Gael finally snapped out of his daze and immediately ordered his confidant, "Quick, get me the tax authority's phone!"
Now, he didn't care about his nephew or the chieftain's face, he needed to get those fighters and armored vehicles from the tax authority to stop firing first!
Otherwise, a few more missiles and their reservation would be ruined!
Hearing this, Dieter, already panicked, simply plopped down on the ground, his face ashen as death.
At this juncture, he was well aware that not even the king of heaven could save him now, he was as good as dead!
West District Entrance.
Feeling the shockwaves from the missiles dropped by the fighter jets, everyone on site was greatly shaken.
In the past, although they had known about the destructive power of fighter jets, they had never experienced it first-hand.
