time."

"As long as I can do something for our anti-corruption cause, I, Morse Yarlin, will die a worthy death!"

"We are already much luckier than the vast majority of the people of Xiluo because we were able to escape from Xiluo."

"Death is not frightening to me, and I have no fear of facing it!"

At this point, Morse Yarlin abruptly changed his tone, his expression turning ferocious: "But!"

"I really don't want to die like this!"

"What's even more hateful is that—our deaths in Tanlt City now not only fail to have a negative impact on the Qian people, but also provide them with an excellent excuse to exterminate all anti-Qian forces........................"

"We were burdened with heavy responsibilities and finally managed to gain a foothold on the sandbar, and seized the opportunity to formulate a plan that would make a splash around the world."

"But in the end, they were still one step behind. Not only did they fail to defeat the Qian people, they even turned their disadvantage into an advantage!"

Morse Yarlin's expression grew increasingly ferocious, and the resentment and hatred in his voice intensified: "In other words—not only have we not made any beneficial contribution to the anti-Qian cause, but we have also hindered it!"

"To die in this way—it is the greatest disgrace of us!"

"Then let's give it another shot."

“Don’t detonate the bomb!” Jerome Tobias said reluctantly. “Let’s try to break out; maybe we can salvage the situation.”

"As long as we can escape, we can start a new plan!"

"Escape?"

"Let's plan again..."

“I also hope we can have this opportunity again…” Morse Yarlin shook his head, his face ashen: “We won’t have a chance to start over.”

"It won't happen again..."

"From the moment the people of Qian Kingdom set up this scheme, our fate and the fate of the entire city of Tanert were already sealed."

"Shen Moshen is still the same Shen Moshen!"

"He hasn't changed at all!"

"This is the most shameless and cold-blooded demon in the world..."

"What do you mean?" Jerome Tobias asked, puzzled. "If we lead our men and break out amidst the chaos, we might still have a chance to survive!"

"We can take a group of hostages with us. As long as we leave Tanert City and face numerous media reporters, the Daqian Zhenguo Army will definitely not act recklessly!"

"Tobias, haven't you fully grasped the crux of the matter yet?"

Morse Yarlin placed his hand on the detonation controller: "It's too late now. No matter how hard we struggle, we can't change anything."

"Whether we press the detonator or not, the crisis in Tanlt City will end with a massive explosion..."

"Even if we don't detonate the bomb, those people who are going on a killing spree outside will cause it to explode."

"Do you think that the Qian Kingdom sent these special forces suicide squads in here at this time just to create chaos?"

"No!"

"The only ultimate goal these people have is to come in."

"That is—to make the big explosion happen in Tanlt City as scheduled......................."

"Whether we press the detonation switch ourselves or they cause the explosion in their own way, all the country wants is a result."

"As for the details of the process, that's no longer important..."

"what?"

"You mean—even if we don't detonate the bomb, they will still detonate it?"

Upon hearing this, Jerome Tobias's last shred of hope vanished: "Truly the typical style of the Qian people—ruthless! Desperate! Despicable..."

"We should have realized long ago—the people of Qian Kingdom are not so easily persuaded!"

Jerome Tobias exclaimed regretfully, "Shen Moshen!"

"He deceived everyone! This hypocritical and utterly deceitful scoundrel!"

"He kept saying that the safety of the hostages should be the top priority in resolving the issue, but he went to extremes!"

Jerome Tobias spat on the ground, then grabbed the bottle and gulped down the liquor.

"In the end, we still failed to make history." Morse Yarlin let out a long sigh, trying his best to suppress his emotions: "It seems that making the people of Qian Kingdom under Shen Moshen's rule suffer a setback has become a global problem."

"What the entire Western World couldn't accomplish back then is indeed not so easy..."

"Perhaps—this is fate!"

Morse Yarlin sighed: "Tobias................."

"We now only have two choices in front of us."

"First: We will press the detonator ourselves to end this farce that is about to end."

"Second: We'll just wait here—wait for those people sent by the Qian Kingdom to detonate the bombs, and we'll be destroyed along with the city of Tanlt..."

"Both choices lead to the same result: death!"

"However, we can now choose whether to die at the hands of those henchmen sent by the Qian people or to die by our own hand."

Morse Yarlin looked at Jerome Tobias, who had downed most of a bottle of liquor in one gulp, and continued, "If we press the detonator ourselves, at least it will be considered suicide."

"Moreover, in a sense, by detonating the bomb ourselves, we are essentially killing the special forces suicide squad sent by the Qian Kingdom."

