The earth trembled, and Gao Guang felt his internal organs dancing in time with the suddenly vanished house.
As the fragmented stones pitter-pattered down, the onlookers started cursing in a ghostly wail, but the likelihood of being crushed to death was slim. The house had been completely obliterated into dust; no large chunks were left.
"Bastards!"
"Blasting this close, bastards!"
A group of Rangers immediately erupted in curses, then Hank, hopping mad, pointed at the sky and bellowed, "Are you trying to blow me up too, you bastards!"
According to the plan, the bombing was supposed to commence only after Gao Guang and his team had retreated at least two hundred meters. But, concerned about the destruction of the merchandise, Hank had requested the aircraft to hold off dropping bombs until the Black Sea Mercenary Corps had driven the vehicles away.