John Robert died a horrible death.
Until his demise, he never understood what had happened.
In less than a moment, only a pool of blood and a scattered corpse remained on the ground.
"He got off easy!"
Lan Tianhao and Song Qinghong walked up beside Lin Hao and coldly glanced at John Robert's corpse.
"Go, take revenge! From today on, East Atlantic Company ceases to exist."
Lin Hao didn't care much, he turned around, looked in the direction of the East Atlantic Company headquarters, his figure flashed, and he shot into the sky like a rocket.
Soon, a blue flame soared into the sky over the headquarters of the East Atlantic Company.
Screams rang incessantly, but at this moment, no one cared anymore.
Everything became clear. With the accusations and confessions of the overnight pilots, plus the live broadcasts of so many reporters, everyone knew that last night's three Black Bombs that killed tens of millions were the doing of the East Atlantic Company.