"Although this sounds somewhat like self-deception."

"But it can still offer us a tiny bit of 'comfort' in our final moments..."

"If the other side detonates the bomb, we seem to be in an even more aggrieved position."

"Not only did we die at their hands, but we also had to take the blame for them afterwards!"

"Just thinking about this makes me feel like I'm going crazy!"

"We have indeed created an unsolvable situation."

"However—the unsolvable problem isn't for the people of Qian, but for us..."

As he spoke, Morse Yarlin looked at Jerome Tobias with a self-deprecating expression.

"Tobias, what do you think?"

Which method of ending things do you think would be "appropriate" for us now?

"The massive explosion in Tanlt was inevitable."

"We'll definitely be the ones to take the blame afterward."

"So, should we handle this ourselves, or wait for those lackeys of the Qian Kingdom to make the move?"

"Things have come to this point, isn't our choice obvious...?"

Jerome Tobias slammed the bottle in his hand to the ground.

Broken glass shards and splashed liquor were scattered all over the ground.

"No matter what we choose, we will become the 'scapegoats' of the Qian Kingdom!"

Jerome Tobias glanced at Morse Yarlin, who already knew the answer in his heart: "It's nothing more than comforting yourself in a way that's almost self-deceptive in the face of a final, desperate situation."

"Whether we detonate it or they do, I've already lost this round."

"And it was—a complete and utter defeat!"

"However, on the other hand..."

Jerome Tobias quipped, "Since these are the only two options, we might as well do it ourselves!"

"Just like you just said—by personally detonating the bomb, we are essentially taking care of the special forces suicide squad sent by the Qian Kingdom."

Thinking about it that way did make me feel a little better......................

"So, shall we do this, or shall we?" Morse Yarlin nodded silently to Jerome Tobias and pointed to the detonation device.

“You should do it.” Jerome Tobias gestured to Morse Yarlin.

"it is good!"

Morse Yarlin didn't delay, raising his hand to check the time: "It should be about time."

"If we don't hurry up and detonate it, they might beat us to it."

With that, Morse Yarlin took a deep breath and placed his hand on the detonation switch again.

"Tobias!"

"Are you ready?"

"I'll count down to ten, and then I'll press the button!"

Seeing Jerome Tobias nod, Morse Yarlin immediately began the countdown.

"ten!"

"Nine!"

"eight.............."

Although Morse Yarlin claimed that from the moment he escaped from Xiluo, he was mentally prepared to sacrifice his life for the anti-Qian cause at any time.

But when it really came to this, Morse Yarlin was still somewhat uneasy...

This is evident from Morse Yarlin's constant adjustment of his breathing and the increasingly slow countdown.

"Four!"

.......................

"three!"

......................

At this moment, Jerome Tobias, who was standing to the side, had already begun to close his eyes.

"two!"

boom! ! !

Just as Morse Yarlin counted to "two," a gunshot rang out.

Immediately afterwards, Morse Yarlin was shot in the head and fell to the ground.

Several Wukan militiamen rushed in, directly interrupting the "heart-pounding" game that Morse Yarlin and Jerome Tobias were playing.

Realizing what was happening, Jerome Tobias immediately rolled over to avoid a round of gunfire and then drew his gun to return fire at several Wukan militants who rushed in.

It must be said that Jerome Tobias's skills are indeed very impressive.

Although the incident happened suddenly, and Jerome Tobias had just drunk so much liquor that he was already somewhat intoxicated.

However, Jerome Tobias's quick thinking and actions were not slow.

After dodging several shots, Jerome Tobias unleashed a barrage of attacks, taking down three men in one fell swoop.

Seeing how fierce Jerome Tobias was, the last Wukan militant fired a few shots haphazardly before trying to escape through the door.

boom!

Finally, just as the other man turned to rush out the door, Jerome Tobias shot him in the back of the heart, killing him instantly...

Jerome Tobias stood up and looked at Morse Yarlin, who was lying in a pool of blood. He was about to say something when he spat out a mouthful of blood!

Jerome Tobias then realized that he had been shot at some point during the close-quarters melee.

It seems that being drunk did affect Jerome Tobias's performance in actual combat....................

Upon discovering he had been shot, Jerome Tobias felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Jerome Tobias's body, drained of strength, lost its support and collapsed to the ground.

The effects of alcohol and the gunshot wound left Jerome Tobias too weak to stand up again.

Jerome Tobias's eyes were fixed on the bomb detonator, and he began to crawl towards it, inch by inch, with the last of his strength...