The people of nations around the world have been tormented by mutants for over two months and desperately need a target to vent their anger and pressure. The plans of several major groups have been completely disrupted. Country Z's development plan for the Southern Continent has been shelved, Country M's Antarctic militarization resources have been squeezed out by the Medical Community, Country E's capital relocation plan has been disrupted by abnormal weather, Country Y's revitalization plan has been terminated, and even Country F's interests in Black Continent have suffered severe losses.

"Has the news been confirmed?"

"Confirmed! Country Y's colony was destroyed by their own electromagnetic pulse device!"

These small countries in Black Africa have long been at odds with the old European powers. The garbage of history should be thrown into the garbage dump of history, instead of allowing these garbage to wantonly encroach on their territories and oppress their people!

They would definitely laugh at this ridiculous and unprecedented thing. The man-made wonder that they spent a lot of money to create was actually dismantled by their own weapons. This is really unheard of!

Having suffered significant losses, Country Y naturally sought redress, so naturally, they set their sights on the smaller nations of Black Africa. This stirred up a hornet's nest, and nations with tangential interests in Black Africa began to take action. Country F, the fastest-reacting nation, had already moved its troops ashore. They were already close by and had long been eager to share the spoils.

Within two hours of the confirmation, World War II had begun. Without satellite navigation, the armies of the various nations struggled to identify the enemy they had spotted. So, simmering with rage, they unleashed cover fire the moment their radars crossed paths. Thus, the F-country fought the M-country, the M-country fought the Y-country, and the Africans fought the Africans. Everything was in chaos.

The small nations of Black Africa had no idea that the retribution for their ridicule would come so quickly. Those barbaric Westerners had resorted to every possible means on their own soil. They watched helplessly as their lands were contaminated by countless inhumane dirty bombs and their own people were slaughtered by advanced weaponry. These atrocities could not break their will, but only drove them mad.

These small nations were no longer as weak and vulnerable as they had been thirty years ago. They had long since been equipped with advanced weapons provided by the Eastern powers. Previously, their mutual infighting had prevented them from uniting, but now, facing a common enemy, even a motley crowd would be enough to defeat them.

. . . . . .

"Hiss!" Pressurized gas released from the edge of the tightly closed alloy door, then slowly opened along the sliding tracks on the ground. This was a nondescript, wind-eroded plateau near a mountain range in Black Continent. Dozens of black officers, clad in third-generation exoskeleton armor, filed in, their tactical flashlights illuminating the pressurized warehouse.

Huge conical warheads are stored here safely. Some of them may come from the list of lost weapons of the United States, and some are bought from the black market. As you can see, they are all nuclear warheads.

"Report to the commander, the number of warheads has been counted! A total of one hundred and four!"

These officers were fanatics, and they planned to eliminate the invading enemy with manual detonation. The bombs placed here were all tactical nuclear bombs, and their exoskeletons were fully capable of carrying these hundreds of kilograms of objects, and they could even be equipped with a bulletproof shield.

To conceal their strategic objectives, they employed the most ancient methods of communication. Before the commander was a map of Black Continent, marked with the landing points of each nation. Having previously trained with the Eastern powers, he was well aware of the armies' speeds. With a simple calculation, he could determine their positions within a few days. Armies relying solely on advanced navigation would be blind and deaf in this situation, a situation that could actually work in their favor.

Of course, choosing to be a "human bomb" was also a helpless act. No one wanted to commit suicide, but they were forced to do so. Ultimately, their power was too limited. If they had a choice, they would rather sit in a chair and move their fingers.

Each person was assigned one or two warheads. Warriors carrying only one warhead would set off first and head to a more distant area, while those carrying two warheads would leave later and head to a more intense battle zone after recharging their energy packs.

The commander is a very rational man. He would not dream that these fanatics could successfully hold out until the detonation, so he will personally implement another plan.

. . . . . .

Another plan was to sneak across to the American colony in Antarctica on a civilian ferry and then nuke it. It was a simple and practical plan, but he didn't dare think about the consequences. His country and its alliance had gone mad. "If I can't have peace, then no one else can!"

There were only five nuclear warheads left, and he finally decided to use them all. It wouldn't be their turn next time if they kept them, so he might as well set off some big fireworks and make his funeral more spectacular.

He had no companions or comrades to support him on his mission, and his name would not be remembered in any history book, but what he did would be passed down by all those who survived, and would eventually be distorted into a legend without a beginning or an end.

It took only eighteen hours to get from the secret warehouse to the Black Corner, and then from the Black Corner to Antarctica. Some of the warriors he had sent out had already been reduced to ash, while others had just been blown to pieces. But that no longer mattered to him; he had to carry out his mission.

After dozens of hours of journey, he once again appreciated the charm of the man-made wonder - it will now be an eternal wonder, where the explosion of the West End Colony created a huge crater with a diameter of thousands of kilometers.

The East End Colonies' governance is even more lax than expected. Their head of state must be utterly frazzled right now, their own army decimated by their own weapons. A similar example emerged just yesterday, and now it's happening again. "I'm the clown myself? Hahaha!"

"It will be soon, it will be soon." He was almost frozen and put the detonator in the palm of his hand.

. . . . . .

"Sir/Chief, it has been confirmed that multiple nuclear explosions have occurred around the world." Seismic monitoring stations in several countries received the nuclear explosion seismic waves dozens of minutes later, and confirmed the cause and direction of these seismic waves, and then immediately reported this data to the top leaders.

All countries spontaneously began emergency high-level meetings, needing to discuss and determine the extent of the situation within a few minutes. At the same time, high-level dialogues among countries were launched to prevent possible strategic misjudgments.

However, the emergency contact number of Country M was unable to be connected, which made other countries extremely nervous. Time passed by minute by minute, and around the fourth minute, someone couldn't bear it any longer.